"You son of a bitch, you tricked me!" As the events that had just transpired flashed through her mind, Plum Blossom Twelve was completely unaware that she had been tricked and had her life ruined.

Anger value from the Twelfth of the Plum Blossoms: +999!

Seeing that the anger level had reached a new high, Zaun couldn't help but sigh, it seems that men from any world care a great deal about their treasures.

"Are you a cultivator?" Plum Blossom Twelve gradually calmed down.

Even if it were done by surprise, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to take the knife from his hand.

Thinking of the immense force he had just received, the other party's cultivation level was even higher than his own, but how could this be! Just two days ago, he was clearly a useless piece of trash who couldn't even kill a chicken.

"Now it's my turn to ask you, not the other way around." Zuan slapped his mouth with the knife as well. "Tell me, who wants to kill me?"

Plum Blossom Twelve didn't expect the tables to turn so quickly, but he was in a bad mood and turned his head away.

“You won’t talk about it, huh?” Zuan wasn’t annoyed. He walked to the side, picked up a bamboo pole stuck in the ground, and waved it gently in the air. “Actually, it’s not as serious as you think if that thing breaks. If you get treatment in time, it might be able to be fixed. But if you delay any longer and the surrounding tissue dies, then it’s not my problem.”

In past lives, there were surgeries to reattach severed limbs. With timely treatment, most of the functions could be restored. In this world of cultivators, various wondrous abilities should also serve a similar purpose.

Plum Blossom Twelve's expression shifted, and a hint of liveliness appeared in his previously gloomy eyes: "If I told you, you would really let me go?"

“I can consider it,” Zuan replied.

Mei Hua Twelve snorted coldly. How could an old hand like him be so easily fooled?

Zuan shrugged: "Anyway, if you don't tell, there's absolutely no chance you'll be released. If you do, there's just a tiny bit of a chance. It's up to you."

“It was my leader who ordered me to do this,” Plum Blossom Twelve replied.

"What's your gang leader's name?" Zu An pressed.

Mei Hua Twelve hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously looked around to make sure no one else was there before saying, "The gang leader's name is Mei Chaofeng."

Noticing his subtle movements, Zu'an realized that he was probably quite afraid of this gang leader. Wait, Mei Chaofeng?

"Is your gang leader a blind woman?" Zu An swallowed hard.

“No,” Plum Blossom Twelve said, looking bewildered, clearly not knowing why he would ask such a question. “Our gang leader is a real man.”

After confirming the details with him several times, Zu An realized that it wasn't the person he had imagined. He searched through his memories but had no recollection of this Plum Blossom Gang leader: "Why did your gang leader want to kill me?"

Plum Blossom Twelve's eyes flickered slightly: "How could we, as his subordinates, possibly guess what our leader is thinking?"

Zu An sneered, "Are you playing me?" He then pretended to throw the bamboo pole into the valley.

“Wait, I remember now,” Plum Blossom Twelve said urgently, “One day a mysterious person came to see the gang leader. The gang leader took that person to a secret room and talked for a long time. Then he gave me the order to get rid of you.”

Who is that mysterious person?

"I already said he's a mysterious person, how would I know?"

Zu An laughed: "Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Mei Hua Twelve hurriedly explained, "I really don't know. When that person came, he was completely covered in a black cloak, and I couldn't even tell if he was a man or a woman. How could I know who he was?"

Seeing that he was almost in tears and didn't seem to be lying, Zu'an changed the subject: "What's the situation with your Plum Blossom Gang?"

After some coercion and enticement, he finally understood that the Plum Blossom Gang was the largest gang in Bright Moon City. The gang leader, Mei Chaofeng, had thirteen adopted sons named after plum blossoms, numbered from one to thirteen. They were known in the martial arts world as the Thirteen Protectors of Plum Blossom, each of whom was a capable leader.

The Plum Blossom Gang controls most of the underground industries in Bright Moon City. They usually rely on collecting protection fees, and the casino is their biggest source of profit.

After he had inquired about the abilities of the Thirteen Protectors one by one, Plum Blossom Twelve finally said, "Can you give me back my treasure?" His eyes never left the treasure on the bamboo pole, but in his heart he was thinking that after he recovered from his injury, he would definitely chop that guy's thing into pieces and feed it to the dogs, and then cut him to pieces to vent his hatred.

Zuan couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the messages popping up in the background: "Anger value from Club Twelve +9 +9 +9 +9..." This guy has quite a bit of resentment in his heart.

"Fine, here you go." Zu'an had been holding that thing up for a while, and even through the bamboo pole, he felt uneasy. He then took the bamboo pole back.

Just then, a dark shadow flashed by, followed by the sound of flapping wings, and then there was nothing under the bamboo pole.

Zuan then noticed a large black bird perched on a branch not far away. It looked a bit like a crow, but much larger. A small worm was hanging from its beak. What else could it be but the treasure of Plum Blossom Twelve?

The crow glanced at the two of them smugly, then tilted its head back and swallowed the "worm" in its beak.

"No!" Plum Blossom Twelve screamed repeatedly, and the crow, startled, fluttered away.

Zuan: "..."

Plum Blossom Twelve: "..."