Text-based martial arts: A nighttime rendezvous with the gang leader's wife in a dilapidated te

The Great Qian Dynasty, Nanjing City.

On the evening of August 16th, at 8:45 PM (戌时三刻).

The autumn wind was biting.

In the pitch-black night.

Shen Fu leaned against a small doorway, panting heavily.

Despite the weather, beads of sweat still streamed down his chubby cheeks.

However, a smile appeared on his chubby face.

Damn it, Shen Fu was terrified when he found his main hall ransacked last night.

Fortunately, the thing he had secretly copied behind his master's back was not lost.

However, even so, Shen Fu had already realized that he had been exposed.

The lost silver was indeed nothing.

But if that thing is lost, and the news gets out, then even if I had a hundred heads, the Shen family would cut them off.

Thinking of this, Shen Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

He secretly bought this mansion using the name of a servant who had died in the Shen family.

Aside from himself, even his own son, Shen Bufan, had no idea that his father owned such a place.

Shen Fu understood the principle that a cunning rabbit has three burrows.

He originally bought this mansion just in case, never expecting it would actually come in handy.

Thinking of this, Shen Fu stepped forward and touched the remaining little bit of his family fortune that he had only dared to hire a carriage to transport this evening.

Normally, given that the mansion had already been robbed, he shouldn't have continued moving the family's belongings there for safety's sake, but Shen Fu couldn't bear to part with them!

That was the wealth he had accumulated over twenty years of embezzlement in the Shen family mansion!

In the future, all this money will be the foundation for Bufan to temper his qi and blood and improve his realm!

Unfortunately, that thief stole quite a bit yesterday!

Thinking of this, Shen Fu recalled the face of that boy Chen from earlier that day.

He always felt that this little brat was somehow involved in this matter!

He had no martial arts talent, but he was able to serve the Shen family, including the patriarch and the deceased old master. From being an ordinary servant, he was later granted a surname by the family and became a steward trusted by the Shen family. He must have had some merits.

Shen Fu's merits include his ability to adapt to changing circumstances, his resourcefulness, and his disregard for personal reputation.

Secondly, and most importantly, he has an excellent memory! He can almost never forget what someone looks like, what features they have, their build, or even their voice after meeting them just once!

That's why, when he was chasing the petty thief last night, he felt that the figure looked somewhat familiar, even just from the back.

However, it was dark, and the thief was dressed in night clothes, making him impossible to identify. Yet, the way the thief threw the key away when he was trying to get rid of Wang Zhuo from the Viper Gang reminded him of the other man.

Although the voice was deliberately lowered, making it impossible for Shen Fu to be completely certain, he trusted his own judgment. After all, his eyes and ears had indeed helped him many times over the years.

This is why he went to the pharmacy early in the morning to find the boy.

Thinking about this, Shen Fu was also somewhat confused.

That's right. If he had been tossing and turning all night trying to confirm it, then after seeing that brat, that conclusion was overturned.

There's no other reason than that this kid's weakness is impossible to hide. Even though he's much stronger than when he first came to the Shen family, there's absolutely no way he could escape from Wang Zhuo's hands, right?

Who is Wang Zhuo? He is a steward and protector of the Poisonous Snake Gang. Although he is just an unknown figure in the entire martial arts world, he is a minor expert in the Skin Refining Realm in Jinling City.

Last night, that thief's speed was definitely that of a true martial artist, and probably only slightly weaker than Wang Zhuo's.

How could that little brat, whose strength and reflexes were even inferior to his, possibly escape Wang Zhuo's grasp?

However, Shen Fu dared not be careless towards that young man in the slightest. Otherwise, why would this young man have won the favor of Doctor Cao in just two or three days, and it seemed that he had already become his disciple?

Therefore, without absolute certainty, Shen Fu really didn't dare to do anything to that brat.

As for whether the kid was faking it in front of him, Shen Fu was fairly certain about that.

The reason is simple: he launched his attack suddenly.

If it were a normal martial artist, they would dodge immediately or even counterattack in this situation.

This was the immediate reaction of someone with a sharp weapon in their heart. That kid was just a young man, at the height of his courage and valor, and this was especially true for him.

However, during his test, the kid neither dodged nor avoided the fall, and they both fell hard together.

How could a mere sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy possess such profound shrewdness and such a seasoned mind?

To be honest, Shen Fu also didn't quite believe it.

So, who exactly is that damned little thief?

Thinking about this, Shen Fu suddenly felt that he wasn't so tired anymore.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, loosened the buttons at the collar of a slightly ill-fitting camouflage shirt, spat twice on his palms, and then went back to the front, lifting the huge wooden crate.

Then, with great effort, he carried it to the other room. He didn't put it down until he was drenched in sweat again.

Looking at the small, one-room house, Shen Fu, having put down his suitcase, finally couldn't help but say:

"Damn it, you little thief! The master caught you and you're in our hands now. We'll show you what it means to wish you were dead!"

Yes, if it weren't for that petty thief, he wouldn't have moved to such a run-down place, without even anyone to help him.

As the steward of the prestigious Shen family, even the city lord's advisor would treat him with utmost respect.

He represents the face of the Shen family!

Why should we suffer this torment now?

He was carrying boxes back and forth while cursing.

It was as if doing so would give Shen Fu a bit more strength.

However, he didn't see that as he was moving the boxes from the yard into the house, a dark figure was silently crouching there, watching his every move and the curses he was uttering.

"Phew... Damn it... No, after I'm done, I have to go find Xiao Cui from Cuiwei Tower to serve me. I'm exhausted!"

After the last box was completely moved into the room, as Shen Fu leaned against the wall alone, the figure finally appeared quietly beside him and suddenly spoke:

"Tsk, Manager Shen is really still going strong for his age!"

Shen Fu, like a startled fat cat, abruptly turned his head...

At this time when the moon is fullest on the 16th of the lunar month,

Dark clouds, appearing out of nowhere, obscured the once bright and clear moon.

This land was given only a deep, dark expanse.

The night was dark and the wind was strong, the autumn chill was biting.