A Great Harvest!

The dark figure sprinted all the way, finally slipping quietly into the Li Family Breakfast Shop.

After removing the mask from his face, a delicate-looking face was revealed.

It was none other than Li Chuan!

Back home, Li Chuan gasped for air.

His lungs felt as if they were about to burst, and his throat was abnormally dry and itchy from inhaling too much cold air.

But it was all worth it. Under the moonlight, Li Chuan's eyes flickered.

After dealing with Cao Yan, the remaining remnants of the Black Bear Gang would not be able to escape the clutches of the Iron Tiger Gang.

Before the so-called "Brother Zhou" returned, his situation was temporarily secure.

As for Brother Zhou, Li Chuan was not particularly worried.

In a few months, by the time he returned, he would already be at the Dark Force stage.

Both at the Dark Force level, who would fear whom?

Moreover, he had been very clean with his actions tonight.

If anyone were to be suspected, it would be Song Jin first; it had nothing to do with him.

And... there was an even greater harvest!

Li Chuan lit the lamp oil, and the dim yellow light illuminated the entire room.

He turned the captured cloth bag inside out.

Clatter, clatter—a dazzling white glow shimmered!

Li Chuan counted carefully.

Ten taels of silver!

Tsk tsk, truly, murder and arson bring golden belts, while building roads and bridges leave no bones! Li Chuan thought to himself.

Working at the Luo Family Pharmacy, he earned only about four taels of silver a month through diligent labor.

This one trip, taking only a single night's effort, had earned him ten taels.

It was almost equivalent to three months' salary!

It's a pity that this kind of thing cannot last. If Cao Yan hadn't threatened my family, I wouldn't have risked taking action.

Li Chuan shook his head, his mind not losing its reason over this large sum of money.

This success was due to having the right timing, location, and circumstances.

Even so, it had taken quite some effort to kill Cao Yan in the end.

He must never be greedy!

After calming his heart, Li Chuan shifted his gaze to the booklet.

Thunder Shadow Leg.

It's actually a leg technique? The name sounds quite impressive!

After a brief flip-through, Li Chuan confirmed that this was a formidable leg technique.

It likewise covered the three stages of Bright Force, Dark Force, and Transforming Force.

I really hit the jackpot this time. I was just thinking about how to get another fighting style to practice to improve my performance in the Martial Exam. Li Chuan felt a sense of emotion.

Actually, he hadn't held much hope at the time.

After all, good fighting styles were the closely guarded secrets of various Martial Halls; they relied on these things to make money and would never reveal them to him.

Even if he could buy one, he certainly wouldn't be able to afford it.

Fortunately... there was Cao Yan, the boy who delivered treasures!

A leg technique is exactly what I need. If practiced well, it can be effectively combined with the Through-Arm Fist, making my moves more unpredictable and harder to see through!

As the saying goes, fists are not as good as legs.

The advantage of fist techniques lies in their flexibility and variety, while leg techniques lie in their greater power.

With equal strength, leg techniques can unleash greater lethality than fists.

Furthermore, there is another benefit to practicing leg techniques: if his legs are stronger, his speed will also improve.

Even if it isn't as ghostly and untraceable as specialized footwork, it is still far better than practicing nothing at all!

Li Chuan had already made up his mind: after spending the New Year at home and returning to the Martial Hall, he would begin practicing this Thunder Shadow Leg.

The next morning.

After Li Chuan slipped out quietly, he walked back in slowly through the front door.

Wang Xiumei said with pleasant surprise:

"Chuan'er, you're finally back. Mother thought you wouldn't be coming back for the New Year. Knowing you were busy at the Martial Hall, I didn't dare write a letter for fear of delaying your training."

Li Chuan smiled.

"It's alright, Mother. If you want to write it, then write it. How much time could replying to a letter possibly take?"

Wang Xiumei beamed with joy.

"Alright, alright. You sit down first, and Mother will make you some breakfast."

"I was planning to open the shop today, but since you're back, I won't. Let's have a good New Year!"

While waiting for breakfast, Li Chuan went inside to greet his grandfather, grandmother, and the others.

After coming back out, Li Chuan sat on a bamboo stool to wait for Wang Xiumei to cook.

Nearby, the voices of many neighbors discussing something had already begun to rise.

"In just one night, the Black Bear Gang was wiped out. Their leader, Cao Yan, died a miserable death. Song Jin beat him until he was covered in blood; there wasn't a single patch of intact flesh left on him!"

"Old Liu, what kind of fake news is that? I have a brother in the Iron Tiger Gang, and he told me Cao Yan wasn't killed by Song Jin, but by some mysterious person!"

"Pah! Who cares about some mysterious person or not? It's a good thing that Cao Yan is dead!"

The Black Bear Gang had run rampant everywhere, provoking many people.

Previously, because the gang's situation was stronger than theirs, everyone had been too afraid to speak up.

Now that the Black Bear Gang was destroyed, it was naturally a cause for celebration for every household.

After Wang Xiumei served Li Chuan a bowl of noodles, she curiously leaned in to hear what the crowd was saying.

Once she heard clearly, she hurried back, looking surprised.

"Chuan'er, have you heard? The Black Bear Gang was wiped out by Song Jin!"

Li Chuan also put on a timely expression of shock.

"What?! There's such a thing!"

After Grandfather Li Nian learned the news, he immediately walked out as well.

Once he understood the ins and outs of the matter, he called the whole family together to announce the good news.

"Cao Yan died well! As long as he was alive, I couldn't sleep at night, always worried he was eyeing this shop!"

Li Nian's face showed a rare excitement he hadn't felt in a long time.

Although Liu Hu had died previously and the crisis was temporarily resolved, they could not rest easy as long as Cao Yan was alive.

Who knew what these gang members might do!

Li Qing asked doubtfully, "Could it be that our Li family has some legendary 'luck'? Every time we encounter danger, Heaven arranges for someone to step in and help."

"Last time, Liu Hu was killed by a man in black, and this time, Cao Yan was wiped out by a mysterious person again!"

Li Nian sighed with emotion, "Don't let me find out who that mysterious person is; I'll definitely have to kowtow to him!"

Li Chuan gave Li Nian a strange look.

His grandfather had now said twice that he wanted to kowtow to him.

How could he accept that?

As Li Chuan listened to everyone's happy discussion while slurping his noodles, he felt a sense of long-lost peace in his heart.

But this peace did not last long.

Soon, noisy sounds came from outside.

"Gang Leader Song!" The gathered crowd was somewhat trembling with fear.

They were all worried that their previous discussions might displease this man.

After all, with the Black Bear Gang gone, this entire area was now completely under Song Jin's control!

If they offended him, how would they go on living?

Unexpectedly, Song Jin didn't even pay them any mind and headed straight for the Li Family Breakfast Shop.

This action caused the crowd to gasp and whisper among themselves again.

"I heard Li Nian's grandson broke through some nonsense 'strength'—could it be he was blind and offended Gang Leader Song?"

"Who knows? Li Nian was acting quite smug before!"

Many discussions spread among the neighbors; some were kind, but most were malicious.

Such is human nature.

Seeing those around them doing well often made people angrier than if they were doing poorly themselves.

Li Nian's heart sank, and a bad premonition arose.

Wang Xiumei raised her spatula, watching Song Jin vigilantly.

Li Qing stood silently in front of Li Chuan, his muscles tensed.

Song Jin carried a thick scent of blood, which, combined with his fierce and ruthless expression, instantly made one's hair stand on end.

After a moment of silence.

To everyone's surprise, that ferocious face actually squeezed out a smile:

"Brother Li, Song wishes you a happy New Year!"