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Tan Wenjie opened his eyes, never expecting that he had actually fallen to the ground.

He was literally lying dead in the street.

A piece of information flooded my mind.

Name: Brother Jie.

Identity: A rich second-generation heir whose body has been ruined by gambling, drugs, and prostitution. On the surface, he is a decadent and dissolute scoundrel, but in reality, he is a revolutionary who wants to save the country.

He stood up and looked back, only to see two passersby clapping their hands and saying, "Alright, get lost!"

"Wait, aren't I a rich kid?" Tan Wenjie sat up. "How come I was suddenly kicked out?"

Does the world's will have some misunderstanding about the second generation of rich kids?

"You lost eight million at the casino, your house now belongs to our boss. Hurry up and get going, I have a party after get off work. I heard there are Japanese girls there, and they're wearing super short skirts!"

Tan Wenjie got up and dusted himself off; the situation was slightly more difficult than he had imagined.

He nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait, you forgot something." Passerby B, who had been silent until now, suddenly approached and whispered, "Beep beep, beep beep beep—"

Tan Wenjie picked at his ear: "Did you take the opportunity to insult me ​​just now?"

"Oh dear, time is of the essence now, beep beep beep—beep beep beep—!"

"Damn it, tell me or don't, it's up to you. If you don't tell me, I'm in a hurry to go somewhere else!"

"Beep—"

"If you keep swearing, do you believe I'll beat you up?"

Passerby B's face darkened: "Now you can take this opportunity to find your old cronies and sneak into the Japanese concession to provide us with intelligence."

Tan Wenjie picked his ear: "Wait, you're being too loud."

"What are you talking about?" asked Passerby A, puzzled.

“Don’t worry, he’s hard of hearing,” said Passerby B. “Act immediately, someone else will contact you.”

"Are you saying that I am actually a revolutionary?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"That's right, all the sacrifices you made were for today."

"Wait, let me sort this out." Tan Wenjie pointed to the mansion. "You mean, you're going to expose my rich kid status, pay me eight million, and then send me to work for the Japanese in a sorry state, so I can provide intelligence?"

"Yes."

What do I need to know?

"Anything is fine, whether I have it or not is fine, it depends on luck."

"Damn it! You guys are being way too hasty! Who took my house? Who confiscated my assets?"

“It’s Lu Xiaoqiao, the leader of the Axe Gang!” Passerby B said. “You lost a lot of his money at the casino, and then he ransacked your house.”

"It's that bastard!"

Passerby B urged, "Boss, you should hurry up and leave. I'm in a rush to get off work."

"Wait a minute, I'm looking for a good friend."

"Guan Gu Miracle, a top martial arts master who is obsessed with painting, is said to be very good at making people commit seppuku."

"Do you think a rich second-generation who only knows how to eat, drink, and enjoy life can get along with someone who is engaged in artistic creation?"

"I'm really running out of time, I have to go now. Oh, and remember to go to the Lihua Palace."

……

Shanghai, a city ablaze with neon lights.

Lihua Palace.

A figure suddenly rushed over, nearly colliding with Tan Wenjie, muttering, "So what if it's a high-end nightclub? They restrict entry to customers. Do they need to show credentials to go in and have fun?"

"Excuse me." The other person stopped in time, but their head was slightly tilted forward, making them feel top-heavy.

Tan Wenjie scrutinized the other person closely; he was dressed in a school uniform and had a sly smile on his face.

"Zeng Xiaoxian?"

"You've mistaken me for someone else," the other person said, squinting. "I'm actually Chen Zhen, ptooey, Zeng Xian'er!"

A steadfast warrior, the character description matches up.

"Do you know martial arts?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Hey buddy, who are you? How do you even know I know martial arts..." Zeng Xian'er's eyes widened suddenly. "Could you be—pickled vegetables?!"

"You don't recognize me?"

"Are you a celebrity? Why should I know you?"

It turns out that after entering this world, everyone is immersed in their roles and doesn't know each other.

That would be much more interesting.

It seems that this is what makes this world special.

"They should be quite famous, I suppose." Tan Wenjie straightened his collar and strode over.

And pass through the gate without any obstruction.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong with you?" Zeng Xian'er asked. "I want to go in too, can you help me out?"

"You pay for a ticket over there." Tan Wenjie pointed to the other side and showed off the fluorescent badge on the back of his hand. "Then he'll give you a stamp, and you can go through the gate."

"Holy crap!"

Zeng Xian'er's eyes widened.

He obediently bought a ticket and went inside. After discovering that Tan Wenjie seemed to be a regular customer, he followed him around eagerly.

"What are you doing following me?"

“Handsome, this is my first time here, hehehe.” Zeng Xian’er rubbed his hands together in a lewd manner. “I have no experience and want to learn from you.”

"Stop being so lewd and keep quiet."

The two went to the front row and found a seat.

"Water!" Tan Wenjie snapped his fingers.

Zeng Xian'er complained, "Is it a waiter?"

A glass of water was brought to the table.

Zeng Xian'er was shocked: "Wow, you can order like this?"

Tan Wenjie said, "Stop acting like you've never seen the world before. Drink whatever you want."

"Really? You're treating?"

"You can order anything you like here," Tan Wenjie nodded, "but you'll have to pay for it yourself."

"..."

Zeng Xian'er thought for a moment, and finally said, "Water!"

The cheapest thing here is probably water.

"What water? It's waiter." The waiter walked over with a look of disdain. "If you really don't understand English, just speak Chinese. I have the utmost contempt for people like you who pretend to know what you don't."

Zeng Xian'er: "I, I, he..."

He turned his head left and right, and finding no one to talk to, he finally said, "I'd like a glass of water. By the way, how much does water cost here?"

"free."

"Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, oh night Shanghai, night Shanghai, night Shanghai, night Shanghai, night Shanghai..."

A dancer appears on the stage.

"Hiccup~ Who's that on stage?" Zeng Xian'er was holding a cup in each hand, with a table full of water glasses in front of her. "Singing like this and not getting kicked off the stage? The audience's patience is too strong."

"Tang Xiaodie is a popular actress, singer, and television personality," Tan Wenjie said.

"You really know a lot about this."

"I'm a rich kid." "..."

That was a bit hurtful.

Zeng Xian'er complained: "Is this what you call popular?"

"Choose the tallest among the short ones, and the rest are mute."

"Can a mute person sing?!"

Just as the two were chatting, more people arrived.

"Clap clap clap clap!" The person clapped. "Bravo!"

"Who has such poor taste?" Zeng Xian'er complained.

The two turned their heads and saw a figure in a black suit striding towards them.

"It's him!"

"You recognize this one too?" Zeng Xian'er asked in surprise.

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Lu Xiaoqiao, the leader of the Axe Gang, runs casinos, sells opium, and commits all sorts of evil deeds, bullying men and women! If it weren't for him, I would still be a rich second-generation heir before today."

"Hiccup, wait a minute, aren't you a rich kid now?"

Lu Xiaoqiao had already walked over at this moment. When she saw Tan Wenjie, she laughed loudly: "Brother Jie, I didn't expect to see you here again. But after tonight, will you still have money to enjoy yourself? You lost eight million to me, and the gang's monthly revenue has increased. I have good news for you. I plan to take the Axe Gang public and make it bigger and stronger. You have contributed to this, but you don't have any shares or dividends."

"You lost to him in a bet, hiccup—, eight million?" Zeng Xian'er was still in shock.

"Then congratulations," Tan Wenjie said nonchalantly. "With my skills, I can easily make a living anywhere."

"Hmph, you'd better pray that a landlady takes a liking to you," Lu Xiaoqiao said. "But as far as I know, many landladys are old and faded, and they like to play with steel wool~ Hmm, why am I shivering?"

“Yes, you seemed to be recalling a terrible past just now,” Zeng Xian’er nodded.

"And who is this fellow?"

"My name is Zeng Xian'er." Zeng Xian'er flashed a bright and handsome smile, but was completely ignored.

Lu Xiaoqiao turned her head and said, "Send a flower basket to Miss Tang Xiaodie immediately."

Zeng Xian'er complained: "Seriously? She sang so badly and they still paid her?"

"What do you know? What if she keeps singing if we don't pay her?"

"That's true."

"Go tell Tang Xiaodie to extend her time tonight and have her come back with me for a late-night snack."

After instructing the waiter beside her, Lü Xiaoqiao turned around and said, "I also have an appointment with a good friend. You happen to know that person too. Would you like to meet her together?"

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Okay."

He got up and followed Lü Xiaoqiao to the second floor, and Zeng Xian'er immediately followed.

As I pushed open the door to the private room, I overheard a man with a heavy Japanese accent asking, "When are they arriving?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Fujita." Lü Xiaoqiao laughed loudly.

The other party also laughed: "Chief Lü."

"It's him!" Zeng Xian'er, who was following behind Tan Wenjie, changed her expression upon seeing the other person. "Fujita Kōmon, it was he who killed my master using despicable means!"

"Your master?"

"That's right, he was a great hero..."

“Brother Jie?” Fujita Kōmon also noticed Tan Wenjie. “Brother Jie, it’s been a long time.”

"Why are they all so respectful to you?" Zeng Xian'er asked, puzzled.

Tan Wenjie: "Because my name in this world is Brother Jie."

Even Tan Wenjie himself thought it was outrageous.

“Mr. Fujita, I met Brother Jie by chance downstairs,” Lu Xiaoqiao said. “He happens to be a friend of Mr. Guan Gu Qi Ji, so maybe he can help you solve your problem.”

"Help me?" Fujita Kōmon said. "Brother Jie, do you know how to get Guan Gu Qi Ji to work for me?"

"You two are both Japanese, and you're asking me?"

“But he’s focused on painting and martial arts and has no interest in promoting Japanese culture. I need a top expert to help me now.”

“Women,” Tan Wenjie said after a moment’s thought, “like… Tang Xiaodie.”

Lü Xiaoqiao narrowed her eyes: "Brother Jie, did you set me up?"

He had just seized all of Tang Xiaodie's assets, and yet Tang Xiaodie betrayed him, knowing full well that he had given Tang Xiaodie extra time tonight and gone out for a late-night snack together, and even recommended her to Fujita Kōmon.

"Hmm, as expected of Brother Jie!" Fujita Kōmon nodded in satisfaction. "How come I didn't think of such a brilliant way to win him over?"

Zeng Xian'er couldn't help but want to complain from the side: "Isn't it just a honey trap?"

That's so low-level, how can you call this amazing?
An hour later, Tan Wenjie left the Lihua Palace. Zeng Xian'er, who left with him, watched as Lü Xiaoqiao, laughing and talking, helped Fujita Gangmen into the car, and then waved goodbye from the roadside.

"I'm going to get my revenge," Zeng Xian'er said. "Brother Jie, wish me luck."

"They drove off, can you catch up?"

"...Oh yeah, then what should I do?"

"Go straight to the Japanese concession and storm their door."

"That's not a good idea. Although I'm very skilled in martial arts, I can't withstand bullets."

"There's nothing we can do about that." Tan Wenjie shook his head.

"Brother Jie, weren't you left homeless by Lü Xiaoqiao? Where are you going now?"

"Just find any rich woman to take me in."

"How is that possible!" Zeng Xian'er couldn't help but laugh. "Although I admit that you're only slightly less attractive than me, but... damn it!"

He was suddenly dumbfounded, because a rickshaw actually stopped, and a beautiful woman in a cheongsam got out and pulled Tan Wenjie away.

"No way, this works?!"

A cold wind blew by, and Zeng Xian'er rubbed her arms, feeling as if she were still homeless.

However, for the sake of justice in his heart, he was going to kill Fujita Kōmon. Although he didn't dare to directly storm into the Japanese concession, he could use his superb skills to scale the walls and sneak into the Fujita family home to quietly kill him.

He noticed that Fujita Kōmon had drunk a lot of alcohol tonight.

Then, unsurprisingly, Zeng Xian'er was arrested when she crossed the Japanese concession.

……

On the rickshaw.

"We meet again, Brother Jie." Qin Xiaomo linked arms with Tan Wenjie, her voice affected and cringe-worthy.

"Where has Miss Qin been working lately?" Tan Wenjie sensed the murderous intent in the other person's tone.

"You promised to buy me a diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg, but you just ditched me after taking me to the store!" Qin Xiaomo gritted her teeth. "And you said you'd give me an apartment, but you only gave me the down payment! Do you know how much pressure I'm under to pay the mortgage every month? My skin is sallow, and I have wrinkles around my eyes. What am I supposed to do?"

“I’ve already lost all my assets to Lü Xiaoqiao, so I can’t help you anymore.”

"You scumbag!" Qin Xiaomo gritted her teeth. "If you can't help me with my financial burden, I'll rape you?"

"Um?!"

"I mean, I'll sell you to Mauritius to work in the mines."

“Wait, I have a way to help you pay off your loan,” Tan Wenjie said promptly. “I remember you got the loan through Lü Xiaoqiao; his Axe Gang also has a microloan business.”

"No wonder you made me open my mouth, blink, and shake my head that day!" Qin Xiaomo pretended to cry.

“If we take care of Lü Xiaoqiao, the Axe Gang will be finished, and we won’t have to pay back the money.” Tan Wenjie gestured with his neck. “We’ll solve the problem at its root and eliminate any future troubles.”

"Great! Great!" Qin Xiaomo clapped her hands excitedly. "I've found out, he also has shares in that jewelry store. Let's rob him together!"

“This is illegal, it’s not a good idea,” Tan Wenjie hesitated.

Qin Xiaomo immediately made the decision, saying, "Then let's wear masks. Do you prefer the stockings I've worn or the ones I haven't?"

Tan Wenjie hesitated for a second and said, "They've been worn, right? It's too wasteful to use new stockings."

In just a few words, they had already devised a plan to eliminate Lü Xiaoqiao, save their own wallets, and incidentally take down this traitor—killing multiple birds with one stone. (End of Chapter)