Chapter 24: The Crisis in the Small Boat

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As the night deepened, the Yuzhou River became more and more lively.

The constables of Yuzhou’s county changed their clothes and came to the redlight district in groups.

“This is f*cking martial law. I’m so tired.”

“That’s right. It’s tiring to post notices every day.”

“That mysterious swordsman probably left the Jiangnan Dao long ago. Why should we waste our efforts?”

“That’s for the best.”

…

Han Wenxin turned around and looked at the people who were nagging. “Alright, alright. Let’s go out and have fun. Let’s not talk about those annoying things.”

“Chief Han is right. Have fun today.”

Head Constable Qin nodded in agreement.

The group of people skillfully entered the pleasure boat, and soon after, sounds of moving cups and laughter could be heard.

Not long after, Han Wenxin walked out with a beautiful woman in his arms.

“Xiao Huan, I’ll show you my power today,” Han Wenxin said with a flushed face.

With Brother An’s medicine, Han Wenxin felt that he could fight ten people today.

“How could I not know how powerful you are?” Xiao Huan extended a finger and tapped Han Wenxin’s forehead with a smile.

“You can’t fix any ceramics without the diamond drill. Everyone says I’m a diamond drill in Yuzhou.”

Han Wenxin laughed proudly, then entered the private room behind the pleasure boat with the woman.

Just before entering, Han Wenxin secretly took out a pill that had been brewed long ago, the calming medicine.

“Slow down… Don’t be in such a hurry… boo-hoo.”

Soon, delicate laughter came from the private room.

However, a few minutes later, Han Wenxin felt extremely uncomfortable.

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

There was a strange smell in the air and Han Wenxin paused.

“What happened to constable Han?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Han Wenxin resisted the urge in his stomach and broke out in cold sweat.

Xiao Huan also found Han Wenxin a little strange and thought that he was at the climax.

However, Han Wenxin found it increasingly unbearable.

“This is bad!”

Han Wenxin hurriedly leaped forward and ran out of the ship like a madman.

“Constable Han!”

Xiao Huan lay on the bed and looked at Han Wenxin’s back in shock.

“Make way! Make way!”

Han Wenxin, who had rushed out of the private room, shouted at the crowd with bloodshot eyes.

Meanwhile, the people who were indulging in wine and drinking were also stunned. They stared blankly at Han Wenxin who suddenly rushed out.

Wasn’t Constable Han having fun?

What was going on?

Why was he covering his butt?

“Water! Water! Make way!”

Han Wenxin staggered and pushed Head Constable Qin who was in front of him away. He held his butt and jumped into the river like a pig being slaughtered.

Plop!

Water splashed everywhere, creating countless splashes, shaking the pleasure boat.

…

An Jing changed his clothes and returned to the cruise ship.

At this moment, Zhou Xianming was already slightly tipsy. There were several wine cups placed in front of him. He spoke eloquently, “Peppered beyond belief, beg for forgiveness. Hidden Dragon Snake, save yourself…”

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“Mr. Zhou, it’s getting late. We should go back,” An Jing said as he walked to Zhou Xianming’s side.

“Late?” Zhou Xianming laughed foolishly. “It’s not late yet. I still want to drink.”

“Still drinking?”

An Jing raised his eyebrows and said, “Mr. Zhou, didn’t you say that you were going to enlighten the student tonight? It’s not good to delay the proper business.”

He had already obtained the clues to the opportunity. It would be a waste of time for him to stay here with Zhou Xianming.

When Zhou Xianming heard that, he seemed to have thought of something and his face darkened. “We’re going back. It’s indeed time to go back.”

An Jing nodded slightly. The two of them then walked out of the pleasure boat and summoned a boatman beside them.

At this moment, a tragic cry came from afar, followed by the sound of a huge object falling into the river, scaring Zhou Xianming.

“Who?! This is so degrading!” Zhou Xianming raised his eyebrows and shouted.

An Jing said in a low voice, “Let’s go, let’s go. If you’re from the martial arts world, you might be thinking about us. When the time comes, you’ll reward the two of us with those metal blades. That won’t be worth it.”

“Let’s get on the ship and leave.”

When Zhou Xianming heard the words “martial world”, his body trembled and he shut his mouth, not saying another word.

Although Zhou Xianming often talked about the martial world in the teahouse, he was actually just a weak scholar who was very timid and afraid of trouble. An Jing still remembered that there was once a time when a few gangsters from the martial world came to drink tea and listen to stories. When Zhou Xianming talked about the exciting parts, he was prepared to end work and wait for the next day to continue. However, those gangsters did not let Zhou Xianming leave. At first, Zhou Xianming was unwilling to talk about it, but when they held a knife to his neck, he was so scared that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He could only continue honestly.

In his own words, a gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall.

“Brother An is right. If you speak too much, you will lose. If you speak too much, it will hurt others. A gentleman keeps his mouth shut. Let’s hurry up and leave.”

Zhou Xianming shuddered and urged An Jing to board the ship.

…

The lights in the Ji Shi Hall were dim.

Zhao Qingmei took out An Jing’s autumn coat and began sewing.

“Miss, Young Master and Zhou Xianming went to the Red Mansion pleasure boat,” Tan Yun whispered.

Zhao Qingmei lowered her head and remained silent.

“Also, he entered the room with a singer called Man Yue.”

Tan Yun’s voice trailed off as she scrutinized Zhao Qingmei carefully.

Zhao Qingmei paused for a moment before continuing to mend her autumn clothes.

Tan Yun knew Zhao Qingmei too well. The calmer she was, the angrier she felt.

“Miss…”

“Go and rest first.”

“Yes.”

Tan Yun sighed softly and walked out of the room.

Even after Tan Yun had left, Zhao Qingmei was still sewing her autumn clothes, as if she had not been affected by her words at all.

Outside the hall, Tan Yun took a deep breath and looked at Lil Blackie who was lying on the ground. She said fiercely, “Indeed! Not a single man is good!”

“What happened to you?”

At this moment, An Jing walked in. When he heard Tan Yun’s words, he had a strange look on his face. Could it be that this little girl Tan Yun had been deceived?

“Nothing? I say, this bastard is really heartless!”

Tan Yun ignored An Jing. She pointed at Lil Blackie and said, “You have food at home but you insist on eating shit outside. You’re asking for a beating.”

With that, Tan Yun kicked Lil Blackie.

“Ao… Oof!”

Lil Blackie was dozing off when he was kicked awake.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you venting your anger on the dog?”

An Jing was confused. He poured a cup of tea and took a sip. “Did you get angry or were you deceived?”

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Tan Yun glared fiercely at Lil Blackie and said, “No, I just wanted to teach this dog a lesson. It doesn’t know how to appreciate favors. We gave it food, drinks, and even gave it a stable home, but it actually goes out every day.”

“Don’t you think it’s despicable?”

“Woof woof!” Lil Blackie shouted pitifully.

“Indeed…”

An Jing nodded. He felt that Tan Yun was acting weird today, so he put down the teacup and walked into the inner hall..

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