Chapter 31

As the crow flew away, Wuxiaode glanced at its tail feathers.

Whether it was an illusion or something else, he always felt that the crow's tail feathers had grown longer and emitted a faint, ink-black glow.

— According to it, there were few ability users in the necromancy category.

Perhaps it was also rapidly improving its strength, just like himself?

This was a mutually beneficial good thing.

Anyway.

Brother Crow was pretty good.

At this moment, a commotion came from the street outside the night market.

Zhao Junyu turned his head and said casually, "These people, once they drink too much, they start causing trouble."

Wuxiaode also glanced at the street outside.

He saw a group of people grabbing a young man and taking turns to beat him.

"Are there cameras on this street?" Wuxiaode continued to gnaw on a chicken leg, asking indistinctly.

"This is the busiest night market in the evening, cameras are everywhere," Xia Huilan replied.

"Then there's nothing to worry about," Wuxiaode said.

As they were talking, the group had already beaten the man to the ground.

Blood started to flow from the man's head.

"Blood!" Xia Huilan covered her mouth and said.

"It looks like you were wrong," Zhao Junyu said with a smile to Wuxiaode.

Wuxiaode looked up and saw that the moment the man fell to the ground, covered in blood, the group immediately sobered up and scattered, quickly disappearing from sight.

"A bunch of spineless and brainless guys," Wuxiaode shook his head, stood up, and walked over.

"What is he doing?" Xia Huilan asked curiously.

"Who? Xiaowu or the one being beaten?" Zhao Junyu asked.

Wuxiaode walked straight through the long street, approached the man, and squatted down, saying, "How are you? Can you still move?"

"I guess... I can't," the man said, gritting his teeth.

"Don't move, let me check," Wuxiaode said.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Sort of."

The man relaxed and cried, "I won't let them off, I will find a chance—"

"What chance?" Wuxiaode interrupted, "Winning means jail, losing means hospital. If you can avoid a fight, do so."

The man said resentfully, "But—"

Wuxiaode interrupted him again, "Look at you, one rib is broken, another is cracked, a 9-centimeter scalp wound, nasal bone fracture, finger bone fracture, tsk, there's also a scratch on your face, though not very obvious, it's enough to qualify as a minor injury."

The man said angrily, "Yes, I'm in such a state, I must—"

"Call the police and an ambulance, once the injury assessment is out, they'll have to compensate you with a few hundred thousand. It's that simple," Wuxiaode said calmly.

"A few hundred thousand!" the man exclaimed.

"Yes, a minor injury can already lead to criminal charges. If they don't pay, they go to jail. It's that simple," Wuxiaode said.

He started to help call the ambulance and the police.

"Doctor, are you sure? You're not messing with me?" the man asked hurriedly.

"Check it online yourself, there won't be any problem. By the way, when the doctor asks you about the incident in the hospital, just say you don't remember."

"Why?"

"Concussion, brother."

"What else should I pay attention to?"

"Dizziness, unable to urinate."

"Anything else?"

"Prepare to claim compensation or send them to jail, brother. Once you have the money, what do you want to do next?"

The man was stunned for a moment, lying on the ground, took out his phone, and started selecting a car on a car app.

"I've always wanted this car..." he said with a look of longing.

After a while.

The police car arrived.

The ambulance also arrived, and before the man was lifted onto the ambulance, he insisted on thanking Wuxiaode, added him as a friend, and sent a red envelope.

Wuxiaode waved goodbye to him, walked back, sat down, and continued eating.

Xia Huilan and Zhao Junyu stared at him.

"What are you looking at?" Wuxiaode asked, puzzled.

"Xiaowu, how do you know all this?" Xia Huilan asked.

"We should love our profession, right? If you don't know the criminal law and case studies, how can you dare to fight on the street?" Wuxiaode shrugged.

He glanced at the floating Book of the Dead.

A few lines of icy, deep-cold crystal words appeared on the page:

"Although your soul power is full, your physical strength is severely depleted."

"While you are eating and resting, your physical strength will gradually recover."

"Please continue eating."

What else could he say? Keep eating!

Wuxiaode buried his head and wolfed down his food.

Suddenly.

A lot of people appeared in this area.

They walked past various stalls, sat down at different night market stalls, looking like they were indeed there to eat.

The stalls around Wuxiaode and his friends were quickly filled with people.

The entire night market became lively.

Zhao Junyu looked around and frowned, saying, "Xiaowu, someone is looking for you."

"Who?" Wuxiaode asked, holding his bowl and eating.

"It's me."

A voice came.

A muscular man with a broad back walked through the crowd and sat down at Wuxiaode's table, smiling and saying,

"Hello, Master Iron Wire Fist, I heard you were in seclusion, but it seems you are eating night snacks now."

Wuxiaode was puzzled and glanced at Zhao Junyu.

Zhao Junyu smiled, "Two hours ago, after I finished cleaning the floor, I thought you would rest for a while, so I tried to hold them off."

Wuxiaode immediately understood.

Zhao Junyu had gone to the Riverside Road Food God Hotel to clean the floor and found an excuse to hold off the real people behind the scenes.

Now they had come looking for him.

"Pleased to meet you, who are you?" he put down his bowl and asked.

"Fu Zhengyang, a Tiger Crane Style boxer, with 15 soul points, here to deliver a message from a few big shots," the man said.

"Big shots or not, hiding in the shadows, afraid to show your face, but good at killing and robbing, what do you have to say?" Wuxiaode grinned, showing his white teeth.

He glanced at Xia Huilan subtly.

— This time, they might have found the real culprits.

The big shots who wanted to seize Xia Huilan's research results and then kill her.

They had finally sent a high-level expert with 15 soul points to meet him.

Fu Zhengyang said, "The previous incident... was a misunderstanding. I am here to apologize on behalf of the big shots. We made a mistake, and it was our fault."

"Okay, please continue," Wuxiaode said.

Fu Zhengyang said, "Starting tomorrow, Miss Xia can return to work. In the future, she will receive 10% of the profits from her research results."

"As for you, name your price. How much compensation will satisfy you for this incident?"

Wuxiaode looked at Zhao Junyu and asked curiously, "His terms are not as good as yours."

Fu Zhengyang interjected, "Actually, our terms are the real ones."

"Are his fake?" Wuxiaode pointed at Zhao Junyu.

"Not exactly... but reaching an understanding with the big shots behind me means Miss Xia's safety is guaranteed," Fu Zhengyang smiled.

Wuxiaode's eyes narrowed, he took a sip of water from the table, and said slowly,

"If we hadn't survived, there wouldn't be these terms, right?"

"Of course," Fu Zhengyang shook his head, somewhat wistfully, "When you have the strength, you have the right to speak."

"So this kind of thing has happened many times, and we are almost the only ones who survived," Wuxiaode said.

Fu Zhengyang thought for a moment and nodded, "You have the strength."

Crack.

Wuxiaode crushed the glass in his hand.

He wore a relaxed smile and said softly, "If I could get a large sum of money and take care of Sister Lan, I would be very satisfied."

"So you agree?" Fu Zhengyang also smiled.

"Not really," Wuxiaode said.

"...Why? Is the money not enough? Or do you have some additional conditions?" Fu Zhengyang asked calmly.

"No additional conditions, because I won't agree," Wuxiaode said.

"There must be a reason," Fu Zhengyang looked at him and said calmly, "In this world, interests are the real driving force. To be able to practice the Iron Wire Fist to that level, I thought you were a flexible person."

"I started fighting at seven, of course, I know how to be flexible, and I like money... but there's no way," Wuxiaode said.

"Is it because of him?" Fu Zhengyang looked at Zhao Junyu.

"No," Wuxiaode said.

"Is there a hidden reason?" Fu Zhengyang asked.

"Yes," Wuxiaode said.

"What hidden reason? Tell me, maybe we can help smooth things over," Fu Zhengyang said.

Wuxiaode leaned forward and said softly, "It can't be smoothed over, because you killed me—I'm already dead."

Fu Zhengyang was stunned.

He said he—was already dead?

Wuxiaode nodded and smiled, "This grudge can't be smoothed over with any amount of money."

"Go back and tell the big shots behind you, they will die."

Fu Zhengyang was silent for a moment, then stood up and said without turning back,

"Starting tomorrow, we will petition the emperor to challenge the royal guardians in a fight to the death. I hope you are prepared to be killed on the arena."

He quickly left.

The people sitting at the various night market stalls stood up and followed him, disappearing into the darkness.

Zhao Junyu looked worried.

This was a big deal.

The face had been torn, and various factions would challenge Wuxiaode. If he failed, the outcome would be death.

Father... was in poor condition and probably couldn't stop the upcoming life-and-death battles.

Zhao Junyu looked at Wuxiaode, who picked up his bowl, put some food in it, and continued eating without lifting his head.

Zhao Junyu hesitated for a long time, finally unable to hold back, and whispered,

"Xiaowu."

"Hmm?"

"Fu Zhengyang's backers have operated in the empire for hundreds of years, their strength is unfathomable, and they have many experts."

"Understood."

"Then—"

Xia Huilan interrupted him and asked directly,

"Xiaowu, is this person behind the big shots who want to deal with us?"

"Yes," Wuxiaode said while eating.

"Why not compromise? What are you planning?"

"They are just temporarily compromising, Sister Lan. Once I'm not around, they will eat you down to the bone, so—"

Wuxiaode said seriously, "For the sake of those who have been oppressed and killed by them, for you, for me, I will never compromise."

Xia Huilan fell silent.

Zhao Junyu's expression changed, and after a long hesitation, he asked,

"Fight?"

"Fight!" Wuxiaode said calmly.