Jing Kingdom.
Jin City.
The night was as dark as ink.
"Creak." The wooden door of the Red Sleeve Inn was pushed open halfway.
Three young women leaned out, their lips slightly parted, their dresses slit high, revealing their smooth, white legs.
The brothel echoed with decadent sounds every night; they were long accustomed to this trade, their eyes lazily sweeping across the alleyway.
"Brother Chen! Brother Chen! Something terrible has happened!"
From the end of the alley, a young man suddenly came stumbling and scrambling, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Following his voice, not far away, a man leaned against a brick wall, flirting with a seductive woman selling late-night snacks.
This man was about twenty years old, with a somewhat dashing face, his short hair standing on end, his posture as upright as a pine tree—it was the 'Brother Chen' the young man had been calling for—Qing Chen.
Disturbed by the young man's advances towards the young woman, Qingchen's face darkened.
He swiftly withdrew his concealed left hand, his right hand reaching into his robes to pull out a few copper coins, which he slammed onto the table with a clang.
"What's the panic? What the hell are you yelling about?"
"Chen-Chen-ge'er! Your second brother's been surrounded!" The young man trembled, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Qingchen.
Qingchen frowned: "Who?"
"Who else could it be but the people from the [Double Eagle Society]! I finally managed to sneak out through the side door to find you. They've been eyeing your house for ages."
Qingchen narrowed his eyes; this was exactly what he expected. Without another word, he strode away.
The two walked quickly, one after the other, through several narrow alleyways, and in a short while, they reached the narrow path, about ten feet wide, behind the Red Sleeve Pavilion.
Three thugs had cornered a fourteen-year-old boy against a wall, the boy's face still bearing two slap marks.
The leader, a scarred man with a face full of scars, leered incessantly: "You little bastard, call your mother out to keep me company. Kneel nine times, and I won't beat you up today.
I've heard that this little wench, though she's had several children, is still quite alluring, with a very seductive figure, hehe!"
The surrounding onlookers burst into laughter.
Once someone started, the crowd joined in, the shouts growing louder and louder—after all, a beautiful widow's door always attracts trouble.
This scene made Qingchen, who had just arrived, feel a chill.
Having transmigrated to this world for over a month, and with the ruthless nature he'd honed in his previous life as a salesman, he was already used to this cannibalistic world.
And this second brother was an important pawn in his game.
These past few days, Qingchen had brought his second brother, Qingjie, to the vicinity of the brothel, intending to lure him into the clutches of the Twin Eagles Society.
But discovery was one thing, humiliation another; he couldn't be crippled or crippled. He still had considerable value.
“You’re asking for death!”
A low shout boomed like thunder.
Qingchen leaped forward, channeling all the internal energy of his ‘Jade Forging Technique’ into his legs, achieving astonishing speed!
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he pounced on the skinny, monkey-like rascal on his left.
Before the rascal could react, Qingchen grabbed his collar tightly.
The skinny rascal was quite fierce, actually opening his mouth to bite Qingchen's arm.
Qingchen coldly snorted, his right elbow as hard as iron, slamming into him with tremendous force!
“Crack!”
A sound of bone breaking rang out, and the skinny rascal's yellow teeth crumbled, his mouth smeared with blood.
Then, Qing Chen forcefully flung him away, sending him flying like a rag doll to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He lay convulsing on the floor.
The other two thugs were stunned by this sudden turn of events. When had Qing Chen become so ruthless?
The scarred man wasn't intimidated by Qing Chen. He charged at Qing Chen menacingly, "Qing Chen's gotten bolder, huh? You think you can mess with the Twin Eagles?"
Qing Chen sneered, standing firm, neither dodging nor flinching.
When the scarred man was right in front of him, he suddenly stretched out his arm, using his Jade Forging Skill to grip the man's wrist like an iron clamp.
Then, with a powerful twist, he twisted it violently!
"Crack!"
Another crisp sound rang out. The scarred man's wrist dislocated. Before he could even scream, Qing Chen's knee had already slammed into his groin!
"Ugh—"
The scarred man's eyes bulged, his face turned deathly pale, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, limp and unable to move.
Just then, the last ruffian attacked from the side and behind.
Qing Chen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he twisted his waist and spun around, delivering a whip kick like a heavy axe to the ruffian's ribs.
"Bang!"
The man flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall, lifeless.
In a flash, all three ruffians were on the ground.
Qing Chen's eyes still gleamed with ferocity; he gathered strength in his palms, preparing to deliver another brutal blow to the fallen scarred man.
A shout came from the crowd on the periphery:
"Brother! Brother! Show mercy! You can't do this! Another beating and someone will die!"
A thin, dark-skinned old man squeezed out, stamping his feet anxiously.
Hearing this, Qingchen stopped and glared at the old man expressionlessly.
"What are you looking at!" The thin, dark-skinned old man stiffened his neck, feigning anguish, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"I'm your great-uncle, I'm saying all this for your own good! If someone dies, the authorities will investigate, and you'll be in deep trouble."
"Bang!"
Before he finished speaking, Qingchen's heavy fist slammed into his chest.
"Slap!"
A resounding slap followed, sending the old man spinning halfway around, his left cheek instantly swelling and revealing five distinct finger marks.
"For my own good?"
Qingchen glared fiercely at the old man, spitting on the ground, his eyes sinister:
"I'll spare you my foot! You were the loudest one shouting just now! If you keep making a sound, I'll cripple you too!"
With that, his icy gaze swept across the entire room.
Everyone he saw felt a chill run down their spines and quickly lowered their heads to avoid him.
The once noisy street fell silent instantly. People looked at each other, then slunk away.
Qing Chen watched as the three hooligans struggled to their feet, helping each other away, without stopping them.
Crippling them was fine, but killing them in the street was indeed inconvenient.
Killing them from behind was much easier.
Just as he was pondering how to clean up the mess and advance his plan—
"Get out of my way! I'm the woman of the son of the Eagle King of Beiman Mountain! How dare you touch me?!"
Suddenly, a woman's scream, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, came from not far away.
A pretty woman was seen stumbling towards the back door of the Red Sleeve Pavilion.
She seemed to have been drugged; her steps were unsteady and weak.
A large, boisterous group chased after him, surrounding a pale-faced, richly dressed young man.
This man was clearly a long-time seduce and womanizer, his face contorted with lewdness.
The servants' short jackets all bore the conspicuous character "Zhao."
"It's the City Lord's Mansion, the Zhao family!"
Qing Chen's heart skipped a beat.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed the woman's alluring figure and subtly striking curves.
The woman looked around frantically, then spotted the stunned Qing Chen. Grasping at a straw, she cried out in a pitiful voice:
"Young master, please save me!"