Boss, Are the Sister Flowers Still Here?

"Hey, Young Master Xiao Yang, aren't you taking your eggs?" Xian He deliberately shouted after him.

With Xiao Kuang backing him up, Xiao Yang didn't dare do anything to him.

Hearing Xian He's teasing voice, Xiao Yang was furious. His steps quickened involuntarily as he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, though he didn't even notice.

"I'd planned to let you live a little longer, you mangy dog. Since you're asking for death, don't blame me!" Xiao Yang's gaze was as sharp and vicious as a king cobra's.

He'd dared to team up with that bastard Xiao Kuang to make a fool of him. It didn't matter how good the food was—Xian He was dead!

Once they were a good distance from the Congee Shop, Xiao Yang ordered coldly, "Li Zhen, go notify Xiao Hou right now. Tell him the target has appeared!"

"Yes!" Li Zhen replied. He handed the money pouch back to Xiao Yang, then took off running like a wild dog off its leash.

Congee Shop.

After driving Xiao Yang away, Xiao Kuang unceremoniously bought up every dish Xian He had made.

"Here are three thousand Copper Coins. Keep the change!" Xiao Kuang generously offered him three strings of coins.

Xian He took only two strings and returned the rest to Xiao Kuang.

"Big brother, I haven't had a chance to thank you for helping me last time. Now you've given me so much money on top of that. I don't know how to thank you. How about this? Come early tomorrow, and I'll give you a surprise for free. I guarantee you'll love it." Xian He spoke mysteriously.

Xiao Wu and his son Xiao Kuang had helped him so much. It was only right to give them a few Crystal Pomegranates to eat; there were more than enough at home anyway.

"Sure. I'll definitely come early tomorrow," Xiao Kuang agreed.

"I'm off, little brother!"

"I'm off, Dad!"

Xiao Kuang took the paper bag, slung the sack over his shoulder, and strode away with his legs wide apart.

Old Man Yun came over and murmured behind Xian He, "That rascal Xiao Kuang is always fighting and yelling at people, but I never expected him to be so good to you."

"I'm a rare talent who'll help revitalize the Sky Fortune Tribe, so of course he should be good to me." Xian He turned around, perfectly at ease. "By the way, where's the money from the boiled eggs? Give it to me. I need to buy something."

"What are you buying? If we have it in the shop, just take it. Don't waste money buying it." Old Man Yun untied the money pouch from his waistband as he asked, puzzled.

"We don't have it in the shop. I have to buy it!" Xian He snatched the pouch and dashed off like a gust of wind.

Old Man Yun furrowed his golden-yellow brows and muttered, "What on earth does that rascal need so much money for?"

The three thousand Copper Coins from Xiao Kuang plus the twelve hundred he'd given Xian He came to a total of four thousand two hundred Copper Coins.

"Hey, old man! Hurry up and serve the porridge! We've been waiting so long the flowers are about to wilt!"

"Yeah! If you keep dawdling, the Wood Powder Porridge will get cold!"

The customers began complaining.

"Just a moment. I'll be right there!" Old Man Yun swept the black mud shells on the table into an earthen box and hurried to the kitchen.

A courtyard in the eastern part of the Sky Fortune Tribe.

Li Zhen dashed to the entrance and knocked on the gate.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Li Zhen served as a scout for the Blazing Sun Hunting Team. Running was his strongest skill, and even ordinary Obsidian-level demon beasts couldn't catch him.

So, from the moment he received the order to the moment he reached Xiao Hou's place, less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea had passed.

Creak!

Before long, the gate opened a crack, and Xiao Hou poked his head out, looking sly.

"What is it?"

Li Zhen panted, "Quick! Xian He has appeared. He's at the Congee Shop. Move now!"

"Wait a moment. I'll change clothes." Xiao Hou shut the gate.

When it opened again, Xiao Hou had wrapped himself up like a dumpling.

"Wait for good news!"

Xiao Hou patted Li Zhen on the shoulder and hurried away.

Li Zhen stared blankly at Xiao Hou's retreating figure for a long while, then suddenly muttered, "Has he... met Xian He before?"

Xiao Hou was heading for the Congee Shop, while Xian He was heading for the slave market. Neither knew the other, and they passed each other without so much as a glance.

Xiao Hou was on his way to carry out an assassination. He didn't dare run, afraid of drawing too much attention and being recognized.

Even without running, he still attracted plenty of stares, wrapped up like a dumpling.

He'd meant to cover up his muscles and the sheen of his skin so no one would recognize him as a Yellow Radiance-grade warrior, but his disguise had only made things worse.

He usually carried out missions at night and rarely worked during the day, so he felt completely out of his element.

Just as he feared, it happened.

As he walked, Xiao Hou ran into the Sky Fortune Tribe's Security Patrol.

"Hey! Why are you wearing a hood in broad daylight?" The captain drew his saber and pointed it at Xiao Hou.

How could Xiao Hou dare answer? He spun around and ran!

"Stop! After him!" The captain led a group of patrol members in pursuit, trying to surround him from both sides.

The patrol captain was a Yellow Radiance-grade warrior, and the patrol members were all White Radiance-grade warriors. Xiao Hou didn't dare underestimate them and fled at full speed.

They chased and fled all the way out of the Sky Fortune Tribe.

Outskirts of the slave market.

Xian He found a secluded spot where no one was around and brought Grandma Chen out of the Mountain River Society Diagram.

The money from selling the wood powder last time, together with the money from selling the chicken this time, came to five thousand Copper Coins—enough to buy five slaves.

Xian He supported Grandma Chen as they walked toward the slave market.