RBCT Chapter 43: What I Want Is a Shirt
Chapter 43: What I Want Is a Shirt
"Master Li."
Brother Kun picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, getting to the point:
"Ultimately, this was because my men failed to guard the territory properly, which caused you to be frightened. As the person in charge of the Huaqing Gang, this person is yours to deal with. Do whatever you want with him, and I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."
Robert, kneeling in the corner, froze, looked up abruptly, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but when he met Kun's calm and unwavering gaze, he swallowed his words back.
He realized that his life and death were no longer in his own hands, nor in Kun's hands, but had been handed over to that Asian Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest whom he cursed in his mind at least dozens of times yesterday was a yellow-skinned monkey.
Li Xuan glanced at Robert, then looked away, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.
"I've already punished him. The rest is up to you, Kun. I'm not a member of the gang, I won't interfere in these matters."
Kun looked at Li Xuan for a few seconds, and after five seconds he nodded slightly, seemingly neither surprised nor satisfied with the young Taoist's handling of the situation.
He stood up, straightened his cuffs, and made a casual gesture to A-Jie: "This Robert, fill a barrel with oil, cover it with cement, and sink it at sea. Break the left leg of each of his Crow Gang members and put them back."
A-Jie nodded in agreement, and the two brothers stepped forward and dragged Robert outside.
"No! No! No!"
Robert finally broke down, his screams abruptly ceasing the moment the soundproof door to the office closed.
Although he didn't understand what it meant, he could obviously guess what he was about to face.
At this moment, he was filled with regret. Why did he come to Chinatown? Why did he provoke the people here? Why did he join a gang?
Damn it, weren't these Chinese people supposed to be the easiest to bully?!
Li Xuan didn't look at it again throughout the entire process. He was just a Taoist priest in Chinatown who performed feng shui consultations, drew talismans, and exorcised evil spirits.
Although this person's crime did not warrant death, he didn't care whether he lived or died.
Since transmigrating, his mindset has changed somewhat, and now that he has obtained the settlement system, he has become even more indifferent to human life.
In particular, those who provoke him are, in his view, even if they die, it's all for naught.
Kun picked up his teacup and took another sip. His gaze swept over the copper coin sword in front of the altar and the half-painted wooden statue in the niche, and he suddenly said:
"Master Li, I've heard about everything you've been doing these past few days. You are a truly skilled person, and I have the utmost respect for people with real skills in my life."
"Just trying to make a living," Li Xuan said with a smile.
Brother Kun smiled and remarked:
"When I first took over the Huaqing Gang thirty years ago, I worshipped Guan Yu and the Goddess of the Sea."
Although I worshipped gods back then, I didn't truly believe in them. In my eyes, all those Taoist priests, monks, and priests were frauds.
The only thing I trust is the knife in my hand and the brothers beside me.
The elderly people in Chinatown often said that one should have a sense of awe, but I didn't take it seriously at the time.
Now that I'm older, I realize that the knife in my hand will eventually rust, and even brothers can't always be trusted.
Having seen more of the world, I have far more fears than when I was younger.
Sometimes people are scarier than ghosts. You have to be wary of people, but you can't let your guard down when it comes to ghosts, right?
"Of course, I'll give you this talisman. If you ever encounter any supernatural events in the future, just come to me. As long as you pay the right amount, I can crush any evil spirit."
Li Xuan took out an exorcism talisman from his pocket and handed it over.
Kun helped him deal with Robert from the Crow Gang, which saved him a lot of trouble.
At least, no gang members should be coming to his place to cause trouble anymore.
Kun didn't say much. He took the talisman, carefully folded it, and put it into his inner pocket.
He got up and left. When he reached the front desk, he took out a bundle of cash from his briefcase and placed it on the desk.
It was $10,000, and the bank's seal was still on it, so it had obviously never been opened since it was taken out.
"This is for incense money. Thank you for the talisman; I really like it."
He turned around, smiled and nodded at Li Xuan, then turned and walked towards the door.
Li Xuan looked at the ten thousand US dollars without refusing, saw Kun Ge out, and watched the two black Chevrolets disappear into the night of Chinatown.
"What's this? Just a friendly relationship?"
Li Xuan shook his head and accepted the money.
In any case, Brother Kun has helped him resolve a potential problem that might arise later.
That's why he gave the other party a talisman.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not refuse, but instead left behind what was supposed to be incense money.
In other words, he still owes the other party a favor.
Of course, you can accept these favors if you want to make friends, but it doesn't matter if you don't.
Society is a society based on personal relationships. There's nothing wrong with owing favors; as you accumulate favors, you build relationships and mutual benefits.
Li Xuan stretched and prepared to close the office and go back to sleep.
I need to go to the market tomorrow to buy more black dog blood. It's never a bad thing to have more of this stuff on hand.
Nalisa walked out of the office rubbing her eyes, wearing only Li Xuan's shirt. Her sleepy appearance made Li Xuan's mouth water.
His shirt was a bit too big for Nalisa; the collar hung askew below her collarbone, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin.
She was playing games in the office when she got sleepy and unknowingly fell asleep on her desk.
She had clearly just woken up; there was a faint crease from her cuff on her face, and her hair was disheveled and hanging loosely over her shoulders.
"Are you going home?"
She leaned against the door frame and yawned. The hem of her shirt just covered her upper thighs, and her two smooth, long legs shone white under the warm yellow spotlight.
Li Xuanzheng pulled down the blinds, turned around and saw this scene, and immediately stopped what he was doing.
His gaze traveled from her ankles upwards, past her calves, knees, and thighs, finally settling on the faintly visible curve of her shirt hem.
Nalisa noticed his gaze, her face flushed slightly, but she didn't look away. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, making her shirt collar open even wider.
Why are you staring at me?
"Enjoy the scenery."
Li Xuan pulled down the last blind and walked towards her. His steps were slow, but each step was purposeful.
As he walked up to her, he leaned against the doorframe with one hand and held the top button of her shirt with the other, smiling as he said, "I'll wear this shirt again tomorrow."
"Then I'll give it back to you?"
As she spoke, she reached out to take her clothes off.
"No rush, all I need is a shirt."
Li Xuan reached out and pressed it down. Through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt, he could feel that her skin temperature was a little higher than usual.
Nalisha chuckled softly as Li Xuan's hand slid from her waist to her thigh, scooping her up.
She instinctively reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Li Xuan carried Nalisha into the office and laid her down on the sofa.
He was very busy at the moment and only wanted to focus on the person in front of him.