He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Changsheng Casino

Xiao Wu and the others were working in the lobby.

Qin Chuan scanned the hall but did not see Zhao Fuquan.

That saves trouble.

Qin Chuan walked through the front hall with practiced ease, turned into the narrow corridor, and headed straight for the accounting room.

When I got to the door, I glanced at it.

Zhao Fuquan was still not there. After pushing the door open and entering, he closed it halfway, leaving a crack.

It can block the view from outside while still allowing you to hear what's happening in the corridor.

The account book was still lying open on the table; it seemed Zhao Fuquan was truly unguarded about it.

I don't know if he's just carefree or genuinely doesn't care.

Qin Chuan walked over quickly, sat down, flipped the ledger to the place he had seen last time, and continued reading.

His gaze wandered among the dense numbers, looking at the accounts and loan records.

At the same time, he took out a charcoal pencil and some scrap paper and silently wrote down the data.

Qin Chuan didn't believe Zhao Fuquan hadn't tampered with the accounts, just like a cook claiming he'd never stolen food from the kitchen.

It's about the quantity of the result, not whether or not it was eaten.

After Qin Chuan's [Scholar] profession was upgraded to level 2, his thinking ability and memory also improved significantly.

The ledger meticulously records every single inflow and outflow, every debit and credit entry.

At first glance, it seemed well-organized and logical, but Qin Chuan sensed something was amiss.

After some time,

Qin Chuan's ears suddenly twitched.

Footsteps could be heard in the corridor, approaching from afar.

Qin Chuan remained calm.

He closed the ledger, put it back in its place, tidied his things, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door.

When the door was pushed open, Zhao Fuquan's face was revealed.

The two met face to face, and Zhao Fuquan was clearly taken aback, seemingly not expecting anyone to be in the accounting office.

"Manager Zhao," Qin Chuan spoke first.

"What are you doing in this room?" Zhao Fuquan glanced at Qin Chuan, his words carrying a questioning tone.

"Oh, I just came to ask about the things you're preparing," Qin Chuan replied, his face showing no sign of guilt.

"What's the rush?" Zhao Fuquan frowned, his tone growing increasingly impatient. "Didn't I say I'd have to wait a few days?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, pushed Qin Chuan aside, and strode into the tent.

It was clearly a gesture to kick people out, and they didn't even bother with polite words.

Having already copied the data from the ledger, Qin Chuan was too lazy to stay any longer and turned to leave.

Zhao Fuquan watched Qin Chuan's departing figure, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Although he had already discussed the plan to "settle the accounts" with Wu Laosi yesterday,

But no matter how well-planned the plan is, it will still take a few days to prepare some details before it can be implemented.

After all, the flow of money must be made to appear natural, and each document handled must be meticulously reviewed so that no one can spot any flaws.

Fine, let this kid run wild for a few more days.

Stepping out of the house,

Qin Chuan didn't stay in the gambling den any longer and walked outside.

Midway through, he also took out that piece of scrap paper, looked at the data on it, and pondered.

Although it had been confirmed that there were indeed some discrepancies in the ledger, he had no evidence.

We can only wait until Zhao Fuquan is not around to look through the account books again and find something substantial to confirm this.

Having made up his mind, Qin Chuan folded the scrap paper again and stuffed it back into his sleeve.

He looked up and realized he had unknowingly crossed several streets.

The stone path beneath our feet has become much wider and smoother, and the storefronts on both sides have gradually become more sophisticated.

Qin Chuan paused, glanced around, and understood.

We've arrived at the south side of the city.

Speaking of the layout of Qinghe County, it has four urban areas in the east, west, south, and north, with the southern part being the most valuable.

The surrounding area was mostly inhabited by ordinary people, with simple thatched gates and small courtyards, where the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard.

The south of the city was different. High-walled mansions stood side by side, inhabited by prominent figures of Qinghe County. Wealthy families of all sizes clustered together in this area.

The streets were more than twice as wide as those around them, and the paving stones were all neatly arranged without a single broken corner, so that no mud puddles would form on rainy days.

The shops on both sides of the road are all two-story or higher buildings, with carved beams and painted rafters, and upturned eaves. They are either silk shops, silver shops or restaurants, exuding an air of nobility that ordinary people dare not easily set foot in.

Qin Chuan walked and looked around, his gaze sweeping across the street.

The ground was clean and tidy, and there wasn't a single beggar or vagrant lying there asking for money.

In the south of the city, where wealthy people live, beggars or anything else that offends the eye are not allowed to appear.

Qin Chuan knew this rule all too well.

Zhou Bapi said that he had seen it with his own eyes once before.

A beggar boy, not much older than him, sneaked in. He had just squatted down at the street corner and stretched out his hand, but before he could even ask for anything, he was caught red-handed by the patrolling constables.

Without saying a word, the bailiff went up and started beating him with sticks. He was so fierce and ruthless that it was as if he was beating a stray dog ​​that had wandered into the hall, not a person.

After the fight was over, the person was completely motionless.

Qin Chuan shook his head and continued walking forward.

Just as I turned the corner, a loud and energetic shout came through the streets and alleys into my ears.

Qin Chuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a grand gatehouse not far ahead. The vermilion gate was wide open, and a black plaque with gold characters hung above it, bearing four powerful characters: "Mountain Moving Martial Arts School".

Two stone lions stood guard at the entrance, baring their teeth and claws, exuding an imposing aura. Inside, a spacious training ground could be vaguely seen, where a dozen disciples wearing wide belts were practicing their stances and punches. With each move, they would shout in unison, and those shouts came from there.

The south of the city is different from other places. The most powerful force here is not any gang, but a martial arts school.

Elsewhere, street vendors would have to give some money to the gangs, but things are different in the south of the city. If anyone dares to cause trouble here, there's no need to wait for the government to come; the disciples from the nearby martial arts schools standing on the street are the best deterrent.

Those burly martial arts masters, with wide belts around their waists, walked with a powerful stride, and just a glance from them was enough to make ordinary thugs' legs go weak.

It was precisely because of the martial arts school that the wealthy merchants in the south of the city could live a peaceful life.

Most of them send their sons to martial arts schools, firstly to learn some martial arts to improve their health, and secondly because becoming a disciple means having a powerful backer in this area, killing two birds with one stone.

Qin Chuan's purpose in coming here was simple: to buy something similar to the "Blood-Nourishing Powder" and "Bone-Strengthening Soup" that Liu Ding had mentioned.

These kinds of things can't be bought in ordinary pharmacies; you have to go to a martial arts school.

The martial arts school teaches martial arts year-round, and the students train their muscles and bones every day, inevitably resulting in injuries, blows, and blood deficiency.

Naturally, there are specialized pharmacies that prepare these prescriptions to enhance qi and blood, and they are also sold to the public.

Qin Chuan knew very well that his physique was that of a beggar, and his foundation was very weak.

To master the Guiyuan stance in the shortest time and activate the "Martial Artist" profession, simply sticking to the stance every day is far from enough.

It might take several months to get the hang of it; that's too long.

First, we need to use medicine to build up our foundation, nourish our blood and qi, and get started with our profession as soon as possible to activate our professional skills.