Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 155 Approaching
A second-rate master already holds a respectable position in the martial arts world. It should be noted that the guards and servants of ordinary families are at most only third-rate experts.

Moreover, even if they are just third-rate martial artists, once they join another force, they immediately transform into the ruling class and can almost all become leaders, such as the chief of guards, the head of the guards, and so on.

After all, most of the guards were just veterans who had been through countless battles.

Therefore, even though the people in the Prince of Yong's mansion have some experts, not all of them are second-rate. Thus, Xu Changqing naturally has no reason to worry about Sheng Changquan.

After all, even if Sheng Changquan is discovered, it won't matter; even if he can't win, he can still escape.

After giving instructions to Xu Changqing, Sheng Changquan immediately turned around and began to walk in a different direction, following the edge of the target house in front of him, intending to circle around and see if he could find an entry point.

Because Xu Changqing had given instructions beforehand, Sheng Changquan had already changed into civilian clothes and put on coarse linen clothes to conceal his identity. At this time, coupled with his experience from two lifetimes, he was not worried that anyone would notice anything amiss when he slipped into the dense crowd.

After all, although he was only seven years old, his physique was no weaker than that of ordinary people. In fact, because he absorbed balanced and comprehensive nutrition, far exceeding the diet of ordinary people, his height did not cause any problems. On the contrary, he blended perfectly into the crowd.

Now, at only seven years old, Sheng Changquan is already the height of an average person. Of course, "average person" here refers to those who live in poverty and suffer from stunted growth.

"bass!"

Sheng Changquan tiptoed, carefully following the endless stream of people, slowly approaching the back door of the target house.

Although there are people there, they are few and far between, making it more secluded and easier for Sheng Changquan to gather information about the target.

As Sheng Changquan nimbly circled around to the back of the house, he suddenly discovered that the layout was extremely "ingenious" and perfectly suited for his approach.

After thinking for a moment, Sheng Changquan suddenly rolled up his sleeves and smeared some black ash on his body, face, and exposed arms. He pretended to be a carefree rogue and casually stopped in front of the door next to the house.

Because this is a slum, the houses here are all built crampedly, with a sense of order mixed with chaos. Although the rows are orderly, each house extends haphazardly and intertwines with the others, just like the owners of this place. In order to survive, they have formed a ruleless order.

There is order within chaos, and conventions have been established.

Sheng Changquan tidied himself up and leaned casually against the door of the neighbor's house next to the target house. For a moment, he didn't seem out of place, since no one knew which family he belonged to.

"Boom!"

However, just as Sheng Changquan approached the target house and leaned against the wall between the two houses, the door of the house next door suddenly opened.

"Squeak!"

A burly man dressed in black linen suddenly opened the back door and walked out.

His eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Sheng Changquan who was approaching with a wary expression, his face full of ferocity!

It was obvious that he was the one among those people who had been keeping watch, and now that he saw Sheng Changquan sneaking around, he was naturally ready to explode.

but.

"you……"

"Hey kid, what are you looking at?"

Before the man in black could even ask any questions, Sheng Changquan spoke up first!
"Do you know who I am?"

Sheng Changquan mimicked the gangster image from his past life's movies and TV dramas, speaking in a gruff, menacing voice as he asked, "Do you know whose territory this is?" As he spoke, Sheng Changquan walked forward, seemingly preparing to "test his skills" with the man and find out more about him.

"ah!"

"Hey! Brother, don't be angry!"

Just as the conflict was about to erupt, another person suddenly came out of the room. However, after Xu Changqing's introduction, Sheng Changquan knew that this person was not one of the thirteen people who came out of the Yongwang Mansion.

He had an ordinary appearance and a simple, honest demeanor. He was dressed in a plain gray-brown linen garment, and seemed to be a commoner who had always lived here. Sheng Changquan was sure that if this man were thrown into a crowd, no one would be able to find him.

After all, this person's face is so ordinary that it's really not noticeable at all.

Sheng Changquan knew perfectly well that this person must be a garrison sent here by the Prince of Yong's mansion.

"What, you want to stick your neck out?"

"Would you like to experience the power of my fist?"

Sheng Changquan held up his grimy fist, swaggering in front of the two men opposite him, looking ready to unleash a barrage of punches.

"Alright, the important thing is to focus on the big picture, don't bother with these hooligans!"

The latter grabbed the man in black in front of him, pressed down his clenched fist, and whispered a warning. At the same time, he smiled ingratiatingly and continued walking forward, getting closer to Sheng Changquan, and said ingratiatingly, "Brother, brother, don't be angry!"

"This man is my cousin from the countryside. He's not very knowledgeable. Please, brother, be magnanimous and forgive him this time!"

The newcomer skillfully took out a silver coin from his purse and quickly stuffed it into Sheng Changquan's hand, trying to appease him.

"Ha! You have excellent taste!"

Sheng Changquan had no intention of having any conflict with this group. His previous behavior was merely an attempt to dispel the suspicions of the people from the Prince of Yong's residence. Now, he naturally knew when to stop and stopped accepting the bribe.

"Fine, for your sake, I'll let him off this time!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Sheng Changquan's face.

Sure enough, Sheng Changquan's move interrupted what the man in black was about to say and finally dispelled his suspicions.

"Hey kid, what are you looking at?"

"Look again and you'll get your skin peeled!"

Even after receiving the money, Sheng Changquan continued to grumble and curse. The black-clad man's fierce gaze only fueled Sheng Changquan's dissatisfaction, causing him to deliberately act arrogantly and domineeringly.
"Yes Yes Yes!"

"Brother, you're right!"

"I'll take my cousin back right now! Take him back!"

The man in plain clothes was indeed worthy of being the person in charge sent out by the Prince of Yong's mansion to guard the area alone. His style of doing things was truly smooth and worldly, airtight. No matter how humiliating it was, he could still smile freely and remain expressionless.

(End of this chapter)