Wan Niang, having long been a fixture of the bustling yet disillusioning world of "Drunken Spring Pavilion," has spent over ten years there, becoming all too familiar with the fickleness of society and the value of money.
At this mont, the sight of the dozen gold leaves in Shi Feiyang's hands lit up her eyes like bright stars in the night, igniting a long-lost desire within her. Her heart surged with irrepressible joy, her eyes shining like cold stars, the brilliance as if able to pierce through the heavy darkness.
These gold leaves are her vessel of hope, ferrying her away from the sea of suffering towards the light. She eagerly reached out, her movents urgent yet cautious, like a starving traveler lifting precious lifesaving food, fearing that the wealth at hand would vanish like a dream.
Imdiately afterward, she knelt gracefully, a movent at once a farewell to the past gloomy years and an embrace of a new fate's dawn. Her voice was clear and resolute, like an oriole singing its first notes: "From now on, Wan Niang is willing to heed the Grand Squad Leader's commands, obediently following orders."
The determination in her tone was as unyielding as a rock; from this mont on, her ship of destiny was firmly tied to Shi Feiyang, in her heart, Shi Feiyang was like a lighthouse guiding her through turbulent waves.
Yang Xue'Er stood aside, gazing with affectionate eyes and a blooming smile like a peach blossom in spring, teasing Shi Feiyang: "You scoundrel, always adept at winning hearts."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and coquettishness, her lips curving into an enchanting shape, and within her teasing was a deep affection, akin to a babbling brook, flowing with admiration and adoration for Shi Feiyang.
Wan Niang raised her head, her face adorned with a perfect smile, like flowers swaying in the spring breeze, softly saying: "How could we bla the Grand Squad Leader Shi for that, as generous gifts are naturally appreciated, it all makes sense."
Her voice was gentle and lodic, like a spring breeze, her words filled with flattery and ingratiation toward Shi Feiyang. In this complex and enigmatic environnt, she knew well how to navigate the shifting winds, seeking a firm footing amidst the chaos.
"Hahahahaha!" The heroes burst into hearty laughter, like ringing bells echoing long within "Drunken Spring Pavilion," as a force of vitality instantly dispelled tension and oppression, everyone's faces beaming with the joy of victory, akin to blooming flowers in spring.
Everyone understood that, with his extraordinary skill, Shi Feiyang had successfully recruited a capable assistant, adding another brick to the grand structure of Heroic Sakura Association. Shi Feiyang wore a warm, sunny smile as he gently helped Wan Niang up, the motion tender as though lifting a rare treasure. His eyes spoke of care and trust, like a deep night sky encompassing all, saying softly: "Wan Niang, later distribute so funds to Shopkeeper Xu Niang, let her properly handle all affairs here. Then, quietly make your way to the Capital, and on the journey, be extrely cautious. Upon reaching the Capital, you shall establish a new Drunken Spring Pavilion, as Heroic Sakura Association's second branch in the Capital. Our grand vision in the Capital shall rely on you." His voice was rich, deep as a harmonious symphony, imparting an assuring authority and strength.
With that, he turned to the heroes, loudly proclaiming: "Brothers, let's set off!" Having spoken, Shi Feiyang was the first to rise, his figure like a brilliant cot streaking across the night sky, disappearing swiftly from "Drunken Spring Pavilion," heading towards Lu Family Martial Arts Hall.
His stance was graceful and his movents clean and decisive, truly showcasing the dashing spirit and leadership style of a hero.
The heroes followed closely, each with a poised and agile form, like sparkling stars in the night sky, with unwavering conviction, vanishing into the vast night.
In the "Bright Moon Building," upon hearing Gan Jinliang setting off for Drunken Spring Pavilion, Zhong Renwang felt an ominous premonition arise within him, like a cold night wind howling by.
His brows furrowed tightly, resembling a volcano about to erupt, his entire being exuding a suppressed aura, his eyes flashing with anger and frustration, a gaze that seed capable of burning people. After years of navigating the bloody winds of Jianghu, he prided himself on his exceptional wit, yet did not expect to be outwitted by Gan Jinliang, akin to a clever hunter being toyed with by his prey.
A mont later, he slamd the table with a sudden force, the table letting out a painful groan under his palm force, seemingly unable to bear his wrath. He angrily cursed: "That cur Gan Jinliang dared to trick !"
His voice reverberated in the room like thundering waves, full of fury and resentnt, as if it would shatter the room.
Then, like a crazed beast, he angrily cursed Gan Jinliang's grandmother eighteen tis, until his mouth was dry and tongue exhausted, throat seemingly spitting fire, his facial muscles contorted with rage, a frightening visage like a demon crawling out of Hell.
Having finished cursing, he waved his hand fiercely, the motion like a black lightning bolt tearing through the night sky, roaring: "Brothers, follow to raid Lu Family Martial Arts Hall at night, let them taste the power of our Beggar Gang!"
His gaze harbored ferocity and resolve, intending to raze Lu Family Martial Arts Hall to the ground, turning it into a wasteland.
Having said that, he was the first to charge out the door, followed by a crowd of Beggar Sect Disciples, like a seething black torrent, carrying endless killing intent, rushing towards Lu Family Martial Arts Hall.
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