Half an hour later.
In Jiang City, dusk had settled, and fine rain wove a gray net that blanketed the entire city's sky.
The street lamps cast a dim yellow glow, reflecting off the wet ground.
*Screech*
Shen Fei pulled the car over next to an alley.
"Brother Luo, we're here."
"Mm."
Qin Luo sat in the back seat, the dim light filtering through the windshield illuminating his face.
Raindrops continuously beat against the car windows, forming streaks that blurred his vision.
[Master has located a force member with an A-grade rating! Due to this person being accompanied by another A-grade individual, 100 loyalty points will be deducted! Current remaining: 415!]
[Huang Lingfeng: 20 years old, orphaned at a young age, raised his sister alone.]
[Huang Lingyu: 18 years old, orphaned at a young age, dependent on her brother.]
[Location: Alley in Jiang City's old district.]
As the system prompt faded.
Qin Luo calmly watched everything unfolding in the alley.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the alley.
A young man with cold eyes was delivering punch after punch to the face of the person before him.
"You bastard! Do you know who I am?!"
"You actually...!"
*Thwack!*
The response was even more violent punches
Rain and blood continuously dripped from the young man's fists.
*Thud!*
Until the beaten person collapsed on the ground, and just as the young man was about to continue.
"Brother."
"That's enough."
A woman wearing a coat walked over from the side.
She opened her umbrella and walked to the cold-eyed young man's side, then reached out to grab him, stopping him: "Brother, please stop hitting them, these people will probably be bedridden for half a month."
On the ground, besides the person who had just fallen, there were already six or seven people lying there groaning in pain.
By the looks of it... they were all beaten by this young man.
In the car.
Shen Fei looked at Huang Lingfeng with surprise, saying, "Brother Luo, this young man is something else, taking on seven or eight people is no problem for him."
"And from what I can see... he seems to have developed a hint of boxing prowess."
"If this is his natural talent, he's truly a martial arts genius!"
"Brother Luo, could he be the person you're looking for?"
Boxing prowess was something that could only be seen in masters who had reached great achievement.
Hearing this, Qin Luo chuckled: "He's the one I'm looking for. Let's go, Shen Fei."
"Yes, Brother Luo."
On Huang Lingfeng's side, he looked at his sister.
His cold expression gradually softened.
He revealed a smile and nodded, saying: "Alright."
He and his sister Huang Lingyu relied on each other to survive.
They had grown up in this old district, which was different from other areas of Jiang City.
The living conditions here were extremely harsh, with constant conflicts between rival gangs, making it very chaotic.
So finding a job was extremely difficult.
And his job... was being a fighter.
Moments later, a contact person came to the spot and stuffed an envelope into Huang Lingfeng's hands.
Inside the envelope was 1000.
Though it was only 1000.
It still made the siblings happy for quite a while.
They walked towards the alley exit with the envelope: "Brother, I want to buy a new umbrella."
Huang Lingyu held the umbrella, complaining as she pointed at the leaking top: "This umbrella is broken."
Huang Lingfeng nodded and smiled: "Sure, we have money now, let's buy a new one!"
"Then brother, can we go to that milk tea shop we couldn't try before? I want to taste what lemon water is like."
"Sure."
"Brother, I also want to buy a hair clip..."
"Buy whatever you want, we'll go to the two-dollar store."
"Brother, you're the best!"
As Huang Lingyu was smiling, she suddenly noticed the blood stains and bruises on Huang Lingfeng's face.
Her happy expression immediately fell.
She clenched her fists lightly and couldn't help but ask: "Brother... when can we leave this place?"
At these words.
Huang Lingfeng's eyes trembled slightly, he clenched his fists, his eyes showing a hint of depression.
Leave... of course I want to take my sister away from here...
But... in this old district, there are informants everywhere.
We've already... sunk deep into this quagmire.
No, I've sunk into this quagmire.
But my sister hasn't.
Huang Lingfeng's eyes were determined. Brother Jin had said that once he saved up 1 million, he could arrange for people to help his sister leave the old district.
His sister would have a bright future.
As for himself... it didn't matter anymore.
Thinking this, he smiled: "Once brother saves enough money, I'll take you away."
Huang Lingyu had shown wisdom beyond her years since childhood.
She knew everything, understood everything.
Leaving... saving money... how could it be so easy?
Those people would never play by the rules.
However, she still put on an expectant expression and smiled: "Okay, when we both leave here, we'll go see the outside world, and then we'll live in a big house!"
Huang Lingfeng nodded: "Mm."
But just as they were thinking this.
*Tap*
*Tap*
The sound of clear footsteps approached.
Then, a gentle voice like spring breeze came from ahead.
"Huang Lingfeng, your skills are impressive."
"Are you interested in serving my master?"
Hearing the voice, Huang Lingfeng frowned and instinctively moved in front of his sister.
*Boom!*
As lightning split the night sky, the flashing white light illuminated the figure blocking the siblings' path.
There stood.
Qin Luo in a black trench coat, its hem swaying with his steps, seeming to merge with the night.
Shen Fei followed closely behind, holding an umbrella for him, shielding him from the falling rain.
Qin Luo's steps were steady and powerful, each step carrying an intangible pressure.
This made Huang Lingfeng instinctively clench his fists.
Qin Luo's eyes were deep and penetrating, as if they could see through one's heart, with a faint smile playing on his lips that was impossible to read.
Huang Lingfeng clearly felt the pressure emanating from Qin Luo, the pressure of a powerful person.
Strong! This person was stronger than anyone Huang Lingfeng had ever met before!
Although the other's demeanor was gentle and warm, Huang Lingfeng, who had grown up in this old district, wouldn't let his guard down so easily!
He took a deep breath and calmly asked: "Who is... your master?"
Master, could it be Brother Jin's rival?
Huang Lingyu looked at Qin Luo curiously, this person seemed... quite gentle, didn't he?
Why was her brother so tense?
Hearing this, Qin Luo's lips curled slightly, he chuckled and shook his head, saying: "The name of my master... you're not worthy to know yet."
"Because you're too weak."
Weak?
Huang Lingfeng felt somewhat indignant. Although he acknowledged that Qin Luo was strong, he couldn't possibly be weak!
However, seemingly noticing the defiance in Huang Lingfeng's eyes.
He chuckled: "Not convinced? Well then..."
As he spoke, *Whoosh!!*
[Pressure!] Activated!
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
