Windfall

Clearly, he had recognized Qin Fang.

The next moment, he flew into a rage: "You're courting death!!"

As he spoke, he lunged forward, reaching out to grab Qin Fang.

But immediately after, he tripped over his own feet and crashed directly onto the ground.

Looking utterly wretched, he struggled to lift his head, his expression a mix of shock and fury as he tried to get a clear look at Qin Fang.

Qin Fang, whose heart had sunk in alarm, was stunned by this sight, but then he let out a sigh of relief...

Fortunately, his sneak attack had struck the back of the head.

The back of the head is right next to the brainstem, one of the most vulnerable areas of the body; even a slight heavy blow can be fatal.

Let alone having a throwing dart embedded in it!

The fact that the opponent hadn't immediately collapsed or died was already a testament to his astonishing physique.

But clearly, the dart hadn't been useless; it was just that the man's constitution was too formidable, allowing him to endure it.

However, his brainstem must have sustained damage, which was why his body was now beyond his control.

Realizing this, Qin Fang let out a long, silent breath and stared at Wang Long.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked by Wang Long's physical strength...

With a damaged brainstem, he had still managed to stand up, and even lunged four or five meters away just moments ago, crashing through the window frame...

And even this, according to Scar-Head Li and his master, didn't count as a Mingjin martial artist?

Then, what kind of monsters must the "Anjin" martial artists be, who were even stronger than "Mingjin"?

Qin Fang realized that the martial artists of this world... might be even more terrifying than he had imagined!

But soon, he took a deep breath, suppressing his chaotic thoughts.

Now was not the time to think about such things; he looked down at Wang Long.

Wang Long was struggling on the ground, trying to stand up, but he felt as though his entire body was no longer under his control.

When he looked up again and saw Qin Fang's cold, sharp expression through his only remaining eye, he fell into a complete panic.

"Brother, brother, don't, don't be impulsive! Let's talk this over, let's talk this over!"

He spoke with effort, trying to appease Qin Fang while simultaneously struggling to steady his body.

But this was clearly a futile effort; the brainstem damage was severe enough to be fatal. He now felt his whole body going numb and losing sensation; he couldn't even manage to stand.

But he couldn't worry about his physical condition now, because he saw intense killing intent in Qin Fang's eyes!

"Brother, have you forgotten? I was the one who saved you! You, you can't return kindness with enmity! As for what happened today, I apologize! From now on, I will never bother you again! I swear it!!"

It was difficult for Wang Long to speak with his damaged brainstem, yet his consciousness remained surprisingly clear as he shouted.

But Qin Fang did not answer; he simply took out another throwing dart in silence.

Seeing Qin Fang act this way, the panic in the depths of Wang Long's eyes could finally no longer be concealed.

He shouted angrily: "You, you can't kill me! My, my brother is Wang Hu! Wang Hu of the Iron Tiger Gang! If you kill me, not only you, but even your master will be in trouble! You'll all have to be buried with me!!"

In just this short moment, he couldn't even struggle anymore; his whole body was rigid as he tried to shout.

But the response he received was a dart whistling through the air.

Puchi!

His eyes widened. This time, the dart was firmly embedded in his throat.

He looked down in disbelief at the red tassel on the dart, then looked back at Qin Fang...

Qin Fang could vaguely see intense regret in his only remaining eye.

He didn't know if he was regretting the choice to save him that day out of greed... or regretting provoking him today.

Watching him on the verge of death, Qin Fang finally spoke slowly: "The gold you wanted—after today, I will burn it for you. You won't be able to say I don't keep my word anymore."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long's eyes bulged, then his head tilted to the side... and he breathed his last.

Qin Fang let out a long breath, then looked up toward the room.

A woman of exquisite beauty was standing blankly in front of the window frame, looking out at the yard... it was Wang Long's mistress.

She was draped in a layer of gauze, which failed to conceal the charms of her chest.

She was indeed beautiful enough to be a mistress.

When Qin Fang's gaze fell upon her, she shuddered and tore her eyes away from Wang Long.

She looked at Qin Fang, her face turning pale.

"I, I didn't see anything, I, I didn't hear anything, I, I don't know anything..."

Her voice trembled.

Qin Fang watched her quietly, and after a moment, he sighed softly: "My apologies."

The next instant, a throwing dart pierced through her neck without a shred of mercy.

A woman's neck was far more fragile than a man's; she widened her eyes, clutched the bleeding hole in her throat, and finally collapsed limply to the floor.

Qin Fang's gaze flickered.

He had no grudge against this woman.

But unfortunately, she had seen his face.

With Wang Long dead, his younger brother Wang Hu would certainly not let the matter rest; if he left her alive, he would be the one to die in the end.

As for her claims that "she saw nothing, heard nothing, and knew nothing..."

Those were just words to be taken with a grain of salt.

Even a fool could guess what she would say the moment Wang Hu appeared before her.

Looking at the dead Wang Long, Qin Fang turned his head to scan the surroundings, listening intently for any movement.

But after a while, there was not a sound to be heard.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Were the neighbors nearby all sleeping that soundly?

...Wang Long's shouts just moments ago had been quite loud.

Since no one showed their face, Qin Fang hesitated no longer. He walked over to Wang Long's corpse and retrieved the three throwing darts from his body.

Looking at Wang Long's physique, Qin Fang's expression turned grave...

With a physique like that, if he hadn't been in the middle of that act, and if Qin Fang hadn't succeeded in a sneak attack that damaged his brain stem and robbed him of his mobility.

Then, even if he had used the same method he used on the previous two targets, the one who ended up dead... would likely have been him!

This physique was simply too strong.

As long as he couldn't be killed in a single strike, he would still have the capacity to counterattack, and the one to die would be Qin Fang!

"Is this what a martial artist is? And he hasn't even reached the 'Bright-Jin' stage yet..."

This made Qin Fang realize that the martial artists of this world were nothing like the so-called "martial arts successors" on the internet from his past life...

They were truly terrifying existences!

Exhaling a breath, Qin Fang looked at Wang Long's corpse but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he climbed over the window frame, first checking the woman on the floor... confirming she had stopped breathing, Qin Fang began to rummage through the room.

Soon, he found something familiar in a drawer by the bedside...

Golden Chain.

His own Golden Chain.

To think it had actually returned to its original owner?

Qin Fang looked surprised.

Without any hesitation, he stuffed it straight back into his bosom.

In this drawer, besides his Golden Chain, there were quite a few other valuables, such as gold hairpins; he took them all without reservation.

But he found no silver.

Qin Fang was a bit puzzled; he didn't believe Wang Long had no silver on him.

So, he continued his search.

Through his tireless efforts, he discovered a hidden compartment under the bed. Upon opening it, he found several silver banknotes inside.

This made Qin Fang's eyes light up. After counting carefully, there were a full hundred taels!

Truly, one cannot get rich without a windfall!

In just this one night, he had already acquired over a hundred taels of silver!

Besides the silver, there was also a porcelain bottle.

Qin Fang was curious and took a look...

The original owner had attended a private school, and since Qin Fang had inherited all of his memories, he naturally recognized the characters of Great Yu.

Written on it were the three large characters: "Blood-Qi Pill".

Blood-Qi Pill?

A medicinal pill?

Qin Fang was puzzled.

But he didn't dwell on it, stuffing the bottle of "Blood-Qi Pill" into his bosom before standing up.

He then retrieved the dart used to kill the woman, took one last look around, and without further hesitation, turned to leave.

But just as he lifted his foot, he paused suddenly. He instinctively looked down at himself... having killed three people in a row, especially the first two targets whom he had fought at close quarters, his clothes were stained with quite a bit of blood.

Thinking of the upcoming operation, he turned back and rummaged through the room, soon finding a set of new clothes.

However, the clothes did not fit well, being both too short and too baggy.

They belonged to Wang Long.

Still, they were better than the blood-stained set he was wearing; at least they were less conspicuous.

He changed directly into a black set, which was barely wearable.

Only then did he bundle up the clothes he had taken off, stuffing them along with today's spoils into the package. Carrying the bundle, he returned to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Wang Long's corpse still lay quietly where it was, covered in blood. A bloody, gaping hole occupied his right eye socket, while his left eye remained wide open in death, looking truly ghastly.

Qin Fang, however, remained expressionless. He looked at Wang Long's corpse and stood in the courtyard for a moment longer to ensure the neighbors had not been disturbed, before finally leaving without further delay, opening the courtyard gate and stepping out.

He did not forget to close the gate behind him.

Wang Long was dead.

Three targets remained.

His gaze was cold and dark.

Those three targets had to be eliminated tonight as well.

Otherwise, by tomorrow...

There would likely be big trouble.

He thought to himself.