At the same time, Pi San brought a group of his younger brothers to the back door of a wealthy family in the city.

The servant at the back door obviously recognized Pi San and let him in directly.

Pi San walked through a small path in the backyard and arrived in front of a wing room. He immediately put on a flattering smile, leaned over the door and shouted:

"Mr. Zhao, it's me, Pi San."

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the house, and soon there was an impatient shout: "You disturbed my sleep so early in the morning, get out of here!"

Pi San shrank his neck and quickly pushed open the door and went in. The charcoal fire in the room was burning brightly, and the strong smell of rouge and powder mixed in it was choking his nose.

He suppressed the urge to sneeze, glanced around, and immediately saw a shirtless young man sitting at the table drinking tea.

"Young Master Zhao..."

Pi San quickly came over, with a bitter face, "What you asked me to do..."

Upon hearing this tone, Master Zhao glared at him coldly. "What? Aren't you, Pi San, known as the Street Fighter, invincible? How can you not even capture a little beauty?"

"Sir, I went there last night."

Pi San hurriedly explained, "But just as we were about to make a move, someone knocked us unconscious. We didn't even get a clear glimpse of the person. It was so weird!"

"oh?"

Young Master Zhao immediately became interested. "But did the blacksmith Chen you mentioned take action?"

Pi San immediately shook his head. "I deliberately went there when Blacksmith Chen was not home. It was definitely not him who attacked us."

"Interesting."

A sinister smile appeared on Mr. Zhao's face.

Before this, Pi San had searched for beauties for him and he always succeeded. But after a long time, he got tired of it.

"Well, you don't need to worry about this anymore. I want to see how beautiful the owner of the East City Calligraphy Shop is, to the point where she even attracts the secret help of the flower protector."

Master Zhao made up his mind and stood up, pointing to the inner room behind the door curtain. "Throw the people inside to Chunxiangyuan."

After saying this, Master Zhao put on his cotton coat and was about to go out. However, before he stepped out of the door, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Then his eyes widened, and without waiting to catch his breath, he fell down.

Pi San turned around and saw it, and was immediately shocked, "Young Master Zhao!"

He took a quick step forward and touched Mr. Zhao's neck. He immediately turned pale with fright and withdrew his hand in a flash.

Dead...dead?!

Pi San looked embarrassed. This pervert should have died on a woman's belly long ago. Why did he have to wait for him to come over and die suddenly? Isn't that harming others?

The Zhao family is extremely powerful. If this matter is traced back to me, I will surely be killed. What should I do?

Pi San's expression changed for a moment, and he suddenly got up, dragged Mr. Zhao's body back into the door, and carefully closed it.

Then he put on a smiling face and walked out of the yard as if nothing had happened.

Pi San's younger brothers were still waiting outside the yard. When they saw their boss come out safely, they immediately went to greet him.

"Nothing, nothing."

Pi San waved his hand. "This matter failed. Young Master Zhao didn't blame us and gave us new tasks. Let's go."

The younger brothers relaxed upon hearing this and followed Pi San out the door, chatting and laughing.

One of the younger brothers noticed something was wrong and couldn't help asking, "Boss, why are you sweating so much?"

Pi San shuddered when he heard this and immediately scolded, "You're the only one who talks too much! Get out of here!"

The younger brother shrank his head and didn't dare to ask any more questions. The group left quickly.

A cup of tea later, with a terrified scream, the news of Mr. Zhao's death was immediately passed on to the head of the family through the servants.

"What did you say?! My son is dead?"

The head of the Zhao family was drinking tea with the city lord Zhao Qiong. Upon hearing the news, he was shocked and angry. He immediately got up and left without even saying goodbye.

Seeing this, the confidant standing next to Zhao Qiong showed a hint of indignation on his face and couldn't help but say, "Master, Zhao Jiang is becoming more and more arrogant now. He doesn't even take you seriously."

Zhao Qiong smiled slightly: "When one person achieves enlightenment, everyone around him will benefit. It's hard not to be arrogant."

"But if he wants to become the city lord one day..."

The confidant looked worried, "How are you going to deal with this?"

"Then give it to him and be humble."

Zhao Qiong laughed heartily. "My Zhao family has been around for thousands of years. We've experienced countless situations like this. How can a nouveau riche who has only risen to prominence for fifty years compare to him?"

Zhao Qiong took a sip from his teacup and said slowly, "If you often walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. Just wait and see, they won't be able to jump around for long."

…

"Master Zhao, I have examined the remains of your noble son, and there is no sign of any cultivator's involvement."

The middle-aged scholar sat down at the guest seat, with obvious hesitation on his face.

The head of the family, Zhao Jiang, had a sullen expression on his face. "There's no one around here. If you have anything to say, Lord Luo, feel free to speak directly. I can handle it."

After hearing this, the middle-aged scholar finally sighed and said, "I see that your Yang Qi is damaged, which is a sign of excessive indulgence. I'm afraid that this time, your Yang Qi is too much, and you may even have an orgasm..."

"Lord Luo!"

Zhao Jiang's face was filled with anger, and his words were already rude and full of anger. "My son must have been murdered! I ask Luo Gongsheng to investigate this matter on my behalf."

The middle-aged scholar looked embarrassed: "This..."

Zhao Jiang snorted coldly, "As long as Lord Luo can handle this matter well, I will definitely inform my second son. Then it will not be difficult for Lord Luo to take up a position in Guimu Valley."

As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged scholar's expression of difficulty immediately disappeared. He stood up, clasped his fists, and said, "I will definitely seek justice for Master Zhao!"

The head of the family, Zhao Jiang, looked a little relieved, "Thank you for your hard work, Luo Gong."

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