My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Su Yun sneered, withdrew his hand slightly, and put the gold coins back into the bag: "Eighty."

The red-haired man's pupils dilated, and his voice began to tremble.

"You...you're asking me to compromise my principles for money, which is tantamount to asking me to die!"

Su Yun took back a few more: "Fifty."

Red Hair, his voice trembling with tears, reached out as if to grab something but hesitated, his loafers shuffling nervously on the ground.

"How am I going to face my friends from the 'Funeral Love Family' in the future?"

Su Yun continued collecting: "Twenty."

Red Hair completely broke down, lunging forward to grab Su Yun's wrist tightly, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"That's enough, boss!! Stop using this as an excuse to keep deducting money!"

Su Yun stopped what she was doing and looked down at him.

Red Hair stared longingly at the bag of money, looking as aggrieved as a two-hundred-pound child, his snot almost dripping from his nose.

"You just said you'd give me a hundred..."

Su Yun's lips curled into a smile as she looked at the red-haired man's bitter face with amusement.

"What? A hundred gold soul coins aren't enough to make a living?"

Su Yun slowly and deliberately swung the money bag by the rope in front of Hong Mao.

wow-

wow-

The crisp, melodious clinking of gold coins echoed through the quiet alley.

It was like a demon whispering in my ear.

Red Hair's gaze involuntarily followed the heavy bag as it swayed from side to side.

Su Yun brought the money pouch closer, her voice carrying a hint of seduction.

"Do you want it? Just say so."

Red Hair bit his lip hard, his hands gripping the seams of his pants tightly, trying to hold onto his last line of defense:

"I, Red Hair... am not that kind of person..."

Glug glug—!!!

A protest even louder than before erupted from his stomach, followed by groans from the bellies of his three henchmen behind him.

Su Yun smiled and shook the money pouch again.

The sound of gold coins clinking together is simply the most beautiful melody in the world.

"You really don't want it? Never mind, I'll go find someone else. After all, how many loaves of bread can you buy with 100 gold soul coins? Enough to fill this alley."

As he spoke, Su Yun made a gesture as if to take back the money pouch.

Red Hair's body reacted faster than his brain, and he suddenly took a step forward.

"want to……"

Su Yun paused, tilted her ear, and pretended not to have heard clearly.

"What? Speak louder! Where did that indomitable spirit go?"

Red Hair trembled all over, his face flushed red, as shame and appetite fought fiercely in his mind.

Finally, he closed his eyes and roared in despair.

"want to!"

Su Yun pressed closer, her voice growing ever softer.

"What do you want?"

Red Hair suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at the bag, even starting to fantasize about the food he could get for that bag of gold soul coins:

"I want gold soul coins..."

"Whose Soul Coins do you want?"

Su Yun asked very patiently.

"Godfather!! I want your Godfather's Gold Soul Coins!!"

Red Hair finally broke down, throwing his last bit of composure to the winds.

He shouted it out, his voice trembling with tears.

"Godfather! Please! Please give me the Gold Soul Coins!!"

Su Yun nodded in satisfaction, her smile deepening.

"That's right. People need to eat to survive, so why pretend to be a tough guy?"

Su Yun casually tossed the heavy money bag, which traced a beautiful parabola in the air.

Red Hair practically pounced on the money bag and caught it as if it were his lifeblood.

Feeling the heavy weight in his hand, the real tactile sensation instantly shattered all his psychological defenses.

Pfft!

Red Hair knelt down on both knees, his movement so swift and decisive that the ground trembled.

Upon seeing this, the three henchmen behind him also knelt down in unison.

Red Hair held the money bag, looked up at Su Yun, and his eyes no longer held the arrogance from before, but instead showed the piety of seeing his second parents.

He gathered his strength in his dantian and shouted out that heartfelt vow:

"Godfather!!!"

His three henchmen followed closely behind, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Godfather! From now on, we will all obey you, Godfather!!"

The shouts still echoed in the alley, but Red Hair had already nimbly gotten up from the ground.

Red Hair gripped his money pouch tightly, waved his hand, and shouted to his three henchmen:

"Brothers! Let's get to work! Clear out Wang Ermazi's bakery! And buy two buckets of hot milk from Aunt Li! Quickly!"

"Yes, brother!"

Four colorful figures floated by like a rainbow, and just a few minutes later they came running back carrying a mountain of bread and two large buckets of hot milk.

But instead of eating first, they rushed straight into the shadows at the deepest part of the alley.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, put his hands in his pockets, and followed at a leisurely pace.

Passing through the pile of messy, discarded wooden crates, the scene before him made Su Yun stop in his tracks.

At the end of the alley, a dozen or so ragged children were huddled together.

Some of them had dirty faces, and some even had snot hanging from their noses; they were clearly homeless orphans from the neighborhood.

When they saw Red Hair and his friends return, the children's eyes lit up instantly, and they swarmed around them like a flock of sparrows waiting to be fed.

"Uncle Red! Brother Green!"

"Wow! It's bread! It smells so good!"

The red-haired man had completely changed from his previous subservient and servile demeanor in front of Su Yun. Now, although he still sported that flamboyant red hair, his eyes were unusually gentle.

He was stuffing bread into the children's hands while trying to maintain his authority as the eldest brother:

"Eat slowly! Don't grab it! I'll spank anyone who tries! There's enough for everyone!"

"Little Fatty, here's your milk! Be careful, it's hot! This is from your godfather... cough, this is a gift from a really kind person I met today, remember this!"

Red Hair swallowed hard, but insisted on handing the biggest loaf of bread to a little girl with a broken leg.

It turned out to be the case.

Four level 20+ Soul Masters, placed in a remote town like Notting City, even if they did nothing, just by collecting the Soul Master subsidy of ten gold soul coins per month from the Spirit Hall, these four people would have a total of forty gold soul coins, enough for an ordinary family of three to live a wealthy life for several years.

The problem is that being a Soul Master is a bottomless pit of money.

For those of average talent, maintaining their soul power cultivation usually requires supplementary medicine and meat.

They often get bumps and bruises, and need expensive medicinal herbs to heal them.

Not to mention, they were also dragging a group of gold-devouring beasts behind them.

Those dozens of hungry little mouths cost a fortune every day just for food and drink.

When the seasons change, we need to buy clothes for the children; when they get sick, we need to call a doctor; and for the slightly older children, we need to pool our money to send them to school and to train their martial spirits, which costs a lot of money...

They filled every last bit of food they had saved in their mouths without reservation.

Just as Su Yun was leaning against the wall quietly watching, a sharp-eyed little boy spotted him.

The little boy was wearing a slightly oversized old shirt. He wasn't thin; he had chubby cheeks and was clearly well-fed.

He clutched the half-bread that Red Hair had just given him tightly in his hand, and there was still a ring of white milk stains on the corner of his mouth.

The little boy's eyes changed instantly when he saw the young master with sunglasses and a powerful aura staring at the red-haired man.

That was fear.

To children of this age, these doll-like aristocratic young masters often represent power and influence.

He thought Su Yun was sent by his family to collect debts.

The little boy dropped his beloved bread and stumbled over to Su Yun.

He could only humbly reach out his small hand and timidly tug at Su Yun's clothes.

"Young master... please..."

The little boy looked at this peer who wasn't much taller than him but seemed to live in another world, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Please, please don't let them take Uncle Hong away... please don't beat Uncle Hong..."

The red-haired man, who was distributing the milk, was startled and almost dropped the spoon in his hand.

"Oh my little darling! Let go! Don't get Yi dirty... don't get the young master's clothes dirty!"

He was about to rush over and take the child away when he saw the little boy clinging tightly to Su Yun, tears streaming down his face.

"Uncle Hong never robs... really... all that money was borrowed... he'll pay it all back with interest..."

"Young master, I can work, I can shine shoes... We will definitely pay back the money Uncle Hong owes your family, with interest..."

"Please, don't take him away, Uncle Hong is a good man..."

The alleyway fell silent instantly.

Red Hair stood frozen in place, his face instantly turning red. Shame, embarrassment, and a hint of shame at being exposed welled up inside him.

"Um...Young Master Yi, the child doesn't know any better, please don't..."

Su Yun looked down and through her sunglasses at the little boy who was still trembling and pleading.

He didn't mind the oil stains on the boy's face, but instead reached out his fair hand and gently wiped the milk stains from the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Don't cry."

Su Yun's voice carried an unusual gentleness:

"I'm not here to arrest him. On the contrary, I'm here to ask Uncle Hong to help me with something important."

After saying that, he took out a small bag of gold coins from his pocket, stuffed it into the little boy's patched pocket, and then looked at the red-haired boy.

Su Yun looked at the group of healthy children who had stopped crying and were now smiling.

Then he looked at the four gaunt Great Soul Masters.

Su Yun stepped forward and gently patted the red-haired man.

"Well done."

Red Hair looked at Su Yun, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

For so many years, everyone has regarded them as idle hooligans and social scum. No one has ever seen through that "emo" disguise to see the pitiful self-esteem they desperately tried to protect.

Today, it was a child who saw through all of this.

He sniffed, abruptly turned his head, wiped his eyes hard with the back of his hand as if to cover his embarrassment, and then shouted to his brothers behind him:

"What are you all standing there for! Didn't you hear what your godfather said?! Eat up! Wash your faces after you're done! Tomorrow we're going to do something big with our godfather!"

"Yes! Big brother! Yes! Godfather!"

Watching this group of spirited young men munching on bread while shedding tears, Su Yun put his sunglasses back on, concealing the smile in his eyes.