Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

Zhu Huan got off the motorcycle.

Head down, I walked through the crowd.

They arrived at the first card table.

"Third Brother!"

He greeted someone with a smile.

He bent very low, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

Unlike the other people here.

This person is of average build and is in his early twenties.

She was wearing a black jacket and her hair was neatly combed.

His skin was very fair, his fingers were long and slender, and his nails were neatly trimmed; he didn't look like someone who would hang out in this kind of place at all.

He resembles a clean-cut and efficient professional.

He was looking down at the cards, holding a mahjong tile in his hand.

Upon hearing the sound, she slowly raised her head.

He nodded, his voice neither warm nor cold:

"Hey, Old Zhu, what happened? Why are you on the run?"

Zhu Huan walked up to him.

He took two packs of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed them over with both hands:

"Hey, something came up at home. I'm going away for a couple of days to avoid trouble. I'll come back when things calm down."

Third Brother looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds, as if scrutinizing something.

He didn't take the cigarette, but just looked at Zhu Huan.

Zhu Huan understood what he meant, so he quickly took out a stack of money wrapped in newspaper from his bag and handed it over with both hands.

The newspaper was wrapped tightly and tied with rubber bands several times.

"Third Brother, here's 110,000. The extra 10,000 is for the brothers' cigarette money!"

Zhu Huan's voice carried a hint of flattery and ingratiation.

Third Brother nodded, reached out and took the money, weighing it in his hand.

The bag of money was heavy, pressing down in my palm; it felt substantial.

"Okay, I'll take it."

He casually placed the money on the table.

"By the way, where do you want to go? Domestically or internationally?"

"It's best... to stay in China. I'm completely unfamiliar with the place abroad..."

Zhu Huan rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat nervous.

"Okay, go and rest. I'll send it out for you first thing tomorrow morning."

Third Brother waved his hand.

"Yes, thank you, Third Brother!"

Zhu Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

This third brother.

It has a good reputation.

What I promise, I will definitely do.

Since he said he'd see me off tomorrow, then it's pretty much a done deal!

He nodded repeatedly and bowed again.

Then he went to rest with his underlings.

After he left.

Third Brother waved.

He summoned one of his subordinates who was standing nearby.

"Ma Zi, go investigate this Zhu Huan and find out what he did wrong."

Third Brother's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Alright!"

Ma Zi nodded, then led a few of his underlings and left, disappearing into the night.

"Third Brother, this old bastard is trying to run away; he clearly has more money on him than he has. Maybe...?"

Another underling at the card table spoke up.

His voice carried a hint of greed, his eyes fixed on the bag of money.

Third Brother glanced at him and grinned.

The smile was faint.

The younger brother chuckled, assuming that his suggestion had been accepted.

"When...when did it become your turn to speak?"

Third Brother's face darkened.

"Third Brother, I was wrong!"

The younger brother shuddered and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The sound was loud and still clear in the noisy square.

His lips soon became red and swollen.

But he didn't dare stop and slapped the fan twice more until his third brother raised his hand to stop him.

The underlings nearby were all used to it and acted as if they hadn't seen anything, continuing to play cards, drink, and chat.

They've seen this kind of thing many times before.

But there are always fools who never learn.

"I'll say it one last time: credibility! Did you all hear me?"

Third Brother's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the square could hear it.

"I heard you!"

A group of underlings shouted in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized.

It was past 11 p.m.

Inside a house in the village, Third Brother was leaning against the bed, reading a book.

It was a very thick book.

The cover is yellowed and the corners are worn, indicating that it has been flipped through many times.

He read very carefully, his brows slightly furrowed, and occasionally he would draw a few lines on the book with his pen.

The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock.

suddenly.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

He closed the book and opened the door.

It's my little brother, Pockmarked.

"Third Brother, the matter has been investigated and clarified."

Ma Zi stood at the door, panting heavily.

"Sit down and talk."

Third Brother turned around and went back into the house, pouring him a glass of water.

After taking a sip of water and pausing for a moment, Ma Zi continued:

"That old bastard, he was in jail a few days ago and just got out today. I don't know why he beat up his wife!"

"Hitting your wife?"

Third Brother frowned.

While this is unethical, it doesn't justify running away.

"It's not just that."

Ma Zi shook his head.

"I heard he even tied his daughter up in the house and turned on the gas. If it weren't for the neighbors rescuing her, she probably would have..."

He clicked his tongue, his face full of disgust:

"That old bastard, I didn't realize he was so ruthless!"

Third Brother frowned and thought for a while:

"His wife now?"

"He's being treated at the hospital, still in the ICU, and his chances of survival are slim."

Ma Zi shook his head and sighed.

Third Brother nodded, his mind wandering.

He put his hands together, his thumbs constantly crossing.

"Is his daughter alright?"

"Yes, there's no danger to his life. It's just some superficial injuries. Although he was frightened, he's fine."

Ma Zi nodded.

Third Brother remained silent for a long time.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the wall clock.

"Send him to the worst place."

He finally spoke, his voice deep: "Then tell him to raise it to two hundred thousand."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zi paused for a moment:

"Third Brother, didn't you always talk about your reputation..."

"One hundred thousand is what we deserve."

Third Brother interrupted him.

"We'll find an opportunity to give the extra 100,000 to her daughter later."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zi's eyes lit up:

"Alright, Third Brother! You're the most righteous one!"

He took a sip of water, wiped his mouth, and continued:

"If you ask me, we should just kill this kid! That old bastard, he has no morals, he lays his hands on his own wife and daughter, he deserves to die!"

Third Brother thought about it for a moment.

He shook his head:

"Don't get too involved."

His voice was calm.

But Ma Zi had followed him for so long that she knew this was an unquestionable tone.

He nodded and didn't say anything more.

Just as I got up to leave, my hand was already on the doorknob when I suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Oh, right, Third Brother, I just remembered something."

"Um?"

"It seems Wang Tianhu is also investigating Zhu Huan!"

Ma Zi had just remembered this matter when he heard the news on the road, and almost forgot about it.

Wang Tianhu's men were making inquiries about Zhu Huan's whereabouts everywhere, causing quite a stir. Some of them also heard about it.

"Wang Tianhu?"

Third Brother was stunned for a moment.

This was somewhat unexpected.

Wang Tianhu was also a prominent figure in Jiangzhou.

He has hundreds of men under his command and dozens of venues.

It has a solid foundation.

Why would he be interested in Zhu Huan, such an insignificant nobody?