All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 166 Tianjin
Jinmen.

"Excuse me!"

"The Tai Sui of Langshan rides alone, burning the green gauze and incinerating the blue ghost!"

"The Tai Sui is causing trouble in the Bohai Sea! Japanese pirates are sinking their ships!"

On a bustling street, a neatly dressed newsboy carries a thick stack of newspapers, waving the unfolded news in his hand, his voice crisp and clear.

"Sir, would you like one?"

"The Japanese pirates were all wiped out by the Boxers!"

If a passerby looked over, the newsboy would immediately seize the opportunity, cling to them, and begin his sales pitch.

"Nonsense, how could that be!"

"Hey, don't you believe me? Look! This picture, this picture shows the great general of that Japanese pirate! His head was chopped off by the Grand Duke Jupiter!"

"Huh? I see—"

The passerby's eyes widened, and he immediately reached out to take it. But the newsboy was quick-witted and immediately pulled it back, smiling as he held out his hand: "Sir! Don't snatch it, you can buy it and read it at your leisure."

"Okay, how much?"

"One copper coin!"

"Wow, so cheap? Here you go!"

Passersby were astonished. Some official newspapers cost 10 copper coins, and even tabloids with erotic content cost three or four copper coins! This "Jinmen Xinbao" looked no worse than the official newspapers, yet its price seemed to be free!

"Here you go~"

The newsboy took the money and immediately moved on to his next target.

At that moment, not far away, Dai Yue, dressed in a white suit, was sitting at a steaming bun stall.

The architecture here is very distinctive, with small Western-style buildings rising up in the concessions not far away, each bearing the flags of various countries.

This side, however, is a cluster of low-rise courtyard houses.

The ragged commoners and the glamorous foreign ladies formed a stark contrast.

"Have some."

Beside the steamed bun stall, a Westerner in a suit sitting on a rickshaw spoke Chinese and raised his hand.

The newsboy immediately went over and bowed as he handed over a newspaper.

"How many?"

"20 yuan!"

wow-

The foreigner tossed down a handful of copper coins, and the rickshaw driver immediately started pulling the rickshaw towards the concession.

The newsboy looked smugly at the copper coin in his hand; it was so easy to swindle money from those foreign devils.

Come and see!

"The Grand Duke Jupiter wreaked havoc in the Bohai Sea! The fleets of the great powers fled in disarray! He sank a hundred ironclad warships in one fell swoop!"

The newsboy's ramblings attracted quite a few people to buy newspapers. He was overjoyed to receive the copper coins.

As Dai Yue heard the name "Grand Duke Jupiter," he kept glancing at the newsboy.

"Here we go!"

At that moment, the owner of the steamed bun stall brought out four steamed buns and a bowl of soup.

Dai Yue nodded and took out six copper coins from his pocket.

But as he put the money down, he looked back at the newsboy, took back two copper coins, and said, "Old man, I'll eat two first."

"Huh? It's done!"

The old man tightened his apron, paused for a moment, then quickly took the two steamed buns, pocketed the money, and went back.

"Hey, bring me a newspaper."

Dai Yue called out to the newsboy, and the little guy immediately walked over quickly, looked Dai Yue up and down, and said, "Sir, would you like one?"

"Ah."

"Alright, please have a seat!"

A newspaper was placed on Dai Yue's desk, and then the newsboy turned to leave.

"Hey!"

Dai Yue spread his hands and took out a copper coin, saying, "Money."

"no need."

The newsboy waved his hand, grinned, and said, "Master, are you a martial arts practitioner from out of town?"

"Ok?"

The newsboy chuckled and said, "I used to go to a martial arts school to learn, but then someone in my family died, so I started selling things and never went back. Back then, my master taught me martial arts for nothing because I had no money!"

He pointed to Dai Yue's hands and feet and said, "Your steps and the calluses on your hands are more numerous than my master's!"

"Things are expensive in Tianjin, so please be careful, Master."

"Save your strength to kill those Japanese devils!"

The newsboy waved his hand, clenched his fist, gave himself a thumbs-up, and said, "Watch me trick those Japanese devils again!"

Da da da!
The newsboy trotted away, disappearing into the crowd.

Dai Yue paused for a moment, then smiled, picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and started reading the newspaper.

"The Grand Duke Jupiter wreaks havoc in the sea, and the Japanese pirates are annihilated!"

The main title on the first page is this article, which describes how the Tai Sui of Renzi Altar led his men to cause havoc in the Bohai Sea and beheaded a Japanese naval admiral!
In the middle, there was also a picture of the Japanese pirate's head.

The article describes how the Tai Sui sank warships and wreaked havoc in all directions; it reads more like a fictional story than a news report.

Then, the next page contained reports about the Battle of Langshan, and it was "Grand Duke Jupiter" again!
A lone rider on horseback, traveling a thousand miles alone, wielding his sword to cut through the green gauze!
This one, however, has the involvement and corroboration of the imperial army, making it much more realistic than the one about the sea raid. But the one about the sea raid also has the head of that Japanese pirate general, and it's said that the general's head will soon be presented to the Zhili government!
Is that really... the case?

Dai Yue's eyes trembled. That man actually possessed such abilities?!
……

at the same time.

In a small building in the nearby concession, delicate tea and pastries were laid out on a mahogany table. Steaming hot black tea and cakes topped with sweet cream were arranged on white porcelain plates.

A young man in a yellow jacket was eating, reading the *Tianjin Daily*. Behind him, two people were serving him: a white-faced, beardless old man and a burly man who was at least 2 meters tall! His muscles were so bulging they seemed inhuman!
The man was like an iron tower, his stature incredibly robust and strong. He wore wide silk armor, with white plates sewn onto the silk satin.

They are clearly from the Plain White Banner.

"Hmm, could there be such a figure among these commoners of the Boxer Rebellion?"

"Mr. Huang, what do you think?"

The old man standing next to him lowered his head and smiled, "Your Majesty, although I didn't see it, I understand that no matter what the Boxers do, they are no match for us."

"Prince Zai used them merely as pawns, just to play along with the foreigners for a few moves."

"Even those top figures in the main altar are just using their spiritual bodies to show off their power."

"In front of our Eight Banners shamans, they are all as fragile as chicks."

"Oh, that makes sense."

The young man glanced at the man behind him and laughed, "Nan Lin, since you became a shaman, how many spirits have you sacrificed to?"

"Reporting to Master, five tigers have been sacrificed."

"The power of the Five Tigers, not bad at all."

The boy twitched his slightly furry ears and said, "After we finish eating, we'll go find that big stick-wielding guy from the Tianjin martial arts world."

"The game of the Boxer Rebellion is already halfway through. It's time for the Prince to make his move."

……

Under the street awning.

After finishing breakfast, Dai Yue stood up and headed towards Lingdang Hutong, which he had inquired about.

This street, adjacent to the concession, was considered relatively prosperous.

But ragged people were everywhere, and several teenage girls with straw stuck in their hair knelt numbly on the ground. An old man covered in mud laid out some vegetables, his eyes fixed on every passerby.

Some constables pushed a group of people, who were in shackles, toward the city gate.

Someone was pushing a cart, and the person on it was either dead or alive, surrounded by buzzing flies.

One of the drivers was sweating profusely, while in the back of the cart, a foreign woman in a white dress, wearing a pure white top hat and lace gloves, used the shoulder of the man next to her to shield herself from the sun.

"Please have mercy... I'm hungry..."

On the street corner, a ragged beggar lay out a broken bowl, begging for alms. Meanwhile, wealthy gentlemen rode in sedan chairs, weaving through the alleyways.

Dai Yue had long been used to seeing this.

He soon arrived at a wide alleyway, which was Lingdang Hutong.

Many people were weaving through the crowd. Someone squeezed through, clutching a newspaper, and called out to those nearby, "Hurry! Don't sell them in Tianjin!"

"Young Master Li said! Find a storyteller in the capital, set up a stage and sing about the Grand Duke for a day, and he'll give you one silver dollar!"

"Let's go!"

"Wait a minute, go get a few more! Newspapers are free for us experts. They only sell for 1 copper coin in Tianjin, but 3 copper coins in Beijing! Getting more is still a profit!"

"Foolish! How much do you think you need to sell it for to get a silver dollar?"

"Let's find a storyteller!"

Just then, someone on a rickshaw stopped nearby and sneered, "The storytellers all went to the capital yesterday!"

"Now, those with connections all go to those octagonal drummers and joke tellers under the bridge! These storytellers are passable, and Young Master Li pays them anyway!"

"Yes! Thanks for the pointer, brother!"

"But, brother!"

The man patted the blue donkey carrying newspapers on its back and said, "Don't ride a rickshaw to Beijing. The Boxers there are ruthless. If you go like that, you'll probably be mistaken for a traitor and killed!"

"Hey, I've already prepared the horses!"

……

In a short while, a dozen or twenty people rushed out of the small alley with a large number of newspapers, each with a ruddy complexion!

"you are?"

As Dai Yue approached the courtyard, a young man in a white robe, with a clean-cut appearance, walked out of the courtyard.

He sized up Dai Yue's appearance, his eyes flickering slightly, and said, "You're not here to carry newspapers, are you?"

"I'm looking for Paper Figure Li."

The young man smiled and said, "That's me."

Dai Yue nodded, took out the English book from his pocket, and said, "I hope you can translate and publish this book. The Grand Duke sent me to find you, saying you can."

"Oh?"

After taking the book, Paper Man Li glanced at it and his face lit up with excitement. He said, "Great book! Is the friend who took the book here?"

"died."

After saying those two words, the paper figure Li paused and said, "Thank you."

"Ah."

Dai Yue turned to leave.

"and many more."

Paper Man Li sized him up and said, "A friend of the Grand Duke Jupiter?"

"see once."

"Well."

Paper Man Li glanced at him, then tossed a bunch of keys from his pocket.

"Give!"

Snapped!
Dai Yue took it and saw the paper figure Li Qingxiao cupping his hands, saying, "Since the Grand Duke asked you to find me, you must be a friend. Since you've just arrived in Tianjin, I have an empty courtyard here, the third room in Dongpingkou Hutong. Please stay here for now."

"Return it to me when you have a better place to live."

Dai Yue wanted to refuse, but as he swayed, the two copper coins in his pocket jingled.

He hesitated slightly, but still managed to utter two words: "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)