Chapter Forty-One: The Brat (3)

Yang Lin took it and placed it in Lin Xiaoyan’s hands. “Take it. No matter what, you were injured here.”

The manager beside them nodded repeatedly. “That’s right. It was indeed our negligence that caused you to be hurt…”

Lin Xiaoyan glanced at Yang Lin. He nodded, signaling that she should accept it.

“Thank you.” Lin Xiaoyan took the card.

“With this card, you can receive twenty percent off every meal at the Four Directions Restaurant,” Yang Lin explained.

Twenty percent off.

“I’m not running anymore. You two go ahead and run. I’m going to chat with my best friend.” Hai Qing, aloof as ever, smiled faintly as she spoke.

Although these foods were nothing exceptional to the Marquis of Harmony’s household, they were nevertheless an expression of her thoughtfulness.

The first was the crushing burden of forced labor. In this chaotic era of the Three Kingdoms, conscripting able-bodied men into the army was extremely common. Even Liu Bei, who prided himself on his benevolence and virtue, had seized several thousand starving refugees and forced them into military service while journeying to rescue Tao Qian.

However, Lin Tian did owe the man money, and Huang Zhongzhi had used this as a reason to demand repayment. Lin Tian felt too embarrassed to refuse outright, so that afternoon he repaid the five hundred thousand he owed Huang Zhongzhi.

Everyone in the Crown Prince’s residence obeyed Mo Lin’s orders. That very afternoon, Mo Lin had beaten Eunuch Qin to death in front of them all. Who would dare challenge his authority now or disobey his instructions?

Outside the police station, Lin Tian parted ways with Attorney Lin Qintang after thanking him. He still had to make a trip to the hospital.

“Get lost!” Lin Tian roared, frightening the seven men into collapsing in terror. Their legs trembled uncontrollably as they turned and fled, even looking back to see whether Lin Tian was chasing them.

Fortunately, Cui Haochen had left the lights on. Otherwise, if anyone outside had seen bursts of golden light suddenly rising from his room in the dead of night, who knew how badly they would have been frightened?

The Fatty had arranged the best booth for them and instructed the waiters to bring out the finest liquor. He took exceptionally attentive care of his two guests.

The entire underground space thundered without pause. The demonic soldiers burst apart like balloons, one after another, and every attempt at resistance proved utterly futile. It was a harvest carried out by death itself.

Fang Lin’s heart jolted, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood from his chest. His face turned as pale as snow.

To be honest, he did not want to invite further trouble, nor did he wish to teach the old man a lesson. But the old man had placed himself in an impossible position and already issued a challenge. After pondering for a while, he agreed to the old man’s request.

“Demon-Slaying Guards!” the Demon-Subduing King roared. His right hand abruptly drew the long sword at his side. A flash of sword light swept across the air, and sword energy shot straight into the heavens.

Fang Lin soon arrived at Ghost Mountain. It truly lived up to its name. Before he had even entered the mountain, he could already sense an ominous ghostly aura, as though countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts dwelled within.

Originally, because of his cooperation with Wu Shigong, Zheng Zhilong had been unable to make his greed too obvious. But after learning that Wu Shigong had gone north to serve the emperor, Zheng Zhilong could no longer restrain himself. He, too, conducted business with the Manchus by sea and understood all too well the formidable power of their mounted archers, so he had little confidence in Wu Shigong’s prospects this time.

“Xuan Yue has already become a demon slave. Tell me, should I kill her?” After Xia Fanchen finished speaking, he swiftly left the room and rushed back toward Phoenix City. Whatever happened, he did not want Phoenix City or the Private Moon Mercenary Group to suffer the slightest trouble.

“What do I need to do?” Ouyang Tienan was already extremely satisfied that Xia Fanchen had restored the Demon-Slaying Bow to its present condition. He believed he could handle all the remaining work himself.

Step by step, the large group continued forward through the tunnel. Everyone wondered where its end would lead and what kind of scene awaited them beyond it.

Ye Feng hurriedly helped everyone to their feet. Just then, Zeng Yi returned, radiant and full of vigor. At his side walked Dong Yunxi, whose face held both indignation and happiness.

Although Zui Xianyue was always clinging to her and calling her his wife, she knew that he felt no love for her.