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Turning around, he slowly walked up to Cheng Wu. The Ancient Sorcerer sneered and said, "Oh? Then I’ll take charge. What can you do about it?"
Cheng Wu was taken aback. Although he was young, his reputation in the underworld was well-earned. Ever since he made a name for himself at the age of sixteen by taking down three people with a butcher's knife, he had solidified his position through numerous battles. If one were to choose the fiercest person in Guanghai City, he would undoubtedly be at the top of the list.
However, when he met the gaze of the Ancient Sorcerer, he felt a chill run down his spine. The man before him exuded an aura of killing intent, one that could only come from someone who had taken countless lives. Nevertheless, Cheng Wu was not one to back down easily; he quickly regained his composure and said, "Then it seems someone is going to die."
"Ha!"
The Ancient Sorcerer laughed heartily and said, "Ha! Is everyone in the underworld so refined these days? Why not just say you’ll kill me? What are you afraid of?"
Cheng Wu's face flushed red.
"You brat, do you want to die?"
Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind Cheng Wu, rushing toward the Ancient Sorcerer like lightning.
"Bang!"
In an instant, everyone saw a person flying into the air, followed by the Ancient Sorcerer stepping forward and delivering a powerful punch to the airborne assailant.
"Ah!"
A scream pierced the air as blood sprayed out like an arrow. The person who had been flying through the air was sent crashing to the ground with a loud thud, lying motionless.
Cheng Wu was dumbfounded. The attacker was Bao Zheng, one of his most trusted subordinates known as a "Red Stick." A Red Stick, also referred to as "426" or "Twelve Bases," was considered a senior member in the underworld—a leader among enforcers known for their fighting skills.
Not only was Bao Zheng among the best in Cheng Wu's organization, but he was also one of the top fighters in all of Guanghai City. Yet here he was, having been knocked away by a single punch while attempting a sneak attack, now lying on the ground bleeding and unable to get up!
If Bao Zheng can fight, then how powerful is this person called Ancient Sorcerer?
"You..."
After a long pause, Cheng Wu finally spoke, but his words were incomplete.
"Don't get involved in this anymore, or you'll end up worse than him."
"Hmph! So what if he can fight?"
Cheng Wu reached for his waist.
"If I were you, I wouldn't reach there; otherwise, you won't be able to keep your hand."
The voice of Ancient Sorcerer was as cold as ice. Cheng Wu shivered and instinctively stopped, feeling that Ancient Sorcerer could back up his words.
"Yes, I think so too."
Fan Feng, holding Lai Chen, walked in front of Cheng Wu, his voice equally frigid.
Cheng Wu's eyes narrowed. He had been focused on Zhou Yake earlier and hadn't noticed Fan Feng. Now that he saw him clearly, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Uh... How did you come here?"
"Cheng Wu, you've grown bolder, huh? Learning to bully orphans and widows? Do you believe I can bring people to tear down your doghouse?!"
"What is your relationship with Miss Zhou? I haven't heard about it before."
Cheng Wu smiled cautiously. One was an official and the other a bandit, and Fan Feng was definitely a complete devil.
In the past, there was a saying in Guanghai City about the "Five Tigers and Three Ghosts." These eight individuals were renowned as the top figures in Guanghai City and even across the nation, but they all ultimately fell at the hands of one person—Fan Feng!
For those in Guanghai City, Fan Feng is a formidable devil. Especially for those involved in their line of work, not knowing Fan Feng means being close to death.
"It didn't matter before, but now it does."
Fan Feng pointed to Lai Chen in his arms and said, "This is my goddaughter. Remember, if anything happens to her in the future, I will hold you responsible."
Cheng Wu's face turned sour, but he couldn't refuse. He could only nod and say, "Alright, no problem. I'll have twenty or thirty brothers protect her..."
Fan Feng glared with his eyes and said, "Is that really necessary?"
"Okay... okay, whatever you say."
Waving his hand as if shooing away a fly, Fan Feng said, "Get lost; I don't want to see you."
Seeing this, Cheng Wu dared not say anything further and quietly left with his men. Glancing at Fan Feng, Ancient Sorcerer didn't expect her to be so impressive.
Once Cheng Wu was gone, Lai Hao's face lit up with joy. He immediately signaled Lai Fei to take action.
He feared Cheng Wu—Cheng Wu was a thug he couldn't handle—but he wasn't afraid of Ancient Sorcerer or Fan Feng because neither of them would dare to hit him; if they did, he would call the police.
More importantly, he had the moral high ground!
Having been beaten by Ancient Sorcerer once before made Lai Fei hesitate a bit. However, when Lai Hao shot him a glare, he jumped in surprise and stepped forward, saying, "You're the pretty boy raised by Zhou Yake, right? Hmph! You're eyeing her house, aren't you? Let me tell you, this house belongs to Chenchen; you can't take it away. It must be managed on behalf of the clan leader and returned to Chenchen when she grows up."
"Hmph, that's not true. I'm just renting Sister Yake's house; I have no other relationship with her."
"Hahaha!"
Lai Hao stood up at this moment, laughed loudly, and said, "You and Zhou Yake have nothing going on? Everyone outside is saying you are involved with her. One person might be lying, but so many people saying it—can it still be false?"
The Ancient Sorcerer suddenly remembered how an old man had looked at him with that kind of gaze when he bought a drink at a small shop. It turned out that the rumors about him being involved with Zhou Yake were circulating outside at that time!
He didn't care; what did it matter to a grown man?
But for Zhou Yake, it was a completely different story. She was a widow, and the last thing she wanted was gossip. Now, trouble had come knocking at her door.
What made the Ancient Sorcerer even angrier was knowing that this gossip had definitely been spread by Lai Hao and his group. Such underhanded tactics were despicable!
He rushed up to Lai Hao, reached out, and lifted him off the ground. Then he slapped him hard and coldly said, "Get lost! Or I'll kill your whole family. I’m not afraid of Cheng Wu; who do you think you are?"
Lai Hao's body trembled. He realized he had been mistaken; what the other party said was true. A scoundrel like Cheng Wu would ultimately leave in disgrace in front of someone like him. He had naively thought he wasn't afraid of the other party.
This was definitely a path to self-destruction.
"Hey, I just told Cheng Wu that if Lai Chen gets into any trouble, I would have to deal with him," Fan Feng's seemingly self-talking words made Lai Hao feel even colder, as if he had fallen into an ice pit.
It would be too easy for Cheng Wu to deal with him!
Not to mention, just sending a few people to hang around outside his house would cause huge trouble.
Covering his already swollen face, Lai Hao dared not say another word and turned to leave.
"Not leaving yet? Waiting for me to invite you for tea?!"
The onlookers scattered like birds and beasts at the Ancient Sorcerer's shout.
“Ancient Sorcerer, thank you.”
Zhou Yake walked up to Ancient Sorcerer, unable to imagine what would have happened to her today without Ancient Sorcerer.
Ancient Sorcerer pointed at Fan Feng and said, “You should thank Fan Team. If it weren't for her being here today, things wouldn't have been resolved so quickly.”
“Fan Team, thank you.”
Fan Feng shook her head and said, “I can't stand the faces of these people either.”
“By the way, Yake sister, have you found the clothes I asked you to prepare? We need them tonight.”
Zhou Yake felt a jolt in her heart and quickly replied, “They're ready. Can we summon the souls tonight?”
“Yes, tonight, after midnight.”
Fan Feng's expression became serious. If Ancient Sorcerer could bring back Lai Fangming's soul tonight, they might find a breakthrough in the case from a few years ago!
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