35: Intimidate the Fierce Tiger Gang

The next night, Qin Feng refreshed the intelligence again. Two white lines and one yellow line appeared on the light screen, the content causing the corners of his mouth to turn up slightly.

[(White) The tutor at Squire Zhang's house in the north of the city is having a secret tryst with the cook in the woodshed. They were caught by a young worker delivering firewood, and Squire Zhang's wife is currently interrogating them behind closed doors.]

[(White) The precious parrot of the Head Constable of the Six Fan School learned a street-style curse word yesterday. The Head Constable's wife is currently searching the whole city to find out which bastard taught it.]

[(Yellow) Liu Mang, the Deputy Leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang known as 'Mountain-Splitting Palm', received a 'dividend' from a mine outside the city this evening, totaling eight hundred gold coins. Feeling that the gang's vault was not secure enough, he temporarily hid them in an iron box under the third floor tile beneath his bedroom bed, planning to deposit them in a bank tomorrow. He will be on duty at the gang's headquarters tonight.]

Looking at the first two dramatic white pieces of intelligence, Qin Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry; this System truly encompassed everything. However, his gaze was firmly locked onto the yellow piece of intelligence.

Deputy Leader Liu Mang? Eight hundred gold coins? Hidden under the bed?

A playful glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. This Fierce Tiger Gang was really rushing to send him money and entertainment.

"It seems I'll have to pay a 'visit' to Deputy Leader Liu's home tonight," he whispered to himself, a plan already forming in his mind. This time, he would not only take the wealth but also cause some more trouble for the Fierce Tiger Gang.

In the dead of night, Qin Feng once again transformed into "Ghost." He changed into a different set of night-traveling clothes from the night before and slightly adjusted his facial appearance, ensuring that the subtle features of each appearance were different to increase the difficulty of the other party's investigation.

As a Deputy Leader, Liu Mang's residence was naturally much grander than that of a Hall Master like Lai the Second. It was an independent courtyard with two Martial Apprentice-level gang members guarding the entrance. However, for Qin Feng, who possessed the Flying Leaf Art and a Martial Master cultivation, they were practically non-existent.

Like a wisp of blue smoke, he bypassed the main gate and silently flipped over the side wall. The courtyard was silent, with only the study still lit, presumably because the family members had already gone to sleep. Guided by the intelligence, he went straight to Liu Mang's bedroom.

The door was locked, but that was no obstacle for him. With a trace of pure Primal Internal Energy at his fingertips, he gently snapped the door bolt and pushed his way in. The room was luxuriously furnished, carrying the nouveau riche aura of a Jianghu ruffian. His goal was clear, and he went directly to the bedside.

Leaning down to feel around, he indeed found a loose spot at the third floor tile. He carefully pried up the tile, and a heavy iron box appeared before his eyes. The box was unlocked; upon opening it, he saw eight hundred gold coins neatly stacked and shining brightly!

Qin Feng was not at all polite, pouring all the gold coins into the cloth bag he had brought. But he did not leave immediately.

Looking at the empty iron box and this bedroom filled with Liu Mang's personal marks, a mischievous thought surged in his heart. He took out the unsightly erotic albums he had previously obtained from the Flower Picking Bandit from the System space, picked a few with the most "visual impact," and stuffed them into the iron box. After thinking about it, he felt it wasn't enough, so he had a sudden inspiration. He found brush and ink, drew an extremely crude but distinct turtle on a piece of white paper, wrote "Ghost borrows gold, using this to offset the debt, as a small token of gratitude" next to it, and then tucked the paper on top of the albums.

Having finished all this, he closed the iron box, restored the floor tile to its original state, and erased all traces of himself. Only then did he leave quietly, contentedly carrying the heavy bag of gold coins.

The next day, Liu Mang returned home with a body exhausted from a night of duty. The first thing he did was check his "private savings." When he lifted the floor tile and saw the iron box was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief. But when he opened the box and saw that instead of yellow gold coins, it was a pile of filthy albums and a slip of paper with a turtle drawing and mocking words, his entire body froze!

A surge of blood rushed straight to his head!

"Ah—!!!" Liu Mang let out a roar like a wounded beast, smashing the iron box and its contents to pieces, his face turning as red as pig liver! "Ghost! I'll fuck your ancestors!!"

Eight hundred gold coins had vanished, and he had been so humiliated! Especially those erotic albums—if word of this got out, where would Liu Mang hide his face?

The news quickly reached the Fierce Tiger Gang headquarters. Leader Zhao Lie looked at the raging Liu Mang, who was too ashamed to speak specifically about how he had been humiliated, his face so dark it could drip ink. He dismissed his subordinates to question him privately.

Liu Mang stammered, but eventually told the truth with a red face.

Zhao Lie didn't speak for a long while after hearing it, his chest heaving violently. He slammed the table suddenly, and the hard sandalwood desk was instantly covered in cracks!

"Investigate! Investigate it to death for me! Who exactly is this 'Ghost'?!" he roared lowly, his voice filled with uncontrollable violence. "What do you think our Fierce Tiger Gang is? A bank to be taken from at will? Or monkeys to be played with?!"

He forced himself to calm down and began to recall: who had the Fierce Tiger Gang offended recently? But the more he thought, the more people there were; bullying the market and seizing by force was their daily routine, and their enemies could line up from the east of the city to the west. There was simply no way to start!

"Pass down the order!" Zhao Lie gritted his teeth. "Tell the brothers in every hall and on every street to restrain themselves lately! Keep your eyes peeled! If you encounter any suspicious characters, report immediately! Perhaps... we've really provoked some expert who likes to play around in the mundane world."

At this time, a meticulous Hall Master nearby spoke up cautiously, "Leader, do you think... could this 'Ghost' be the same 'Ghost' from a while ago, the one who even the Deputy Commander of the Purple Robe Bandits fell to?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.

Zhao Lie's pupils shrank suddenly. If it really was that "Ghost" who dared to go head-to-head with the Purple Robe Bandits and made the Yin Demon Sect suffer, then the Fierce Tiger Gang might have really kicked a steel plate this time! A chill quietly crawled up his spine... Half a month passed in a flash.

It was once again the day when the System was guaranteed to produce green intelligence.

Qin Feng refreshed with great anticipation.

[(White) Widow Wang's cat has given birth again, this time a litter of five, each with different fur colors.]

[(Yellow) Zhao Lie, the Leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang, has failed to break through to the Late-stage Grand Martial Master due to successive setbacks and irritability. He has suffered a backlash from his Internal Energy, has secretly coughed up blood, and is currently healing in secret.]

[(Green) Tomorrow at the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), at 'Old Man Zhang's' fish stall in the West Market, inside the belly of the first 'Green-Tailed Fish' to be cut open, there is a 'warm spirit jade', which has a slight effect of nourishing the Divine Soul and calming the mind. The fish must be purchased within one hour of the market opening; otherwise, the belly will be sliced open and the jade will be revealed.]

Looking at these three pieces of intelligence, Qin Feng's eyes flickered.

Ignore the white one.

The yellow intelligence showed that Zhao Lie was injured, which was adding insult to injury for the Fierce Tiger Gang—good news.

And the "warm spirit jade" pointed to by the green intelligence, although it only had a "slight" effect, involved the mysterious Divine Soul Domain. It was definitely an unexpected surprise!

"Green-Tailed Fish, warm spirit jade..." Qin Feng noted the key information. "Tomorrow morning, West Market fish stall."