Chương 50: Sikong Zhaixing

Yellow Leaf Town. The Black Tiger Gang, Gang Leader's private practice room. This area was one of the Black Tiger Gang's forbidden zones. Except for Feng Han, no one was permitted to enter on pain of death. Although night had fallen, the area was brightly lit. Guards were stationed every ten steps, staying alert day and night. In a rare, dark corner nearby, a tiny creature crouched, its eyes glinting as it assessed the surroundings.

If someone were to get close and look carefully, they would discover it was a baby monkey, no bigger than a kitten. It had snuck in through the drainage pipes, maneuvering its way to this spot. Its fur had been dyed a grimy, blackish hue—whether intentionally or accidentally, it made it nearly impossible to detect in the shadows. Naturally, this was Song Que controlling the little monkey through a Split Soul. Seeing the two guard squads rotate, it shot out like a gust of wind.

Its nimble hands gripped the tree trunk, and with two or three leaps, it vanished behind the canopy. Waiting until no one was paying attention, it silently slipped to the base of the room and nimbly darted inside through a ventilation grate near the eaves. The entire sequence of actions was fluid and silent, not making a single sound. Song "James Bond" Que was very satisfied with his performance; no one around had detected anything amiss. The plan was 90% successful.

He approached the bookshelf by the wall and climbed up nimbly. Standing beside the vase, he mimicked Feng Han's movements, carefully rotating it to one side. Kreeeeeak... The revolving door gave a slight friction sound. Blended with the rustling of leaves outside the courtyard, it would be impossible to notice unless one was listening with extreme care.

"Did you hear that sound just now?" A guard outside asked his companion not far away. The other guard shook his head, puzzled, and replied casually:"No. Probably just a rat, a cat, or someone in another room." The first guard only asked out of routine. Hearing this, he nodded, satisfied, and returned to his vigil. Inside the room, Song Que let out a silent sigh of relief. Thank goodness the craftsmanship of this era's mechanisms had stood the test; the quality of the door was guaranteed.

It hadn't caused any unforeseen complications. Not daring to light a flame, Song Que closed his eyes and sensed the room with his Domain. He carefully approached the table in the center. The most important items he needed were right there. Suppressing his excitement, he swept the book, the jade bottle, and the six ginseng roots into his Storage Space. Seeing everything lying safely inside, he let out a long breath.

Thank goodness these aren't too heavy, otherwise, the little monkey might have struggled to carry them. If it hadn't worked, he would have had to force the little monkey to take the risk of carrying the secret manual out manually. Whether that would have succeeded was anyone's guess. This is much better. With the objective achieved, Song Que grew leisurely. He didn't rush, taking a stroll around the shelves. The room was filled with nothing but gold, silver, and jewelry. It seemed Old Feng's taste was truly vulgar.

He didn't even know how to collect a few paintings or art pieces. Grandee Song regarded money as dirt, but leaving dirt scattered around like this polluted the environment! This is bad practice. Song Que felt he had no choice but to 'clean up' for Old Feng. He left behind several coral branches and a golden tiger statue that were too heavy to move. Whatever, I'll leave those for Old Feng. Looking at the room with satisfaction, he followed the original path back to the tree branch outside.

Before leaving, he left Old Feng a letter, wishing him a speedy recovery. He had to pay Mr. Xu quite a few lessons to learn enough new characters to write this—it was truly a labor of love. Standing in the canopy, Song Que mused as he looked at the dark room. Things had gone far smoother than he expected. He had been mentally prepared to sacrifice the monkey; as long as he got the manual into his storage, it would have been a success. But this? This was a success beyond his wildest dreams!

Leaving now, he felt a twinge of guilt. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Sighing, Song Que apologized for three seconds. Old Feng has sacrificed so much for me; I really should leave him some startup capital. Thinking of this, in high spirits, Song Que took the largest, heaviest gold bar from his Storage Space and threw it hard toward the room. BAM... CLATTER... Following it was a scene of chaos and panic.

Grandee Song happily hopped into the drainage pipe and vanished into the night, leaving a trail of smashed eggs and scattered chickens in his wake.... The Five Flavors Pavilion. He was chatting happily with Lu Ji and Liang Jing. He didn't forget to secretly observe his Split Soul's actions. Only when the monkey successfully grabbed the manual did he let out a soft breath.

With his heart completely unburdened, Song Que enthusiastically raised his glass to drink with the two, and the atmosphere in the room instantly reached a climax.... The Black Tiger Gang. Looking at the room filled only with coral and a golden tiger, Feng Han felt the world spinning; he had to lean on Yue Chao to keep from collapsing. Staring at the gold bar on the floor and the letter on the table, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he growled in a hoarse voice:"Read it for me!"

A Black Tiger Gang member stepped forward, picked up the letter, opened it, and glanced at Feng Han. He hesitated, not daring to read it.

"READ!" Feng Han's eyes were filled with blood, his murderous aura reaching the heavens. The lackey, terrified, retreated a step and dared not delay, picking up the letter and reading aloud:"I heard the Black Tiger Gang is righteous and generous, and Gang Leader Feng Han is a man who finds joy in helping others. This little brother was passing through, but my purse was somewhat light. I've borrowed a bit of silver from Brother Feng for emergency relief.

I didn't have time to inform you in advance, so I hope Brother Feng won't take it to heart. Signed, Sikong Zhaixing." Hearing the final words, Feng Han couldn't hold it back any longer. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth, and his vision went black. The Black Tiger Gang erupted in panic, rushing to summon a physician. A short while later, Old Feng finally woke up from the shock. Looking at his subordinates who were staring at him with worried faces, Feng Han took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind.

He swept his gaze over the bound guards in the courtyard and said in a deep voice:"Tell me every detail you know! If you dare conceal anything, don't blame me for disregarding our history!" But Song—James Bond—Que had been too clean. He hadn't left behind a single hair! The guards looked at each other, fumbling for ages without producing a single useful clue.

"Gang Leader, it seems the opponent's martial arts are unfathomable. To be able to sneak into a forbidden zone without anyone noticing and steal such a massive amount of items—we can't afford to provoke them!" Fck, they're literally shtting on my head! Who wants to provoke them?! Feng Han glared at the speaker with eyes that could devour a man, making the lackey tremble in terror and shut his mouth.

"I don't think so. This person is a thief. They could have used methods we didn't expect, like disguises or secret passages, to steal the items. If their martial arts were truly that superlative, they wouldn't need to resort to petty thievery. With just one word from them, who in this town would dare refuse to hand over their wealth?" Another elder spoke up.

"Elder Xing is right. It's also possible the thief succeeded a long time ago and deliberately created a distraction today to mislead us."

"Impossible! I checked the secret room this afternoon; everything was still intact!" Feng Han immediately denied it. He had just stashed the Python Tendon Pill away; it hadn't even had time to cool down! Thinking of this, Old Feng's heart dripped blood again.

"Master, I don't know how the opponent did it. But since the thief only dared to proceed secretly, it proves they don't dare clash directly with our Black Tiger Gang. Now that the city is locked down, they can't possibly smuggle such a large amount of goods out! What we should do now is conduct a thorough search!" Hearing Yue Chao's analysis, Feng Han's eyes lit up. Like a drowning man grabbing a straw, he immediately issued orders:"A'Chao is right! Issue the order: search the entire city!

I want to dig three feet under to find that thief! I want to personally mince him into ten thousand pieces!"

"Also, the thief deliberately caused a commotion—this could be a 'distract the east to attack the west' maneuver. It's highly likely he's hiding among our own brothers! Search everyone thoroughly, leave no stone unturned!" Once he calmed down, Old Feng was an incredibly rational man. He delegated tasks with perfect precision. The Black Tiger Gang was like a sleeping tiger that had been poked awake, baring its fangs and claws in a fury, stirring up all of Yellow Leaf Town.... The Five Flavors Pavilion.

Hearing the shouting and the clashing of weapons coming from downstairs, Liang Jing frowned in annoyance. Cupping his hands apologetically toward Lu Ji and Song Que, he personally went downstairs to see who on earth had the guts to clash with the Iron Blade Society, making him lose so much face!

"STOP!" Seeing his own brothers being surrounded by a group of Black Tiger Gang members, Liang Jing roared furiously.

"What is the Black Tiger Gang trying to do?" On the other side, an elder stepped forward, cupped his hands, and replied in a deep voice:"Guild Master Liang, we are acting under the orders of our Gang Leader to search the entire town. I hope you can understand." Hearing this, Liang Jing laughed in anger:"Haha! So, does that mean the Iron Blade Society must open our doors and move aside to let you in for an inspection?!"

"Guild Master Liang, we have an urgent matter in the gang. I hope you can make things convenient for us; otherwise, it will be very difficult for me to answer to the Gang Leader."

"Get lost! Otherwise, don't blame me for starting a massacre today!" Seeing Liang Jing's icy eyes, the elder hesitated. But he didn't dare leave. The situation turned into a tense, silent standoff. Just then:"The Gang Leader is here!" As if granted amnesty, he hurriedly slipped behind Feng Han.

"Feng Han, what are you trying to do?" Looking at his lifelong rival, Liang Jing felt a surge of shock. If it weren't for the familiar facial features and the gang members' reverent titles, he wouldn't have recognized the man at all! It was true, Old Feng had regained his composure, but he looked completely haggard, as if he had aged ten years overnight! He no longer exuded the aura of a 'raging tiger descending a mountain'; instead, he was now as gloomy as a venomous snake waiting to bite.

The chilling, dark gaze he cast toward him made Liang Jing shudder.

"Brother Liang, our Black Tiger Gang is hunting someone. I ask that you give me some face and move aside. I will owe you a favor." Something's wrong. Feng Han had never spoken to him so submissively before. Liang Jing's heart surged with curiosity. But today he was hosting important guests; if someone tore up his shop, wouldn't he lose all his face? Turning it over in his mind, he couldn't find a single clue.