Fantasy: I can equip everything

The expert Chen Chuang was bent over, looting the spoils of war.

He also longed to kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles.

But life's pressures prevent me from living a carefree life.

Buying medicinal herbs costs money, and opening equipment slots also costs money.

He could only plunder gold and silver from the bodies of the recently deceased members of the Canal Gang.

Fortunately, these two guys are much wealthier than Wu Lao Er.

After looting, Chen Chuang had more than one hundred taels of silver on him.

Including Wu Lao Er's previous inheritance, the total was 123 taels.

Chen Chuang hesitated for a moment.

With a gritted teeth, he threw the hundred taels he had just received into his equipment inventory.

[The second equipment slot is now unlocked. Would you like to spend 1000 taels of silver to unlock the third equipment slot?]

Chen Chuang quickly shook his head, as if he could pull out another thousand taels of silver.

Logically speaking, his most important task right now is to use the money to buy those rare and precious medicines to prolong his life.

But tonight's battle made Chen Chuang change his mind.

He ruined the Canal Gang's plans and now he's killed two late-stage Body Tempering martial artists.

It's a fight to the death.

By the time they realize what's happening, who knows what kind of experts they'll send.

Although Chen Chuang already had the Iron Bone Skill, he had almost no rivals in the Body Tempering Realm.

But what if the gang sent over there are martial artists with external strength?

Once the body has been tempered to perfection, the meridians can be opened.

When the meridians are unobstructed, the vital energy flows freely throughout the body, as easily as an arm; this is external strength.

External force martial artists can concentrate all their power and mobilize it at will.

A single punch can unleash the force of a thousand pounds.

Chen Chuang is no match for him yet.

With an extra equipment slot, he can equip a boning knife, which not only increases his strength but also allows him to spot his opponent's weaknesses in battle.

In this state, one might be able to clash with an external martial artist.

"Alright, do you need me to lend a hand?"

When Chen Chuang got up, Blind Rat and Lame Monkey had already returned after dealing with Wu Lao Er's body.

These two are really suffering. They haven't even finished their work, and now Chen Chuang has brought them two more corpses.

Upon hearing his words, the two immediately shook their heads vigorously, like rattles.

"Forget it, Chuang-ge, you haven't slept all night, you should go and get some rest. We two can handle this little bit of work."

"Don't worry, Brother Chuang, it'll definitely be finished before dawn. You can go and rest now."

Chen Chuang paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Indeed, he hadn't had a moment's peace in less than half a day after he transmigrated.

I'm actually quite tired.

The canal gangs shouldn't be able to react in a short time, so this place is still safe.

After returning to the courtyard and greeting Jinlian, Chen Chuang went to sleep fully clothed.

I slept straight through until dawn.

When he woke up, Jinlian had already prepared the meal, and Blind Mouse and Lame Monkey had finished their work and were washing up outside.

"Have a meal!"

Chen Chuang greeted them and they sat down to eat.

He picked up a piece of dried radish with his chopsticks and swallowed it with the white rice porridge.

While eating, he asked Jinlian, "Wu Lao Er, what are some good places to make money in this muddy alley?"

Jinlian quickly put down her chopsticks and bowl, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Every household in Lanni Alley has to pay tribute to him, ranging from a few coins to hundreds a month."

Seeing that Chen Chuang remained unmoved, Jinlian realized that he was not interested in these small sums of money, and explained, "Don't underestimate it, it adds up to about ten taels a month."

Chen Chuang shook his head and said, "There isn't that much time."

Jinlian paused for a moment, glancing at the blood-stained mark on Chen Chuang's wrist.

After thinking for a moment, he continued, "The fastest way to make money should be the gambling den in the north. I remember Wu Lao Er once told me that Lei Dafu, the master there, can give him twenty taels a month, and if he's in a good mood, he can even give him ten more taels."

Chen Chuang paused, then frowned and asked, "That's all?"

Those who join gangs do so because the money comes quickly.

Is this muddy alleyway home to only have one illegal gambling den? Aren't there any other similar businesses?

But then he immediately understood.

To make money in the black market, you first need someone to spend money on you.

For the mud-covered villagers in the alley, even getting food is a struggle, let alone having any spare money to spend.

It's only gambling dens that can get so addictive that these guys will throw away even their food money.

Let's go there first!

Chen Chuang put down his chopsticks and asked softly, "Have you finished eating?"

The two people opposite him quickly swallowed the last bite and stood up.

Even the blind mouse didn't forget to pick up a steamed bun and stuff it into its pocket.

Seeing this, Chen Chuang got up and led the two men toward the gambling den.

After they left, Jinlian remained where she was, staring at the table full of leftovers, her eyes darting around.

He seemed to be pondering something.

......

The muddy alley wasn't large, and Chen Chuang led the two to their destination in less than fifteen minutes.

The gambling den was a two-story building.

It looks dilapidated, with some mottled exterior walls, but the overall structure is very stable.

It's clear that a lot of thought and effort was put into its construction.

Once inside, however, it reveals a completely different world.

The ground is covered with neat blue bricks, and the tables, chairs, and benches are polished to a shine.

The walls were covered with paintings of beautiful women of unknown origin, some of which even included erotic paintings, making the lame monkey drool.

"Stop right there, are you just here to have fun? Go to the counter and change your name tag first."

Before they had gone very far, the three were stopped by a burly man.

Chen Chuang shook his head and said directly, "I'm looking for Lei Dafu!"

The burly man frowned slightly.

The people performing in the venue all called him Master Lei.

Anyone who calls their boss by his first name is either an arrogant fool who doesn't know his place.

They're either guys with some connections or connections.

If we only consider the blind rat and the lame monkey, Chen Chuang and his two companions could perhaps be categorized as the former.

Chen Chuang, who was leading the group, remained calm and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

He seems like someone important.

The burly man hesitated for a moment, scratching the back of his head.

Upon seeing this, Chen Chuang added, "Wu Lao Er is dead, and I'm in charge of Lanni Alley now."

The burly man's expression immediately changed.

He had heard Lei Ye ramble on a few days ago, saying that Wu Lao Er had gotten incredibly lucky and joined the canal gang.

But now, they've been slaughtered?

Not afraid of the Canal Gang, could this person in front of me be related to the Small Knife Society?

"Please wait a moment, sir, I'll go upstairs and inform them!"

His tone changed, and he immediately ran upstairs.

Not long after, it ran down again.

"Master Lei said he would like you to come up."

He led the three of them up the stairs to the second floor.

As soon as Chen Chuang went up to the second floor, he heard a shrill shout.

"Father! I'm your own daughter! How can you be so heartless?"

"Daughter! I'm so sorry, I'm useless!"

"Father! Do you still remember what Mother said when she passed away..."

"I...I beg you again, Master Lei, I beg you again...ah!!!"

Chen Chuang walked into a private room.

A fat man with big ears and gold teeth kicked the old man opposite him to the ground.

"Old Chen! What are you begging for?!"

"You owe our gambling den a total of twenty-three taels of silver. Can you exchange a few words for it?"

The old man covered his face and crawled over, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Mr. Lei! Please give me a few more days, and I will definitely pay you back!"

Lei Dafu laughed angrily, grabbed the old man's hair, and roared, "What kind of business do you do that you can pay back the money in a few days?"

"You good-for-nothing! You're not even as good as your daughter. She's so young; she could easily gain twenty-three taels of weight in a few days!"

"Besides! Look at this deed. When you borrowed money last time, you promised that if you couldn't pay it back, you'd use your daughter to settle the debt!!!"

Lei Dafu slapped a piece of paper on the old man's head, stood up, took a sip of water, and then looked at Chen Chuang and said:

"Sir, what is your surname?"

"Chen Chuang!"

Lei Dafu nodded, showing no fear whatsoever in the face of Chen Chuang, a man who dared to provoke the Canal Gang.

He waved his hand and ordered someone to bring a bag of silver.

"Master Chuang, here are twenty taels of silver. Please take them; consider it my monthly allowance!"

Chen Chuang didn't take it, but simply shook his head and said, "Not enough!"

Lei Dafu frowned, and a burly man behind him slowly walked over.

The burly man was strong and powerful, and the aura he exuded clearly indicated that he was no ordinary person.

He is a martial artist.