The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 27 Induction
Fu Juemin was still thinking about what had just happened.

What surprised him was not that he happened to run into Xu Leyi here, but that he saw Xu Leyi with foreigners.

If Fu Juemin remembered correctly, the foreigner who was with Xu Leyi was the same foreign merchant, Vilido, who had come to the Fu family two months earlier, wanting to rent a merchant ship from Fu Guosheng to transport goods.

"After being rejected by the Fu family, did you eventually turn to the Xu family?"

On the table in front of him were plates of exquisitely crafted snacks to accompany the tea. Fu Juemin casually picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, thinking as he ate.

In business, the Xu family has always followed the lead of the Fu family. Generally, the Xu family would not and dare not touch any business that the Fu family was unwilling to do.

This is the foundation for maintaining the long-standing friendly relationship between the Fu and Xu families.

But right now, Xu Leyi is taking the initiative to contact the foreign businessmen who were rejected by the Fu family.
"Was it Xu Leyi's own insensible behavior, or..."

Fu Juemin twirled the pastry powder between his fingers, his eyes flashing slightly: "Xu Shirong's meaning."

Fu Juemin didn't understand business matters.

But since he's witnessed this, he should still bring it up with Fu Guosheng.

Moreover, Xu Leyi had just made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, after all, he was her fiancé.

If you see someone on the street, don't you even say hello?
Fu Juemin sipped his tea while waiting for the end of the Shenggong Girls' School. He had initially felt that it was somewhat shameful to rush into flirting with another girl since he was engaged, but now he felt no more burdened and even hoped that Xu Leyi would see it.

Fu Juemin kept staring at the restaurant across the street, but after waiting for a long time, Xu Leyi and the foreigner did not come out.

Looking at the time, it seemed about time, so I decided not to wait any longer and prepared to get up and head to Shenggong.

Let's pick up Zhou Yunzhi and have lunch together. We'll choose the place across the street.

Just as Fu Juemin was about to call someone in to settle the bill, a sudden, inexplicable flutter of emotion crossed his mind.

A jumble of chaotic and obscure memories suddenly surfaced in my mind, accompanied by a strange and extremely strong longing.

"call--"

Fu Juemin took deep breaths.

He realized that this was the Black Scale Serpent Demon's memories replaying.

He subconsciously looked down and, through the window, immediately saw a tall, thin man in gray clothes walking by on the street.

A primal desire, seemingly emanating from the depths of his blood, made his gaze fixated on the man's back.

Without much thought, Fu Juemin suddenly rushed out of the small, private room.

Qian Fei and Ma Daikui, who were sitting at the door, immediately stood up. "Young Master, have you left?"

Fu Juemin ignored the two men and walked expressionlessly down to the second floor of the teahouse.

When he got to the street, he looked around and found that the tall, thin man he had just seen was nowhere to be found.

Qian Fei and his companion came running out, panting. They casually tossed two silver dollars to the waiter chasing after them and asked him anxiously.

"Master, what happened?"

Fu Juemin calmed his inner turmoil. The inexplicable surge of emotion he had just felt came and went quickly, disappearing like the receding tide as the tall, thin man vanished.

He shook his head, offering no explanation, and instead instructed Qian Fei and the other man: "Find someone for me. They should be nearby; they haven't gone far."

Fu Juemin briefly described the appearance of the tall, thin man he had just seen and urged, "Hurry up."

"Yes."

Qian Fei and his companion were puzzled as they were enjoying their tea when they suddenly had to start looking for someone, especially someone whose face they hadn't even seen clearly.

But seeing Fu Juemin's serious expression, they dared not object and quickly left, one on each side.

After giving instructions to Qian Fei and the other man, Fu Juemin didn't rest either. Relying on the lingering strange feeling in his heart, he slowly walked in one direction. "It should be related to evil spirits and demons."

Fu Juemin frowned, recalling the thrill he had just felt, and came to a conclusion.

The fact that the black-scaled serpent demon soul seed he absorbed could cause such a disturbance strongly suggests that it was likely another demon of the same kind.

Fu Juemin suddenly remembered the nightmare he had a few days ago.

In his dream, he saw the water demon that had caused so much panic at the dock. Perhaps it wasn't just a dream, but some kind of connection between demons and monsters.

As Fu Juemin pondered, he unknowingly walked out of Xinjiekou and arrived at a quiet street.

Not far away, there was a pan-fried dumpling shop, and its aroma wafted out. Next to it was a stamp shop.

Fu Juemin thought for a moment, then slowly walked over.

Inside the pan-fried dumpling shop, a kind-looking middle-aged man wearing an apron was busy at work. Seeing Fu Juemin dressed up, he hurriedly and respectfully came over to greet him.

What would you like to order?

"Give me a box of pan-fried buns."

"okay."

The shop owner quickly packed seven or eight pan-fried buns into an oil paper bag and handed it to Fu Juemin, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."

Fu Juemin didn't answer, but instead asked, "Did you see anyone pass by here just now?"

The shop owner shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Look at me, I'm running this little shop all by myself. I can barely keep track of everything, let alone have time to look out at the street."

Fu Juemin didn't say anything, took out a silver dollar and handed it over. The shop owner hurriedly bent down and rummaged through his drawers to find him change.

Fu Juemin originally intended to leave directly, but then he saw several five- or six-year-old naked children not far from the door. So he picked up the pan-fried buns he had just bought, went over, and asked the same question again.

"I saw it."

A little kid with two yellow dribbles under his nose chewed on a pan-fried dumpling and said, "Do you have a mole this big on your face?"

Fu Juemin's expression shifted, and he quickly asked, "Which way did he go?"

The child pointed to an alleyway to the side, "There! I think he went in."

Fu Juemin patted the child's head, stood up and shouted to the owner of the pan-fried dumpling shop, "Don't bother looking anymore, leave the rest for them to buy food."

After saying that, he ignored the shop owner's greeting and quickly walked into the alley next to him.

The buildings in this area all look quite old.

The gray walls on both sides are towering, and the bluestone path underfoot is covered with moss. A faint smell of soap shavings drifts from afar, perhaps someone is washing clothes.

Fu Juemin walked forward for a while and then immediately came to a fork in the road.

Standing at the fork in the road and looking to both sides, the alleys behind are winding and twisting, and heaven knows which road is which.

The thought of retreating immediately arose in his mind.

It's related to demons and evil spirits. He's all alone, and in a place like this. Even if he does find someone, it might not be a good thing.

Fu Juemin secretly memorized the location of this place and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, he heard a strange, noisy sound coming from the entrance of an alley.

Fu Juemin stared at the location from which the sound came, his eyes flashing.

After a few breaths, he pulled out the revolver from his waist, put his hand down, and slowly walked over.

(End of this chapter)