Veterans' Camp.
Zhong Yushu sat on a folding stool, fishing leisurely with a rod in his hands.
He hummed a tune.
A happy smile filled his face.
Yu Kid's method really worked. He had tried it, and over the past few days, he no longer even needed to go out on jobs himself. People under him were setting up operations everywhere.
With luck, he might actually make a fortune after a while.
Then he could send more money to his old comrades' families, too.
Too bad he was uneducated. If he had thought of this sooner, he would have started long ago.
He sat by the lake like that, imagining a wonderful future.
But soon, Zhong Yushu began to frown slightly.
In the distance, Pavilion Master Lin slowly approached in a suit.
"Why do you keep coming here when you've got nothing to do?"
"Don't interrupt my fishing. Get lost!"
A trace of wariness appeared on Zhong Yushu's face as he spoke cautiously.
There was a guilty look in his eyes.
Had someone reported their disc-selling ring, leading the authorities to him?
That shouldn't be possible.
According to Yu Kid, after watching something so stirring and upright, surely no one would go against their conscience and report him.
Especially since the sales pitch he had taught them only guaranteed that watching it would get their blood pumping.
That wasn't a lie, was it?
"Elder Zhong."
"As your fourth-generation junior, I, Lin Feng, ask you to return!"
Pavilion Master Lin clasped his hands and bowed deeply, his expression solemn.
Zhong Yushu's heart instantly settled, and he waved impatiently. "Get lost, get lost. With these old arms and legs, what the hell am I coming back for?"
"With the shape I'm in, one gust of wind would knock me over at Demon-Suppressing