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Riverside in the suburbs of Kyoto.

The autumn wind swept by, rustling the surrounding grass and trees.

Moonlight spilled onto the river, creating layers of silver ripples.

However, in the quiet darkness, a dozen burly men formed a circle.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face was lying on the ground, groaning incessantly.

"Ouch~~~ That hurts so much! Stop hitting me, brothers, stop hitting me..."

This man was the drunk man in the bar who had tried to harass Liu Mengyue.

Just then, a series of footsteps approached from afar, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Everyone turned around warily, and when they saw who it was...

They all shouted in unison, "Young Master!"

Zhou Shijin scratched the large mosquito bite on his wrist and couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, I told you to tie someone up, and you chose this godforsaken place? What, are you trying to play wilderness survival with me?"

Upon hearing this, one of the burly men scratched his head sheepishly.

"Young master, we're at our wits' end. The security in Kyoto is just too tight."

It took everyone a lot of effort to bring this weed here.

Zhou Shijin waved his hand: "Never mind, the scenery here is quite nice!"

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Another burly man chimed in, "That's right, it's quiet enough here, and it's convenient for you to dig a hole and bury people, young master."

Upon hearing this, the drunk man lying on the ground immediately stopped groaning.

What the hell? Digging a hole to bury a corpse?

I'm a fucking honest guy, I wouldn't dare flirt with my female subordinates normally.

I only drank two ounces of horse urine today, which is why I'm a bit out of control.

How did I end up with a bunch of thugs trying to kill me over something so trivial?

At that moment, he sobered up considerably, his face turning deathly pale with fright.

Zhou Shijin glanced at him, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

"You little weasel, how dare you flirt with my sister-in-law and my dream girl! You really have guts!"

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the other person.

The drunk man trembled with fear, feeling a warm current surge in his lower abdomen.

Without a second thought, he endured the excruciating pain in his body and struggled to his feet with all his might.

Then, he knelt down on the ground with a "thump".

"Big brother, no! Grandpa, I was wrong, I'm not usually like this."

Please just ignore me, I really know I was wrong!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Immediately afterwards, he kowtowed several times.

Zhou Shijin stopped in front of him and slowly squatted down.

Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's sparse hair.

"You weeds, look me in the eye!" His voice didn't sound angry at all; in fact, it sounded quite calm.

However, it creates a suffocating sense of oppression: "You really enjoy flirting with women?"

The drunk man was pulled back and looked up, just in time to meet Zhou Shijin's gaze.

In that instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Good heavens! What kind of look is that?

Gloomy, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and even a hint of madness.

The feeling was like facing a starving lone wolf that could tear you to pieces at any moment.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, I beg you."

I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise; I will never dare to do it again!

The drunk man's lips trembled incessantly, and even his teeth chattered.

"Ha... If apologies were enough, what would be the point of laws?"

Zhou Shijin chuckled, and a butterfly knife gleaming with cold light instantly appeared in his hand.

Then, without hesitation, she stabbed between the man's legs.

"Ah~~~" The drunk man was startled and cried out. He couldn't control the warm flow in his lower abdomen again and peed his pants.

After waiting for a while, he found that he did not experience the pain he had imagined.

The drunk man slowly opened his eyes and found that the tip of the gleaming knife was hovering an inch away from his penis.

For a moment, he didn't even dare to breathe, fearing that the other party would stab him without hesitation.

Little did he know, Zhou Shijin had genuinely intended to cripple him in that brief moment.

But for some reason, my older brother's calm face suddenly appeared in my mind.

He instantly retracted his original thought; he was no longer just the son of Zhou Dafu, the underground emperor of Northeast China.

He is also a direct descendant of a powerful family in Kyoto, and he has to consider the family's interests and reputation in everything he does.

"Phew~~~~"

Zhou Shijin exhaled a breath of stale air and put away the butterfly knife in his hand.

At that moment, even the murderous intent on his face vanished instantly.

"You just said you have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise?"

Upon hearing Zhou Shijin's question, the drunk man hurriedly nodded: "That's right, Grandpa, my mother is already over sixty years old."

She is unable to take care of herself and needs my care.

My youngest daughter just started junior high school, and I still have to support her.

I was under too much pressure in life, which is why I drank to drown my sorrows. I swear, I'll never drink again!

"Hmm, quite presentable, a filial son." Zhou Shijin seemed satisfied with his answer and slowly stood up.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he casually asked, "Which hand touched my sister-in-law just now?"

Upon hearing this, the drunk man put on an innocent expression: "Sir, I'm innocent! I didn't even touch them."

"Those two women..." He seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing.

He quickly corrected himself, saying, "No! Those two ladies have terrible tempers; they're the ones who hit me!"

"Hmm!" Zhou Shijin nodded, casually picked up a shovel from a burly man next to him, and smashed it at the drunk man's left hand without warning.

"Ah~~~~"

The drunk man screamed and was instantly knocked to the ground.

However, Zhou Shijin did not stop what he was doing.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The shovel in his hand repeatedly struck the other person's left hand.

For a moment, the sound of bones breaking, mixed with the man's screams, echoed continuously along the riverbank.

Only when the drunk man's groans gradually subsided did he casually toss the shovel aside.

A burly man expertly handed him a wet wipe, and Zhou Shijin wiped his hands as he said:

"I'm kind-hearted, young master. I know you have to support your family, so I specially left you with your right hand."

Here is one million, for your medical expenses.

As he spoke, Zhou Shijin took out a silver card and threw it on the ground.

"Oh, right, I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"If you dare to cause any trouble, I'll invite your family over for tea."

A burly man beside him, his eyes wide with rage, kicked the drunk man in the leg: "Damn it, aren't you going to thank my young master?"

Despite the excruciating pain in his left hand, the drunk man hurriedly replied, "No, no, thank you, Grandpa!"

Zhou Shijin didn't bother to look at him again, and ordered the burly man next to him, "Take him to the hospital, don't let him die."

After saying that, he turned and walked away into the distance without looking back...