From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

"Mother Sai is quite composed."

Seeing how calm Sai's mother was, everyone couldn't help but tease her.

"Hey, no wonder you're a mom, you've been through it all! What storms haven't you weathered?" a regular customer exclaimed.

Even the most unruly person has to submit!

"Hahahaha..." Among the guests was the young master of a silk shop, who had never tasted the "mother's" touch. Seeing this, he couldn't help but ask, "Mother Sai, when will you treat us to a meal again?" He patted his purse, making a "clinking" sound.

"I'm willing to offer a hundred taels of silver! No, a hundred taels of gold!"

"Go to hell," Mother Sai said, her eyes sweeping over him with a mixture of reproach and amusement, lightly tapping the arrogant young man with her fingertip.

"You haven't even grown your hair yet, and you're already trying to spend a fortune to buy smiles?" She swayed her hips softly, her crimson shirt rippling in an alluring wave. "When you actually bring that gleaming gold to your mother..." She paused long at the end of her sentence:

"It's not too late to spout this rubbish about 'going into business' later."

A few words were enough to make the whole corridor burst into laughter.

The young master's face flushed red, and he sheepishly shrank back. Had he really taken out a hundred taels of silver?

It's still impossible.

"Hmph~" Mother Sai then turned around, her voice suddenly rising, clear and bright, overpowering all the noise:

"Alright, alright, enough about my antics." She said with a smile, "Tonight's 'all-out brawl' is just a bonus from the White Dragon Boat to liven things up for everyone." With a wave of her hand, her sleeves emitted a fragrant aroma.

"Pass on my message—"

"Add another jar of Jinlingchun to each table in the corridor!"

In an instant:

The maids filed away with wine, and the sounds of string and wind instruments rose again, blending with the fighting.

……

That private room has the character "地" on it.

Zhu Hong was surrounded, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't afford to get entangled with these thugs wielding sticks, otherwise Li Hang and Feng Qi could launch a deadly attack at any moment.

At that moment, the sword's momentum suddenly changed.

He stopped fighting with Li Hang and the other man, and shrank back as if to retreat, but in reality, he left himself vulnerable. A burly man who was at the front saw him trying to "escape" and, without suspicion, swung his club at him, wanting to finish the fight quickly.

"idiot."

It's now!

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Zhu Hong suddenly stopped, pivoted on his left foot, twisted and spun around, and drew a cold and eerie semi-circle with his goose feather knife, sweeping from bottom to top across the burly man's unprotected neck.

"puff--!"

Blood rushes like an arrow, shooting three feet into the air.

The burly man's eyes remained wide open, filled with unbelievable terror. The wooden stick in his hand clattered to the ground, and his massive body collapsed with a thud.

One blow kills.

The stench of blood instantly filled the air.

The other burly men were stunned by this ruthless and decisive strike, and their offensive faltered.

However, once the killing has begun, there is no turning back.

Killing one is a crime.

Tu Wan was a hero.

Hit a punch, lest a hundred punches come!

Zhu Hongqiang suppressed the palpitations of killing for the first time, his eyes growing colder, his strength unrestrained, all of it piercing through the blade: "Blame it on yourselves for being born into evil..." He pushed his movement technique to its limit, leaping and dodging in the limited space, the goose feather blade in his hand transforming into a cold light that snatches away souls and takes lives. Each flash was accompanied by a scream and a spray of hot blood.

Cut, wipe, flick, stab.

There are no fancy tricks, just simple, deadly techniques.

These thugs, though fierce and brave, were not martial arts practitioners after all, and were like lambs to the slaughter when facing Zhu Hong.

"Ugh—"

"My hand!"

"save……"

The calls for action continued to rise.

Within a few breaths, four people had coughed up blood and died. The remaining three were terrified and dared not move forward again, retreating repeatedly until they were almost pressed against the wall.

"...Good, very good."

Feng Qi's lips twitched violently twice, and her face burned with embarrassment.

These kids, though not important people, were like ripe wheat in autumn, being chopped down piece by piece, making him feel like a joke.

"Li Hang—!"

He called out, then suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

"See that? That's a vicious dog that bites people's throats." His gaze pierced him like poisonous nails: "If you keep acting like a 'benevolent saint,' and Master Ma asks, all these people have been lost, yet you couldn't even take down a mere kid. This debt—" He paused, his eyes glancing sideways at the corpses scattered on the ground:

"What are you using to calculate this?"

After saying this, Feng Qi no longer looked at Li Hang.

His body suddenly sank, and his bones and muscles crackled like popping beans, revealing the bulging muscles beneath his dark-colored outfit.

"Small, mixed breed!"

He pushed off with both feet, creating two shallow indentations in the thick carpet of the ground. He moved like a black gust of wind, heading straight for Zhu Hong's throat and heart. His moves were vicious and cunning: "If I don't crush every bone in your body today, I'll change my surname to yours."

Li Hang stood there, his expression changing several times.

Feng Qi's words were like an ice pick, piercing his heart. If he couldn't win this over today, even with a thousand reasons, he wouldn't escape being held accountable.

Nothing more...

"It was the path you chose."

He sighed inwardly, his eyes already turning cold.

Take a deep breath, let your blood and qi flow through your body, slowly clench your fists, your knuckles crack, and your aura rises.

"The Stone Cracker—Splitter of Stone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped forward, his fist fierce and powerful, the wind whistling as it struck, unstoppable. The two martial arts students, their killing intent boiling, fiercely joined forces to attack.

Zhu Hong's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his words were sharp and unforgiving:

"Is this all you two are capable of?"

The gleam of the goose-feather blade shimmered like the cold moonlight, blocking Feng Qi's iron claws. "Pfft..." The carpet beneath his feet sank slightly, but his figure remained as immovable as a mountain, unyielding. Just then:

Another punch!

Zhu Hong didn't turn around. He just flicked his wrist, and the end of the knife hilt snapped backward with a soft "thud," accurately hitting the fist.

The five fingers gripping the knife suddenly tightened, the knuckles turning pale.

"Stop now, Zhu Hong."

Li Hang's voice came through the force of the fists and the shadows of the blades: "You've seen it too. If this continues, you won't be able to leave this door today."

"Stop talking nonsense," Feng Qi's eyes flashed with a cold light, seizing this fleeting opening, and charged forward again:

"He must pay with his life today!"

There were deadly attacks from both the front and the back, leaving no way to avoid them.

A faint, almost mocking glint flashed in the depths of Zhu Hong's pupils.

He is waiting.

Once the banners are hung, it will be time for a real rampage in the Heavenly Palace.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a powerful voice rang out: "The government office is handling cases, who dares to be so insolent?" The official's boots stomped on the ground in perfect unison, causing the floorboards to tremble slightly.

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone turned towards the stairwell.

"Wow, it's government officials!"

"Are they here to arrest that fake constable?"

"It's over, it's all over, that kid is completely finished."

"..."

Whispers filled the boat for a time.

Master Pei?

"Master Pei, you've finally arrived!"

Ma Pan, who had been huddled in the outer corridor of the private room, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had seen a savior. He scrambled over and cried out, "That, that kid, that wild brat who impersonates a constable, is inside!" He pointed into the room, his voice shrill with excitement, "He's still wearing that official uniform he stole from somewhere."

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

Upon seeing this, the onlookers' eyes revealed a knowing look of "I knew it!"

All said:

as predicted.