Shen Zhongshan was in high spirits at the moment. Seated in a private room of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he held an exceptionally alluring woman in his arms, his large hands roaming roughly over her delicate body.
Perhaps due to his overeagerness, the enchanting woman couldn’t stop giggling coyly.
“Miss Jin, why not just yield to our leader? This is the first time our leader has been so infatuated with a woman. He didn’t even finish handling the gang’s affairs before rushing over here in a hurry,” said the speaker—a dark, obese man dressed in a loose gray robe. His waist was as thick as a barrel, nearly twice the girth of an average person. After speaking, he immediately began panting slightly.
“That’s right, Miss Jin Zhi! Our leader has been coming to support you every afternoon for five days straight, spending a fortune! And yet, you only let him hold and caress you, not even allowing him to stay the night. Isn’t that a bit too much?” This time, it was a middle-aged scholar with a black mole on his face who spoke. His eyes revealed a sinister and ruthless demeanor, suggesting a man skilled in scheming.
Besides Shen Zhongshan, there were three other men in the room—the three great guardians of the Siping Gang.
The obese man was “Mad Fist” Qian Jin. Despite his extraordinary bulk, he had mastered the “Eighteen Frenzied Strikes” to perfection and had defeated many renowned masters.
The scholar was “Venomous Scholar” Fan Ju. Although he practiced a fierce “Snow Wind Sword Technique,” his reputation stemmed more from his ruthless and merciless nature.
The man in black, who had remained silent all this time, was “Flying Dagger” Shen San, the most skilled martial artist among the three guardians. His unique technique of consecutively throwing eighteen flying daggers had eliminated many masters who came seeking revenge against Shen Zhongshan. Additionally, as a distant relative of Shen Zhongshan, he enjoyed the leader’s utmost trust within the gang.
Like Shen Zhongshan, each of these three men had a beautiful woman sitting in their laps. However, none of these women could compare to the one in Shen Zhongshan’s embrace—so captivating, so voluptuous, and so utterly enchanting.
Upon hearing the words of “Mad Fist” and “Venomous Scholar” Fan Ju, the giggling Jin Zhi immediately teared up, as if on the verge of shedding tears at any moment.
“Lord Fan and Lord Qian, you wrong me so! The moment I saw Lord Shen, I knew he was a true hero. To be with him day and night is something I could only dream of!”
“But surely you both know that my body belongs to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Without Madam Wang’s permission, if I were to take a guest without authorization, I would be beaten to death. Why doesn’t Lord Shen speak with Madam Wang? If she agrees to let me take guests, I will surely serve Lord Shen well tonight.” The top courtesan of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion spoke in a delicate, melodious voice, her words dripping with seemingly genuine affection for Shen Zhongshan.
These half-truths left Qian Jin and Fan Ju at a loss for words, exchanging helpless glances.
Of course, they had inquired about the price for Jin Zhi’s overnight services. However, Madam Wang, using the excuse that Jin Zhi had never before stayed the night with a guest, demanded an exorbitant sum that even a gang leader like Shen Zhongshan found staggering. Thus, the matter had remained unresolved.
Naturally, forcing the issue was out of the question! The Xiaoxiang Pavilion was owned by one of the three major gangs of Jiayuan City—the Tianba Gang. Causing trouble here would be nothing short of suicide!
Having been tactfully rejected by the top courtesan, the two men vented their frustrations on the women in their laps, groping them fiercely before finally calming down.
“Haha! Thank you, my dear brothers, for worrying about my affairs! But it’s no matter. I recently closed a major business deal, so this small sum is nothing. As for you, my beauty, don’t go back on your word! You must serve me well later!” Shen Zhongshan, who was currently indulging in his fantasies with Jin Zhi, suddenly planted a rough kiss on the fragrant cheek of the beauty in his arms and spoke with a hint of smugness.
Shen Zhongshan was a burly man with black hair covering his arms and chest. His arms were noticeably longer than those of an average person, making him look like a clothed beast—quite hideous and intimidating.
Yet, this crude and ugly man had, several years ago, used his masterful “Arm-Extending Fist” to kill the former leader of the Siping Gang, “Golden Pen” Gou Tianpo, and his four trusted guardians, seizing the position of gang leader. Thus, in the martial world of Jiayuan City, he was undoubtedly a renowned first-class expert, not to be underestimated.
“Lord Shen!” Jin Zhi acted exceedingly shy in response to Shen Zhongshan’s sudden kiss, snuggling coquettishly in his arms and eliciting a triumphant laugh from him.
*Knock, knock, knock!* Just then, someone rapped on the door.
“Who is it?” snapped the already irritated “Mad Fist” Qian Jin.
“It’s the waiter bringing drinks for you, honored guests,” replied a young man’s voice from outside.
“Then hurry up and bring them in! Lord Qian is complaining there’s not enough wine!” the obese man retorted without a second thought.
Following Qian Jin’s words, a young man dressed as a servant entered the room. This ordinary-looking youth carried a tray laden with dishes and two pots of wine.
“Quick, bring the wine here! Let me taste it first!” Qian Jin, a typical drunkard, immediately brightened at the sight of the two wine pots and began clamoring incessantly.
“Yes, sir! I’ll bring it right over!” The servant hurried forward and placed the wine pots on the table.
The moment Qian Jin saw the wine, he grabbed one of the pots and was about to take a swig to savor the flavor.
“Wait, fatty!” The usually silent Shen San in black suddenly shouted, stopping Qian Jin from drinking.
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