Ambush

Evening, the slums.

The dark ditch emitted a foul odor, its sides covered in moss of a sickly green-yellow hue.

From the old mansion by the ditch, indistinct voices could be heard.

"Are you sure Chen Feng lives here?"

[I hope readers will remember our domain name Taiwan Novel Network, which is very thoughtful, t͓͓̽̽w͓͓̽̽k͓͓͓̽̽̽a͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽.c͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽m͓͓̽̽ when you read this]

"Sure, sure. I'm the one who collects his management fees. He lives in the alley across the street."

The old mansion directly faced the alley's entrance, offering a clear view.

"Good. When that brat comes back, you point him out to me."

"Yes, yes."

Liu Dabiao bowed and scraped, rubbing his hands together with a fawning smile as he looked at the Black Robe Man before him.

His ferocious face was contorted.

His smile was ugly and unbearable.

His usual arrogance was nowhere to be seen, replaced by utter subservience.

"I will do as the lord commands."

"It's good that you understand. The Gang Leader's father's birthday is coming soon. If you contribute greatly then, there might be a chance for you to climb higher."

The Hall Master of the Black Tiger Gang said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes."

Liu Dabiao nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"When does the lord plan to make a move? Should we call for more people?"

Liu Dabiao reminded him in a low voice.

"I heard that brat has also started practicing martial arts. If we don't prepare sufficiently, there might be unforeseen circumstances."

"Are you questioning me?"

The Hall Master frowned, displeased with Liu Dabiao's suggestion.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

"Don't worry yourself. When the time comes, we'll just go over and crush him. Why would we need so much trouble?"

The Hall Master was unconcerned.

As a Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm, dealing with a kid who hadn't even been training for a month would be a piece of cake.

"You have to say, the Lin Family is really willing to spend. They're paying such a high price to kill a brat, it even got the Gang Leader interested and sent me on this trip."

"Yes, yes..."

Liu Dabiao stood respectfully to the side.

He just nodded in agreement.

He didn't dare to say much.

"You say, how did that Chen Feng offend the Lin Family? A youth living in the slums, how could he get involved with the Lin Family?"

Liu Dabiao recalled, "It seems he offended the Li Family, and only then did he fall into disrepute and end up in this godforsaken place."

"The Li Family..." The Hall Master pondered, lowering his head.

Liu Dabiao stood by with a stiff smile.

Inwardly, he felt incredibly wronged.

It wasn't because of the Black Tiger Gang Hall Master in front of him... but because he had just lent Chen Feng five taels of silver!

Five taels!

That was a huge sum for him.

He collected management fees in the slums, calculated at five copper coins per person. He'd have to collect from a thousand people to earn it back!

How many people were even in this alley?

How long would it take to recover his losses?

Liu Dabiao felt his heart bleeding.

How could Chen Feng have offended the Lin Family for no reason? And they even sent a Hall Master to kill him.

By then, this Hall Master would surely strip Chen Feng of everything on him.

Not a single copper coin would be left for him!

If only he had snatched it back that day...

Liu Dabiao fell into deep regret.

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, he felt his life was filled with sorrow.

My first investment, a complete failure.

Liu Dabiao's eyes flickered, and he spotted a familiar figure walking past the alley entrance.

It was Chen Feng!

"Sir! Sir! It's him!"

Liu Dabiao shivered and quickly reminded the Black Robe Hall Master beside him.

Chen Feng walked leisurely down the road.

In the dirty slums, people were numb and busy.

They toiled every day just to survive until tomorrow, lacking the energy or interest to gather news from the outside world.

Unless that news could fill their stomachs.

Therefore, the news of Chen Feng becoming a Personal Disciple had naturally not yet spread here.

Some people saw Chen Feng and noticed he was dressed much more lavishly. Their only thought was, could they rob him?

Upon a second glance, they saw Chen Feng was strong and robust, and they abandoned the idea.

They lowered their heads and continued working.

Once upon a time.

Chen Feng was one of them.

But he was young, had hope, saved money to learn martial arts, was fortunate enough not to get sick, fortunate enough not to be robbed, and fortunate enough...

to become a Personal Disciple.

[Things change, people remain the same... Experience +222]

Chen Feng: "???"

This works too?

It seems better to be an emotional person. I can get experience for free.

Chen Feng quickened his pace. He came today to make a clean break with his past.

More accurately.

He wanted to sell his house and get some silver.

Since he was idle anyway, he might as well come and sell the house first.

Lest he forget.

Although Senior Brother Lu had given him fifty taels as a meeting gift, and just now when he called him to practice boxing, he gave him another ten taels.

But Chen Feng felt that the more money, the better.

Having stepped into the Blood Refining Realm, he would also need to start buying blood food.

Ordinary meat was no longer enough.

And exotic beast blood food often cost tens of taels, which was too expensive.

Chen Feng hadn't eaten any yet.

"Knock knock."

Chen Feng knocked on a house next door.

Although it wasn't as good as a house with blue bricks and black tiles, this drab house was still far better than the other houses in this place.

"Liu Dabiao! Are you there!"

Chen Feng called out twice.

No one answered.

Chen Feng frowned. Where could Liu Dabiao have gone?

Could he have gone to a brothel?

"The boss isn't here! What are you here for?" A scoundrel poked his head out from a nearby alley.

"Where is Liu Dabiao? I need to see him," Chen Feng asked.

The scoundrel frowned instead, walked out of the alley, and pointed at Chen Feng's nose, cursing:

"Watch your mouth! Is Master Biao's name something you can just call out!"

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold.

The scoundrel was stunned, intimidated by his aura.

After realizing what happened, feeling he had lost face, he became furious and continued to curse:

"You've only learned martial arts for two days, look how arrogant you've become!"

As if certain that Chen Feng wouldn't dare to act, the scoundrel pushed his luck.

"I'm talking to you, damn it! Did you hear me?!"

His index finger was almost shoved into Chen Feng's face.

Even a clay figurine has a temper.

Chen Feng felt he had been more than accommodating.

Why did people keep looking for trouble?

He no longer hesitated, reaching out and grabbing Laizi's extended index finger.

Crack!

"What are you do... Ahhhh!"

Accompanied by a crisp snap, the finger was broken.

The pain shot through his entire body, and Laizi broke out in a cold sweat, wailing.

His finger was twisted backward, completely broken, dangling from the back of his hand.

"Ahhhh! You, you just wait! When Master Biao gets back! I'll make you pay!"

Chen Feng rushed forward and kicked Laizi to the ground, unable to resist retorting:

"Still making threats?! You're alone now, and you can't even beat me, yet you're still taunting me! Do you have a brain?"

Laizi clutched his hand, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Can we talk properly now?"

Chen Feng slowly walked forward, about to ask where Liu Dabiao had gone.

A sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

After becoming a Martial Artist, Chen Feng's senses were greatly enhanced.

He keenly sensed the sound of air being broken behind him.

A hand, wrapped in sharp palm wind, struck directly at his vital back, carrying a chilling killing intent, leaving no room for maneuver.

Clearly, the intention was to kill Chen Feng outright!

[Encountered sneak attack... Experience +500]

Chen Feng's heart tightened.

Instinct instantly overwhelmed all other thoughts.

He didn't look back, his toes pushing off the ground with force, his body soaring like a startled swan, shifting three feet sideways.

He dodged the perilous palm strike.

Chen Feng spun and landed, finally seeing the appearance of the attacker:

A figure in a black robe, thin and gaunt, with killing intent in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Chen Feng asked in a deep voice.

His aura also suddenly solidified, and vigilance rose in his heart. He could tell that the person before him was a genuine Martial Artist.

Definitely not some common thug like Laizi.