The Unsocial Fox (New book seeking monthly tickets and follow-ups~)

Yun Niang actually couldn't quite understand the young constable's reaction.

The two at the door were foxes.

Could it be... that the one sitting right next to you, drinking and eating meat, wasn't one too?

What was the difference?

"I am Green-Tailed Fox," the fat man cupped his hands in a salute.

"I am Long-Legged Fox," the tall, thin man twitched the corners of his mouth.

After introducing themselves, the two shouted in unison, "Greetings to Master Lin!"

"..."

Lin Shu glanced at them sideways, not bothering to respond.

Ever since he slaughtered that bunch from the Good Fortune Martial Hall, the news had surely spread like wildfire.

It wasn't strange that someone had noticed him.

But social interactions required choosing the right company.

Lin Shu already felt that Green Willow Alley was filthy enough, let alone dealing with the very people who had dirtied the back alleys with their own hands.

Despicable!

Chang Yi didn't speak, stealing a glance at Lin Shu.

Aside from those few encounters, this was his first time coming into contact with the core "business" of the other party.

Facing the young man's coldness, the two foxes still wore smiling expressions:

"Master Lin, please don't blame us for being presumptuous. We are here today strictly under orders from the hall to inquire about something."

"Speak," Lin Shu took a sip of cloudy wine and returned to enjoying the meat on the table.

"It's like this..."

Green-Tailed Fox licked his lips.

This Lin fellow was indeed as eccentric and difficult to deal with as the rumors suggested.

However, he wasn't here today to curry favor with the man.

Thinking of this, Green-Tailed Fox's eyes flickered with a strange glint: "You used to have a theater troupe in the South Suburb, and it was only through the support of these past years that you were able to enter our Cunning Fox Hall."

"Now that the territory has been given to you and you have your status, we won't interfere in your grudge with Liu San, but regarding the matter you promised back then, haven't you finished it yet?"

"Exactly."

Long-Legged Fox took over, glancing at the young widow with a smile: "Since you are the one calling the shots on Green Willow Street now, moving money from your left hand to your right is pointless, so we'll forget about that sum of silver."

"However..."

"We have already reported the medicinal boy you promised to the White Tiger Hall. It's been dragging on for so long without a word; how do you expect us to report back?"

"Tender kids of that specific age aren't easy to find."

The humble expressions the two had worn earlier gradually faded upon mentioning the White Tiger Hall.

They transformed into a look of insincere, mocking smiles.

They knew of Lin Shu's fierce reputation, but no matter how fierce he was, could he be fiercer than those big shots above?

His arrogance just now meant nothing; surely he still had to give an honest explanation now.

The matter of the medicinal boy was stated openly right in front of the Purple Flood Dragon Constable, without any attempt at concealment.

This was the custom in Blackwater City.

Regardless of what was said, unless the yamen could find a shred of evidence, it was simply the fox's bad luck if they got caught.

The reputation for being cunning and treacherous was never unearned.

After the two finished speaking, Chang Yi pressed his lips together, looking at the young man beside him with a sense of disbelief.

"You... you..." The young widow clenched her palms, her face growing anxious.

She hadn't expected this matter to have a follow-up, and it sounded like even her benefactor couldn't refuse!

Under the aggressive gazes of the two foxes.

Lin Shu finally finished picking the meat from his bowl.

He sighed softly.

As if feeling disgusted and annoyed at having his mood ruined, he stood up slowly.

"First, this was something Liu San promised you."

"I can send you to him to collect it."

"Second..."

As he spoke, the low table in the courtyard suddenly exploded outward, the wine pot and dishes shattering instantly.

A muffled crack rang out!

Caught off guard, the lanky man was struck hard in the chest by the low table.

Under that fierce burst of force, his entire body was sent flying out of the courtyard.

By the time he landed on the main street, his breastbone was shattered and sunken, his limbs twitching slightly. He was breathing his last, and it was unclear if he would survive.

Lin Shu brushed off his hands casually and looked at the remaining fat fox.

His expression was indifferent, but a rare, untamed arrogance surged in the depths of his eyes: "My things are not for the likes of you lowly trash to point fingers at."

This sudden eruption of violence left everyone present stunned in their tracks!

Chang Yi's mouth hung slightly open; he had expected a loud, conspiratorial plotting between foxes, not that someone would be nearly killed in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps due to his previous two experiences, the "Black Charcoal" had developed a habit, or perhaps he had intended to do something similar all along.

Regardless of his reasoning, Chang Yi simply sat there blankly, with no intention of drawing his blade to intervene.

"Now, wipe clean the places you stepped on and get lost."

Lin Shu cast a look of disgust at the footprints by the courtyard gate.

Sharing the same title as these people truly made him feel like his status was being cheapened.

"You! Hah!"

Green-Tailed Fox gasped for air, standing rooted to the spot with eyes wide enough to split.

He had never expected that after hearing the name of the White Tiger Hall, the man surnamed Lin would not only fail to restrain himself but become even more rampant than before!

"Master Tian was right, you have a rebellious bone! You were never one of us!"

Green-Tailed Fox's voice was hoarse and filled with venom.

But the moment the young man looked over again, his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

"I'll wipe... I'll wipe..."

The fat man's breathing trembled. Not daring to linger, he frantically used his two silk sleeves to meticulously scrub the footprints off the muddy ground.

Then, using his knees, he shuffled out of the courtyard, scooped up the unconscious Long-Legged Fox, and fled in a pathetic scramble.

"Won't this cause trouble?"

Chang Yi remained dazed for a long time before slowly turning his head to look to the side.

He realized his earlier intuition had been correct: Lin Shu was simply very different from this group of foxes!

But in this city, a constable could not lay a hand on a fox without evidence, and the same went for the Blackwater Gang.

That was infighting among the same sect!

"What trouble could there be?"

Lin Shu remained as nonchalant as ever.

He wasn't an idiot.

These two foxes were clearly acting suspicious.

These people could come to his door to demand an explanation, but they certainly shouldn't have chosen the time when he was at the height of his momentum.

This didn't fit the logic of a normal person, let alone a fox known for being cunning and slick.

The whole affair reeked of someone pulling the strings.

Once the words "Master Tian" were uttered, Lin Shu understood most of it, especially when combined with talk of "rebellious bones" and not being "one of us."

Clearly, this fat pig wanted to isolate him from the Cunning Fox Hall.

As for what they planned to do after isolating him...

Lin Shu lowered his eyes slightly, a flicker of excitement rising within them.

If he wasn't mistaken, he would find out soon enough.

"Alright, I have to head to Green Willow Alley."

"You're patrolling the streets anyway, help me keep an eye on this courtyard."

Leaving those two instructions behind, Lin Shu stepped out of the dilapidated Firewood Courtyard.

This courtyard contained the aura of an immortal; he couldn't let others ruin it.

"Sigh."

Chang Yi stood up. He had clearly come here to vent his frustrations, so why did it feel like he had been ordered around instead?

Still, patrolling the streets was his duty, and keeping a closer eye on the man's family didn't seem to break any rules.

The "Black Charcoal" turned to the side and nodded politely to the young widow: "Don't worry, Miss. If that group dares to come back and cause trouble, just let me know."

"Many thanks, Officer."

Yun Niang nodded instinctively, but her gaze lingered outside the courtyard, her thoughts clearly drifting far away.

She still carried the title of a widow, yet she had been so decisively labeled as "his thing."

This should have been somewhat uncomfortable.

But remembering the way her benefactor had suddenly erupted just moments ago, a strange warmth bloomed in Yun Niang's heart.