(As requested by some readers, from tomorrow onwards, Wang Yu will merge three chapters into two, each chapter around three thousand characters. Let's see how it works out! Hope it reads better!)
Shen Zhongshan was in a pretty good mood right now, because he was sitting in a private room at Xiaoxiang Court, embracing an exceptionally beautiful woman and rudely fondling her delicate body with his large hands.
Perhaps because Shen Zhongshan was a bit too eager, it made the enchanting woman let out an endless series of giggles.
"Miss Jin, why don't you just give in to our Gang Leader! This is the first time he's been so smitten with a woman. He didn't even finish handing the gang's affairs before rushing over here," said an extremely fat man in a loose gray shirt. His waist was as wide as a bucket, a full two times the thickness of an ordinary man, and after he spoke he immediately started breathing heavily.
"Exactly, Miss Jinzhi! Our Gang Leader has come every afternoon for five days straight to patronize you, spending no small amount of silver! But you just let him hug you a little, not even letting him stay the night once. That's just not right!" This time it was a middle-aged scholar with a black mole on his face who spoke. A vicious look flashed in his eyes, showing him to be a calculating man.
In the room, besides Shen Zhongshan, there were three other people. They were precisely the three great protectors of the Siping Gang.
The fat man was "Mad Fist" Qian Jin. Despite his incredible obesity, his skill in "Mad Eighteen Strikes" was extremely well-practiced, and he had killed many quite famous experts.
The scholar was "Poisonous Scholar" Fan Ju. Although he had mastered the fierce "Snow Wind Sword Technique," what really gave him his notoriety was his black-hearted and ruthless nature.
The black-clothed man who stood silently to the side was "Flying Dagger" Shen San, who had the highest martial arts skill among the three protectors. His mastery of the eighteen consecutive flying daggers had helped Shen Zhongshan eliminate quite a few famous old masters who came seeking revenge. Since he was also Shen Zhongshan's distant relative, he was the most valued of the trio.
These three men, like Shen Zhongshan, each had a pretty woman sitting in their laps, but none of them were as gorgeous, as full-figured, or as seductive as the one in Shen Zhongshan's arms.
At this moment, the giggling young Jinzhi, upon hearing what "Mad Fist" and "Poisonous Scholar" Fan Ju said, immediately looked misty-eyed, as if tears might fall at any moment.
"Masters Fan and Qian saying such things really wrongs Jinzhi. The moment I first saw Master Shen, I knew he was a true hero. To be with Master Shen, to 'fly and roost together' is something I pray for! But you two also know, this servant's body belongs to Xiaoxiang Court. Without Madam Wang's consent, if Jinzhi dares to take a client for the night on her own, she'll be beaten to death. Why doesn't Master Shen go and ask Madam Wang? If she agrees, I will surely take good care of Master Shen tonight!" The top courtesan of Xiaoxiang Court said this charmingly, her words so tactful and sincere that she seemed deeply devoted to Shen Zhongshan.
This seemingly sincere speech left Qian Jin and Fan Ju exchanging looks, momentarily speechless.
Of course, they had already asked about the price for keeping this young Jinzhi for the night. But Madam Wang made an exorbitant demand, using the excuse that Jinzhi had never stayed overnight with a guest before, and named a price that even made Shen Zhongshan, the leader of a gang, flinch. So no agreement had ever been reached.
Of course, forcing the issue was out of the question! This Xiaoxiang Court was the property of the Tianba Sect, one of the three major gangs of Jiayuan City. Causing trouble here would be nothing but walking into your own death!
The two men, having been politely but firmly rebuffed by this top courtesan, could only vent their frustration on the Xiaoxiang Court girls in their laps, giving them a few hard pinches before letting the matter drop.
"Hehe! Thank you both for worrying about my affairs! It doesn't matter. I closed a big business deal a couple of days ago, so this little money is nothing. But my beauty, don't go back on your word! You better take good care of your master when the time comes!" Shen Zhongshan suddenly said with some pride as he continued to dry-hump the beauty in his arms, even leaning in to take a hard bite of her fragrant cheek.
Shen Zhongshan was a big man covered in thick black hair on his arms and chest. Both his arms were a full stretch longer than an ordinary person's, giving him the appearance of a human-shaped beast wearing clothes, extremely ugly and frightening.
But this crude, ugly man had, a few years earlier, used his completely mastered "Penetrating Arm Fist" to kill the previous leader of the Siping Gang, "Golden Pen" Gou Tianpo, and his four trusted Guardians, seizing the position of Gang Leader. Therefore, on the martial arts circuit of Jiayuan City, he was absolutely a first-class master with a name and reputation, not someone to be underestimated.
"Master Shen!" Little Jinzhi acted extremely coy and shy at his sneaky attack, snuggling into his arms and behaving spoiled, which drew a triumphant laugh from Shen Zhongshan.
"Dong dong! Dong dong!" Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" the displeased fat man "Mad Fist" Qian Jin barked.
"Bringing drinks for you gentlemen," the voice of a young man came from outside.
"Then bring them in quick! Master Qian is already complaining there isn't enough wine!" the fat man said without thinking.
As Qian Jin spoke, a young man dressed as a waiter walked in. This ordinary-looking young man carried a tray laden with some food and two jugs of wine.
"Bring the wine over! Let Master have a taste first!" The fat man Qian Jin was a typical drunkard, so as soon as he saw the two jugs of wine his eyes lit up and he started clamoring.
"Yes, sir! This servant will bring it right up," the waiter said, stepping forward and placing the wine jugs on the table.
As soon as the fat man saw the wine jug, he grabbed it and was about to pour a mouthful into his mouth to taste it.
"Hold on, Fatty!" The always taciturn black-clothed man, Shen San, suddenly stopped Qian Jin's action of bringing the wine to his lips.
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