Chapter 55: Cat Ambush Man
The root of the Liu family's problems lies with the gambler Liu Lao San.
If they don't get rid of this troublemaker, Liu Wan and her grandmother will never have peace. Bai Qingchen knows that reasoning is useless with a gambler, and he needs to use drastic measures.
He transformed into a little white cat again and jumped lightly onto the low wall.
The night was the best cover. He closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and emitted a sound wave that only the cats nearby could receive.
This is not some profound spell, more like a call to action.
Soon, in the shadows of the roof under the wall at the entrance of the alley, pairs of eyes shining in the dark appeared.
The cats gathered around quietly, squatted in front of Bai Qingchen, and quietly looked at the new boss whose aura was a little different.
Bai Qingchen found that being the cat boss was still somewhat useful. He issued commands in cat language, describing Liu Laosan's general appearance and the places he often went to.
A slender black cat among the cat group meowed, turned around and disappeared into the night, obviously leading the way.
The other cats also scattered and blended into the darkness, acting as eyes.
Bai Qingchen jumped off the wall and followed the black cat.
It led Bai Qingchen through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in the back alley of Jingoufang in the west of the city, which was brightly lit and bustling with people.
A strong smell of alcohol and sweat mixed with the scent of cheap incense wafted out from inside.
In the dim light at the side door of the gambling house, a drunken figure was being pushed out by two burly thugs. This man was none other than Liu Lao San.
He was dressed in rags, his face flushed, and he stumbled, his breath still reeking of alcohol as he shouted, "Let...let me go! I...I can still gamble! Why won't you let me in?"
A thug impatiently pushed him out: "Gambling? What do you have to bet? Your pockets are cleaner than your face! You still owe the money to the brothel, get out of here!"
Liu Lao San was pushed so hard that he staggered and nearly fell. He held onto the wall, stiffening his neck and yelling, "Let...let me gamble again! Just one more time! I...my luck is back, and I promise to make it back! I'll pay you back with interest!"
"Revenge? You'll get your life!" Another thug sneered, stepped forward, grabbed the back of Liu Laosan's collar with his big hand like a palm fan, picked him up like a chicken, and threw him out.
"Get lost! If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll break your legs!"
Liu Laosan was thrown heavily onto the muddy ground at the entrance of the alley, screaming in pain.
He struggled to get up, jumped up and cursed a few times at the closed back door of the gambling house, then staggered deeper into the alley, taking one deep step and one shallow step.
He was still mumbling incoherently in his sleep about making a comeback and getting rich, while Bai Qingchen followed silently behind him.
Liu Laosan walked into a secluded and deserted dead end. He could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a thud. He collapsed there like a pile of mud. Soon he began to snore loudly and passed out completely from drunkenness.
Bai Qingchen looked around and confirmed that there was no one around.
He walked to Liu Laosan's side, the light and shadow changed, and a thin human figure replaced the little white cat, standing quietly beside the drunk man.
The faint light from the alley entrance shone from behind him, his face completely hidden in the shadows, only his eyes were surprisingly bright in the darkness.
Perhaps it was the stimulation of murderous intent, or perhaps it was biological instinct, but Liu Laosan, who was lying drunk on the ground, twitched suddenly and opened his eyes in a daze.
His eyes were blurry from drunkenness, and he only saw a dark shadow standing in front of him looking down at him. He was immediately frightened and sobered up.
He used his hands and feet to scramble back, his voice trembling: "Who... who are you? What... what do you want to do? I... I have no money!"
Bai Qingchen did not answer. He slowly raised his hand, and a clear sword sound rang out in the silent alley.
The Frost Sword appeared silently in his hand. The cold sword body emitted a layer of cold light in the dim light, pointing directly at Liu Lao San on the ground.
The cold air seemed to be able to freeze a person's bones. Liu Laosan was frightened out of his wits in an instant. A hot stream flowed uncontrollably down his crotch, and a strong smell of urine filled the air.
"Great... sir, please spare my life! Please spare my life! I... I will give you everything!" He burst into tears and kowtowed repeatedly.
Bai Qingchen's eyes were cold. He knew that if he wanted to make a gambler change his ways and give up his gambling habit, there was only one way: to destroy his gambling tools.
Once the thought came to his mind, he no longer hesitated.
The sword flashed, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
“Ah——!!!” The scream that was so shrill that it didn’t sound like a human voice disturbed the silence nearby.
Both of Liu Laosan's wrists were broken, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The severe pain made his eyes bulge out, and a strange hoarse sound came from his throat. His body twitched violently a few times, his head tilted, and he fainted from the pain.
Bai Qingchen looked at the pool of blood spreading on the ground with an expressionless face. He did not leave immediately, but squatted down and took out the golden wound medicine and clean cloth from the storage bag.
He treated Liu Laosan's wound skillfully. After doing all this, he stood up and no longer looked at the gambler who had fainted on the ground. His figure disappeared in an instant like ink painting blending into the darkness.
The depths of the alley fell silent again, with only the strong smell of blood and urine lingering.
Bai Qingchen turned back into a kitten and headed back to the Liu family along the same path. As he turned a corner, he heard a sudden commotion ahead.
I saw a large group of people rushing towards the Liu family with great momentum. There were at least 20 or 30 of them, holding sticks in their hands.
The leader, with the bruises still on his face, was none other than Zhao Guangyuan, whom he had taught a lesson during the day!
At this moment, he was covering his face and complaining bitterly to a young man next to him who was wearing a brocade suit and had an aura that was obviously stronger than others.
"Cousin! That lunatic is completely lawless. Not only did he steal the girl I liked, he even had the guts to hit me! He totally disregards our Zhao family!"
"You must help me vent my anger." Zhao Guangyuan's eyes flashed with resentment.
The young man next to him, who was called his cousin, was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a somewhat arrogant look on his face. He was Zhao Feng, a descendant of the side branch of the Zhao family in Muling.
His father is Zhao Guangyuan's eldest brother. He happened to be in this area to handle some family business, but he didn't expect to encounter such an incident of his cousin being beaten.
Zhao Feng is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and he is powerful enough to run rampant in this small place.
As he listened to Zhao Guangyuan's accusations, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, but more of it was displeasure at the damage to his family's reputation.
"I get it, you little brat from the countryside, how dare you touch someone from my Zhao family?"
Bai Qingchen narrowed his cat eyes. He couldn't let this group of people go to the Liu family. Liu Wan and Grandma Liu couldn't stand it at all.
He quietly climbed onto the low roof next to him, and under the cover of night, he quickly passed the group of people and headed towards the road they had to pass.
On a relatively narrow road leading to Liujia Alley, Bai Qingchen turned into a human form again.
Time was running out, so he quickly took out a few low-grade spirit stones and several drawn array talismans from his storage bag.
He clasped his hands together, injected spiritual energy, and quickly drove the array talisman and spirit stone into the ground and the walls on both sides according to specific directions.
A simple trap and fog barrier took shape instantly. It was not very large and just covered the narrow road.
Just as the formation was set up, the cursing voices of Zhao Guangyuan and his group came from far away and they stepped into the range of the formation without any preparation.
Plop! Plop!
The thugs walking in front felt their feet go soft, as if they had stepped into a quagmire. Their bodies sank involuntarily, and at the same time, a gray mist rose in front of their eyes. They immediately shouted in panic.
"What's going on?"
"The ground collapsed?"
"What a thick fog! I can't see clearly!"
"Be careful! There's an ambush!" Zhao Feng reacted the fastest. He realized something was wrong the moment the spiritual power under his feet moved, and shouted in a low voice.
He grabbed the frightened Zhao Guangyuan beside him, pointed his toes, and forced himself to raise his body. He narrowly escaped from the center of the formation and landed on the edge of the formation.
He looked around at the suddenly rising mist with a serious expression and shouted sternly, "Who are you! You scoundrels! Get out here!"
In response to him, several talismans shot out from the darkness. The powerful talismans attacked from different tricky angles, aiming directly at Zhao Feng and Zhao Guangyuan, whom he was protecting.
Zhao Feng's pupils shrank. The person in the dark really had some tricks up his sleeve. He didn't dare to delay and pushed away Zhao Guangyuan who was in the way, and took out a small bronze shield the size of a palm.
The small shield stretched against the wind and blocked in front of him, making a crisp clanging sound and blocking all the incoming attacks.
At the same time, he quickly dodged the shadow that was entangling him.
However, talismans were shot from all directions as if they were free, continuously.
Although Zhao Feng was able to resist with his cultivation and magic weapons, he was overwhelmed and struggling with the burden of Zhao Guangyuan.
An icicle flew past his arm, leaving a trail of blood. The cold air invaded, causing him to pause.
"Looking for death!" Zhao Feng was furious. He was a dignified foundation-building cultivator, but he was injured by a cunning guy!
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