After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The sizzling sound of flesh being scalded by boiling water, accompanied by screams, echoed in the lobby of the Black Mountain Hotel.

Hu Baye rolled around on the greasy, blackened floor tiles, his broken right hand hanging at an extremely strange angle, revealing a section of white bone fragments.

Amidst the chaos, the once arrogant and domineering Northeastern man now resembled a dying mongrel.

The burly men at the table were startled and sat up abruptly, instinctively reaching for the switchblades and batons tucked into their waistbands. Several steel blades had already sprung out, gleaming coldly.

Fatty Wang turned his head, his eyes, the size of copper bells, wide open, his face full of fat squeezed together.

At this moment, his fierce aura was released without any concealment, like an angry black bear staring at its prey.

"Want to stand up for him?"

"I'm itching to get my hands dirty today!"

Fatty Wang spat and took a big step forward, the blue bricks under his feet making a dull thud as if they couldn't bear the weight.

The burly men who had drawn their knives exchanged glances, their foreheads covered in cold sweat, and none of them dared to take a single step forward.

Behind Fatty Wang, Miao Yingying stood silently, unaware that her fingertips were quietly gripping a bone whistle.

If these people lay a finger on Wang Yulin, they will suffer a terrible fate.

The people in the room looked at each other in bewilderment.

They realized that this man and woman were not easy to deal with.

That charming and beautiful girl from the south had a sinister aura about her, making her even more difficult to deal with.

But what really sent chills down your spine was the young man sitting on the far inside.

Zhou Ran.

He simply held a chipped, broken teacup the whole time, casually skimming off the foam.

This indifference to human life is far more frightening than Fatty Wang's ferocious appearance.

The lobby was so noisy you could hear a pin drop.

The other casualties at the other tables put away their disdain and silently lowered their heads to eat and drink, as if nothing had happened.

But these tomb raiders, who risk their lives every day, are definitely not that simple-minded.

Several burly men from Guanzhong at the table near the door exchanged glances with their heads down.

"These three newbies are quite formidable; their skills are so formidable that they must be the work of a seasoned martial artist."

"What's the use of being tough?"

They're so high-profile, they won't even know how they died.

Is the area below Mangshan Mountain something you can flatten with your fists?

"After we go down the well, find a chance to block the road and have them check for mines for us. We'll take the stuff, and they can leave it behind."

The group nodded to each other, tacitly approving of the man's actions.

The other group of thieves, however, had a different idea.

"See that? That fat guy's strength is definitely not something to be trifled with, and the guy in charge behind him is even more knowledgeable."

We're short-handed this time. If we can get them involved, and if something unexpected happens, our chances of survival will increase by 20%.

Everyone harbored their own secrets, and undercurrents were swirling within them.

In the shadows of the corner, a lean old man slowly stood up.

The man had a mustache, his dry face was covered with wrinkles from years of hardship, he wore a patched dark blue jacket, and had a copper pipe in his mouth.

In the underworld, he was known as Liu the Pockmarked, a cunning and shrewd old fox.

Liu Mazi squinted his triangular eyes and stared at Zhou Ran for a long while.

That's pretty arrogant.

tough enough.

That's high-profile enough.

The young man in front of me had fair skin and delicate features; I wondered which family's young master he was, someone who was still naive and inexperienced.

His intuition told him that he was a rare and highly valuable cannon fodder.

He tapped his pipe on the sole of his worn-out black cloth shoe, knocking off a clump of ash. He grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth, and slowly walked over to the three-person table to start a conversation.

"You guys have some pretty sharp methods."

He crippled Master Hu with a single move; the younger generation is truly formidable.

Liu Mazi pulled over a long bench, ignoring Wang Pangzi's murderous glare, and sat down on half of it.

Fatty Wang's eyes widened:

"Old man, you want to avenge that bald guy?"

"No, no!"

Liu Mazi waved his hands repeatedly and chuckled twice.

"Business in this industry has always been high-risk, high-reward."

When you're out looking for money, having more friends means having more options; causing someone's death is always troublesome.

I wonder which plate you guys stepped on today?

Tonight, our group is preparing to descend to the first level of the Yin-Yang Path. Shall we share a pot?

He used a few coded words to explain things smoothly and skillfully, but his purpose was to find out Zhou Ran's secrets.

Fatty Wang snorted coldly and slammed his large, fan-like hand directly onto the table:

"What kind of bullshit plate is this?"

Stop using your slang and stop trying to get close to me.

Get out of here right now, or I'll deal with you too!

Liu Mazi wasn't annoyed. He took a deep drag of his pipe, exhaled a large puff of white smoke, and said in a low voice:

"Don't rush to kick people out, Fatty."

Something's really wrong with Mangshan lately.

In the past two days, four groups of people have been sent down, but very few have come back up.

Hearing this, Zhou Ran finally put down his teacup and glanced over:

"oh?

What are you trying to say?

"I didn't mean anything by it."

Seeing that the young master's interest had been piqued, Liu Mazi moved closer, his face beaming with smiles.

"You gentlemen are all highly skilled, but the filthy things down there cannot be dealt with by mere brute force."

Our team includes veteran tomb raiders who have spent their entire lives on the job, and feng shui masters who can find dragon veins.

We're missing a few experts like these who can keep things under control.

If we go together, we'll open the shop and split the profits 60/40, with the gentlemen taking the lion's share.

how?"

Zhou Ran remained expressionless, but he had already made up his mind.

They were newcomers, and although they brought the White Jade Listening Wind Gu and various equipment, they were not clear about the complex terrain of Mangshan and the distribution of various forces.

Without Bai Xuan, their "first doctoral supervisor," they really are like headless flies.

I really have no experience with tomb raiding.

Moreover, this tomb is related to the underworld.

Instead of wandering around like a headless fly, it's better to blend in with these local bullies and use them as stepping stones.

They can be crushed at any time if they make any unusual moves.

Just as Zhou Ran was weighing the pros and cons.

A woman wearing a tight red leather jacket, her waist swaying like a water snake, walked over carrying two bowls of wine.

Her chest was largely bare, the white skin dazzling to the eye, and a delicate rose perfume scent wafted through the air.

The woman in front of me is called the Red Widow.

She has been using her sexuality to gain the chance to pass safely through various tomb raiding tunnels for years.

"Hey, young man, don't get so angry."

On a long night, let's have a drink to soothe our throats and make a friend.

The Red Widow completely ignored Fatty Wang and looked at Zhou Ran with seductive eyes.

She leaned her body straight against Zhou Ran's shoulder, her breath sweet as orchids.

The long, bright red fingernail tapped lightly above one of the bowls of wine without leaving a trace.

Extremely subtle movements.

The white powder, barely visible to the naked eye, silently fell into the wine and instantly dissolved.

"This wine is good."

Zhou Ran held her small hand and gently brought the wine to her nose.

The extent to which he was putting on an act left Xiao Rou, who was standing behind him, feeling incredibly anxious.