“Ahh——”
A group of ruffians were snickering lewdly in the courtyard when suddenly a shriek, like a pig being slaughtered, erupted from the room.
“Oh no—it’s the boss’s voice! Quick—”
“Ah—”
A group of ruffians were leering and laughing in the courtyard when suddenly, a scream like that of a slaughtered pig erupted from inside the house.
“Something’s wrong, that’s the voice of the boss! Quick…”
The masked man swiftly knocked down the leader of the ruffians with a few punches and kicks. Then, with a flash of his sword, he left the character for “sin” on the wall as his signature. Immediately after, he scooped up the young girl and leaped onto the windowsill like lightning.
From the moment her savior appeared, whether out of shock or awe, the distressed girl stopped crying on her own. As the hero lifted her, her ample bosom pressed forward, erasing any semblance of propriety between them.
“Uh—” Even the chivalrous hero, being flesh and blood, was caught off guard by the unexpected contact, causing his legs to weaken and nearly sending him tumbling from the windowsill.
“Thief, don’t run!” A clear voice rang out in the night sky. Just as the hero appeared at the window, a cold light tore through the misty darkness. “Take this!”
The assailant shouted first, then threw the dart, clearly aiming to trap the hero inside the room.
The hero dared not risk blocking the dart, especially with a fragile girl in his arms. However, he didn’t intend to comply with his opponent’s wishes either. With one foot forward and the other back on the windowsill, his tall figure leaned forward instead of retreating, his body parallel to the ground.
“Whoosh—” The sharp dart grazed past his hair, while the hero pushed off the windowsill with his toes, his figure shooting through the air like an arrow, disappearing into the night in an instant.
The interceptor was none other than Beigong Zheng. Seeing his opponent’s ghostly agility, he could only grit his teeth in frustration, regretting his underestimation. He never expected such a skilled fighter in the small town of Liuwang!
From the moment the boss’s scream was heard until the hero’s departure, everything happened in mere moments. It was only then that the ruffians finally broke down the door, shouting and yelling.
In the chaos, neither the hero nor Beigong Zheng noticed that as the dart flew past the window, the trembling girl’s lips moved slightly, exhaling a breath so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet it subtly altered the dart’s trajectory.
“Ah… it’s terrible, the boss has been killed by the hero!”
Curious moonlight pushed through the clouds, slipping into the chaotic room and illuminating a dart—a small swallow dart—lodged squarely in the boss’s heart!
“What happened to the boss?”
After a while of exclamations, the drunken and staggering Da San finally returned from the outhouse. Seeing the scene, he shook his head vigorously and couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “Damn it, I just took a piss, and now the boss is gone?!”
An hour after the murder, in the newly renovated county office of Liuwang Town.
Beigong Ping quietly watched Beigong Zheng, who was deep in thought against the wall. The legendary constable asked with profound meaning, “Zheng, have you figured it out?”
“I understand now! I didn’t accidentally kill anyone!”
The young man in white, with the blood of a constable flowing through his veins, stood up from his self-reproach. Concentrating, he replayed every detail of the incident in his mind.
“Father, my position at the time made it impossible for me to have mistakenly killed the boss!”
At this point, the young man still couldn’t completely rid himself of his impulsive nature. Breathing heavily, he said with hatred, “What a shameless thief, daring to frame me! Hero, I will never let this go!”
Besides Da San, the constable’s son now had another enemy to gnash his teeth at.
“Sigh! Zheng, I know you’ve been harboring resentment and frustration, which is why you’ve become so impulsive. But since it’s come to this, let it be.”
“I…” Beigong Zheng’s face stiffened, his eyes lowered, and for a long time, he didn’t speak a word, no longer resembling the impulsive youth he once was.
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“Achoo! Damn it, who’s talking about me?!” A sneeze rang out loudly in the night. Qiao San, using drunkenness as an excuse, left the chaotic Cai family courtyard.
“Damn it! A bunch of idiots!”
The commotion wasn’t solely due to the boss’s death; more of the noise was about who would become the new boss! With Qiao San’s shrewdness, he certainly wouldn’t wade into such troubled waters at this critical moment.
“Huh?!” Sensing something, Qiao San, without turning his head, heard a faint footstep behind him. He quickened his pace, and so did the other person. He slowed down, and so did they. Wasn’t this clearly—a tail?!
As he entered a dark corner, Qiao San suddenly sped up, running forward. The shadow behind him, in a panic, also rushed forward.
“Ah!” A cry of pain as the sneaky figure was tripped and fell to the ground.
“Heh, heh… daring to follow me, tell me, why…” The ruffian San, stepping out of the shadows, was about to boast when, upon seeing the other person roll over, he froze, becoming speechless!
“Savior, I mean no harm. I’m just homeless and afraid of being caught by the bad guys, so I followed you! Wuwu…”
The faint moonlight revealed the person’s delicate face. Qiao San wasn’t familiar with her modest appearance, but his eyes instantly recognized her upon seeing her unique, ample bosom—it was the girl who had triggered the murder!
“Wuwu… Savior!”
The girl’s words were mournful and tearful, each syllable seemingly vibrating with a mysterious tremor, each sentence tugging at a man’s protective instincts. Coupled with the undulating waves of her exquisite bosom, it was utterly mesmerizing!
Qiao San’s mind heated up, feeling the girl’s pitiful state, and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to throw himself into danger for her!
Just as the ruffian San was about to bend down to help the pitiful girl, a cold stream of air, different from the heat in his brow, flashed through his body. The seasoned lecher abruptly withdrew his hand, shaking his head decisively. “Girl, don’t talk nonsense! Let me tell you, the one who died was my boss. Seeing your plight, I won’t capture you. Run away!”
“Savior, please save me! Thud!”
The girl’s slender frame suddenly knelt down, tears streaming as she pleaded, “My parents are dead, I’m just an orphan. I beg you to take me in, I’ll serve as your maid without complaint!”
The tremor in her voice remained, but its rhythm subtly changed, altering Qiao San’s perception.
In an instant, the image of her ample bosom strangely vanished from Qiao San’s senses. In his eyes, the girl appeared pure and sorrowful, like a blank sheet of paper. In a daze, Qiao San felt that if he didn’t stand up for justice now, he would be—worse than a beast!
“I…” The cold stream of air within the man began to waver, barely holding on. “Sigh… I’m really not your savior! You should go find the hero who saved you!”
From the moment the hero appeared, no one could tell whether the girl was too frightened or too stunned to react, but she had automatically stopped crying. And at the very moment the hero scooped her into his arms, her ample bosom pressed firmly against him, effectively erasing any gentlemanly distance between them.
“Uh—” The hero, though a righteous man, was still a flesh-and-blood male. The unexpected embrace of those soft mounds caught him off guard, causing his steps to falter. He nearly tumbled from the windowsill.
“Stop, you little thief!” A crisp shout pierced the night air. As the masked hero appeared at the window, a cold gleam suddenly tore through the night fog. “Take this!”
The assailant shouted first, then hurled a projectile. His clear intent was to corner the masked hero inside the room.
The masked hero dared not risk blocking the projectile, especially with a delicate woman in his arms. Yet he had no intention of playing into his opponent’s hands either. Planting both feet firmly on the windowsill, he leaned his tall frame forward, flipping his body parallel to the ground.
“Swish—” The sharp dart whizzed past his hair, while the hero pushed off the windowsill with his toes, shooting through the air like an arrow and vanishing into the night.
The one who had tried to intercept him was none other than Beigong Zheng. Watching helplessly as his opponent disappeared like a phantom, he gritted his teeth in frustration, cursing his own overconfidence. He never expected that a small town like Liumang could actually harbor such a formidable expert!
From the moment Cai Lao’s scream echoed out until the masked hero vanished, everything had happened in an instant. Only now did the ruffians finally crash through the door, shouting and screaming.
In the chaos, the masked hero didn’t realize it, nor did Beigong Zheng, that at the moment the dart flew past the window, the terrified girl had slightly moved her lips, exhaling a breath so faint it seemed negligible—but it subtly altered the dart’s trajectory.
“Ahh… It’s terrible! The boss has been killed by the masked hero!”
Curious moonlight pushed through the clouds, slipping into the chaotic room and landing precisely on a dart. The small swallow-shaped projectile was firmly embedded in Cai Lao’s chest.
“What happened to the boss?”
After a long moment of stunned shouting, the drunken and groggy Da Gan San finally returned from the toilet, witnessing the scene. The dazed man shook his head in disbelief, muttering, “Damn it! I was just taking a piss. How come the boss is gone when I get back?!”
An hour after the murder, within the newly renovated county office of Liumang Town.
Beigong Ping silently observed his son, Beigong Zheng, who stood in deep thought facing the wall. The legendary constable asked with meaning, “Son, have you figured it out yet?”
“Son understands! I did not accidentally kill anyone!”
The young man in white, carrying the bloodline of a renowned constable, stood up resolutely, stepping out of self-reproach. Every detail of the incident replayed clearly in his mind.
“Father, from my position, there was absolutely no way I could have killed Cai Lao!”
At this point, the young man still couldn’t completely suppress his impulsive nature. His breathing deepened as he spat out bitterly, “That despicable rogue! Daring to frame me! Masked Hero, you and I—this isn’t over!”
Now, besides Da Gan San, the Constable’s son had gained yet another enemy he loathed with every fiber of his being!
“Sigh! Son, your father knows there’s resentment and bitterness in your heart, which is why you’ve become so impulsive. But since things have come to this, let it be.”
“I…” Beigong Zheng’s face stiffened, his eyes lowered. He remained silent for a long time, no longer resembling the impulsive youth from earlier.
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“Achoo! Damn it! Who’s talking about me?!” A loud sneeze echoed through the night. Qiao San, feigning drunkenness, left the chaotic Cai mansion.
“Damn fools, the lot of them!”
The commotion wasn’t entirely due to the boss’s death; much of the noise came from arguments over who should become the new leader. With Qiao San’s cleverness, he naturally avoided getting involved in such a precarious situation.
“Huh?!” A sudden tingle ran through his spine. Without turning his head, Qiao San heard faint footsteps behind him. When he quickened his pace, so did the follower; when he slowed down, the follower did too. Wasn’t this clearly—tailgating him?!
As he entered a dark corner, Qiao San suddenly sped up, running forward. The shadow behind him hurriedly quickened its pace as well.
“Ah!” A pained cry rang out as the sneaking figure was tripped and fell flat on the ground.
“Heh, heh… Daring to tail Master San, huh? Speak up—why are you…” The ruffian San stepped out from the shadows, ready to boast a little. But as the figure turned over, his expression froze—he became speechless.
“Merciful Sir, I mean no harm. I simply have nowhere else to go, and I fear being captured by evil men again, so I followed you, Merciful Sir! Waaah…”
The pale moonlight illuminated the figure’s delicate face. Qiao San didn’t recognize her modest beauty, but when his eyes fell upon her uniquely prominent bosom, he instantly identified her—this was none other than the girl with the famous chest who had triggered the murder!
“Waaah… Merciful Sir!”
Her voice was sorrowful and plaintive, each word vibrating with a mysterious tremor, each sentence tugging at the protective instincts of any man. Combined with the mesmerizing curves of her ample chest, it was truly bewitching!
Qiao San’s mind clouded with heat. The girl seemed pitiful and helpless, stirring within him an uncontrollable urge to spill blood and sacrifice his life for her.
Just as the ruffian San was about to bend down to help the pitiful girl, a cool current, distinct from the warmth in his brow, flashed through his body. Suddenly, the notorious lecher withdrew his hand, shaking his head firmly, “Girl, don’t talk nonsense! Listen, the dead man was my boss. I feel sorry for you, but I won’t arrest you. Run along now!”
“Merciful Sir, please save me! Thud!”
Her slender body suddenly dropped to her knees, tearfully pleading, “My parents are gone, I am but a lonely orphan. I beg you, Merciful Sir, take me in. I will serve you as slave or maid, whatever you wish!”
Her voice still trembled with sorrow, but the rhythm subtly shifted, altering Qiao San’s perception.
In an instant, the extraordinary bosom vanished from his awareness. Before him stood a girl of pure innocence and deep sorrow, like an unmarked sheet of paper. Dazed, Qiao San felt that if he didn’t stand up for justice now, he would be no better than a beast!
“I…” The cool current within his body wavered, barely holding on. “Sigh… I’m really not your merciful savior! You should go find the masked hero who rescued you!”
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