I'll Reward You With Two Heads!!!

"Oh dear,"

Madam Wang steeled herself and pushed open the door to enter the Di Zi Room private chamber.

Her steps were heavy as she walked to the window, a fawning smile on her face. "Gentlemen, how about just tipping a few taels of silver and calling it a day?"

There was a hint of helplessness in her voice.

She had no choice. The Jiaofang Si was subordinate to the Ministry of Rites.

When assigned to a county, it fell under the County Office's jurisdiction.

To put it bluntly, she answered to the County Office. Lü Xiu had ordered her here, and she couldn't defy him.

On the stage, Miss Du Juan looked up at Liu Wei and Chen Bin.

Her eyes were pitiful, her voice plaintive as she said, "Everyone, please stop laughing.

Today, the esteemed lords of the Demon Suppression Division just slew twenty Tiger Demons, risking their lives for us. As a humble woman, I should have accompanied and thanked them.

But this came suddenly, and I cannot split myself in two, so I must apologize.

Since the lords of the Demon Suppression Division have no money, tonight's expenses at the Jiaofang Si will be covered by me, this humble woman.

I beg the audience not to mock them.

I am deeply grateful."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, echoing through the Jiaofang Si.

Yet it made people feel embarrassed.

If word got out that the Demon Suppression Division had to have a Jiaofang Si dancer pay their tab, wouldn't it stab them right in the back?

"Well said!" someone cheered.

"Oh dear, you spendthrift girl."

The madam's face was troubled, her brow furrowed deeply. "That's your redemption money!"

There was a note of pain in her voice.

The whole hall could hear it.

"Madam Wang, say no more. My mind is made up."

Du Juan's expression was soft, but her eyes were filled with stubborn resolve.

The madam sighed, her face showing a look of exasperation at wasted effort.

"Miss Du Juan is righteous!" someone cheered. "Tonight, I'm willing to chip in one tael for the Demon Suppression Division's bill."

"I'll give three qian."

"I'll give..."

In an instant, the entire Jiaofang Si turned into an auction house, everyone scrambling to pool money for the Demon Suppression Division's tab.

Voices rose and fell, a lively clamor.

That was the nature of a money pit—you could lose face, lose skin, lose integrity, but you couldn't lose money.

What was this?

Faced with this scene, the Martial Artists of the Demon Suppression Division standing by the window of the Di Zi Room unconsciously dug their feet into the floor, their faces cycling through red and white, so embarrassed they could almost carve out a County Town.

The Captains all stared at the floor, not even daring to meet each other's eyes, thinking: Speak and you pay, look and you pay. I don't have that much money—it wasn't my treat.

Chen Bin looked at Liu Wei; today, he was the host.

Liu Wei's face went red and white, clearly angry.

For a Martial Artist to lose face was a serious matter.

"Since Miss Du Juan has spoken so, I, Qian Du, cannot stay silent."

Qian Du, standing by the Tian Zi Room door, let out a loud laugh, his voice echoing through the Jiaofang Si. "Tonight, the Demon Suppression Division's expenses—I, Qian, will cover them.

I, Qian Du, mean what I say."

A smug smile spread across his face.

"Good!" The hall erupted in cheers and thunderous applause.

"Alright," Qian Du said, clearly delighted, his face beaming with satisfaction. "Continue the music, continue the dance."

"Haha!"

"Broke bastards."

"The Demon Suppression Division's broke bastards."

No one knew who started it, but the hall filled with laughter and mockery, jeers ringing out endlessly.

Without a doubt, after tonight, word that the Demon Suppression Division didn't pay at the Jiaofang Si would probably spread all the way to Dongyang Prefecture City!

Liu Wei's hand instinctively moved toward his blade, trembling slightly.

He had a hundred taels on him and was just about to reach for it.

"Hold it!" Chen Bin leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing as he looked down at the crowd below, at Miss Du Juan on the stage.

Under the moonlight, Du Juan's silhouette appeared especially captivating.

The 20 merit points hovering above her head filled him with anticipation.

"Who says the Demon Suppression Division has no reward money?"

Chen Bin's voice was firm and forceful, echoing through the Jiaofang Si.

Everyone turned to look at him.

The people below stared at him, their eyes all asking the same question: Who is this man?

"Brother Chen?" Liu Wei looked at him with gratitude, his eyes brimming with hope.

The Demon Suppression Division members also fixed their gazes on Chen Bin, their expressions tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

As if looking at a savior.

Madam Wang too watched him with hopeful eyes, a glimmer of expectation flickering within.

"Oh!" Qian Du's voice rang out from the neighboring room, tinged with surprise, "Then I'd like to see just how much you can tip."

"You'd better be ready to catch!"

Chen Bin's lips curled into a grin, and between his white teeth, a few words emerged, "The Demon Suppression Division rewards you with two heads."

His voice was icy and piercing, carrying an endless chill.

As the words fell, a cold glint flashed in Chen Bin's eyes.

He shot out his left hand, swift as an iron clamp, grabbing the head of the serving fox demoness beside him and yanking her violently into his chest.

The move was sudden, swift, and dangerous.

In that split second between life and death, the demoness erupted with astonishing resistance, her slender waist twisting like a nimble snake, her strength nearly breaking free from his grip.

But Chen Bin's right hand had already drawn his blade like lightning; the Demon Suppression Blade left its sheath with a chilling gleam of cold light.

The blade brushed lightly past the demoness's head, and with a sudden burst of force from Chen Bin's arm, a 'puff' sounded as the head was torn clean off.

[Killed Fox Demon of Qi Gathering Realm, merit +11, remaining merit: 572]

His eyes fierce and ruthless, he hurled the still-warm head with savage force; it traced a dark red arc through the air and crashed heavily onto the stage.

At the same time, the pitch-black blade had already sliced like lightning across Madam Wang's neck, blood spurting out.

[Killed Fox Demon Madam Wang of Qi Gathering Realm, merit +13, remaining merit: 585]

Madam Wang's body crumpled weakly, and together with the head, it was tossed onto the stage.

Two heads, one after the other, hurtled toward Du Juan like deadly cannonballs.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chen Bin kicked out with the force of a thousand jun; a sharp 'crack' rang out as the wooden wall by the window shattered into pieces, wood chips flying like rain.

His form agile, he used the momentum to dive straight from the second floor toward Du Juan on the stage, the Demon Suppression Blade in his hand gleaming with a dark, eerie light, aimed directly at her head.

"Two heads!"

This cry exploded through the crowd like a thunderclap, echoing in the air.

Before anyone could snap out of their shock, the once-beautiful serving girl and the graceful Madam Wang had already become two headless corpses.

The wounds at their necks gushed hot blood like geysers, blood columns shooting high, splattering out the window, forming a series of horrifying blood fountains in the dim Jiaofang Si.

"What the hell!" Liu Wei and the captains beside him finally came to their senses, their faces full of terror.

But before they could react, Chen Bin had already smashed through the window wall, charging down like a fierce tiger descending a mountain.

"Assassin!" someone shouted, and in an instant, chaos erupted in the Jiaofang Si.

They were really killing people.

The patrons of the Jiaofang Si scattered in all directions.

A perfect chance to skip the bill.

Run!!!

Du Juan stood frozen in place, watching her two sisters have their throats cruelly slit, the two heads thudding into her arms, warm blood splattering across her face.

Then, she saw Chen Bin raising his blade to strike, the gleaming cold edge slashing heavily down on her palm.

Her hand instinctively lifted to block.

This scene, witnessed by all, carried a powerful impact.

A man, drawing a blade to strike a weak woman.

How could this bastard bring himself to do it?

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

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