Ten-Step Killer (4k words, begging for monthly votes)

Galaxy Bar.

"Many thanks, Boss!"

"Boss A Wen is so generous!"

The lackeys were radiant with joy as they grabbed their money.

For ordinary Four-Nines, a cut of several hundred dollars from a single water-splitting operation was already a massive fortune.

When Li Xiuwen used to follow Little Loudspeaker, his fixed monthly oil-water stipend was only a thousand.

After handling the aftermath of that battle, Li Xiuwen returned to Chen's Rice Noodle Factory.

By now, the street brawl between Thunder God Shed and Hesheng Tu had spread through the East District like wildfire.

Li Xiuwen was now also a figure of some renown, and Aunt-in-law and Uncle-in-law quickly learned of the matter through the neighborhood gossips.

Aunt-in-law patted the flour off her clothes, came up to Li Xiuwen, and asked with concern, "A Wen, you weren't hurt, were you?"

Li Xiuwen chuckled. "I didn't lose a single hair, don't worry."

Aunt-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, but still urged, "In the clubs, you must be careful. Don't always stick your head out; the gun shoots the bird that sticks out its neck."

Li Xiuwen nodded. "Mn, I know... Where's Uncle-in-law?"

At those words, a trace of despondency flashed across Aunt-in-law's eyes as she said, "His condition seems to have worsened a bit. He's in the bedroom."

Li Xiuwen's expression shifted slightly, and he asked, "Is there a report? Let me see."

Aunt-in-law handed the report over to Li Xiuwen.

Li Xiuwen took a look, his brows furrowed deeply. "Ten years..."

From the looks of it right now, Uncle-in-law's illness couldn't be cured—to say nothing of Fragrant Sea, even over in the Western Continent.

Aunt-in-law said, "A Wen, what your uncle-in-law thinks is, why don't we just stop treating it? Treatment or no treatment, it's only ten good years left to