In the narrow alley, Mo Beidou was still staring blankly at Fang Shuwen.
His mind was a ss. He had so much he wanted to say, yet couldn’t utter a single word.
Not until Fang Shuwen waved a hand in front of his eyes.
"First Brother, spirit, co ho~~"
Only then did he swat Fang Shuwen’s hand away in annoyance.
"Stop fooling around."
Fang Shuwen chuckled.
"If you have sothing to say, or sothing to ask, just say it."
"Don’t just stew on it."
Hearing this, Mo Beidou looked at Fang Shuwen with a complex expression. After a long mont of contemplation, he finally spoke.
"Are you really my junior brother?"
"The real deal."
"That’s good, then."
Mo Beidou let out a huge sigh of relief.
"As long as you’re still my junior brother, I won’t ask about anything else."
"The Jianghu is full of strange things. Everyone has their own opportunities. While I’ve never had one myself, I’ve heard enough stories that this sort of thing isn’t all that surprising."
"But what are you doing here?"
"What happened with the Zhou Family? I thought you were dead. I shed quite a few tears for you."
"It’s a long story."
Fang Shuwen thought for a mont before saying:
"It involves the Zhuji Pavilion and a Demon Sect from thirty years ago. In any case, we can talk about it slowly when we have ti."
"I was in my room at the inn just now when I saw you rushing by, with those two n following you... Are you in so kind of trouble?"
"Oh no, my dicine!"
Mo Beidou finally rembered that he had fetched dicine and rushed over to try and salvage it.
Unfortunately, those n from the Fierce Tiger Gang not only knocked the dicine to the ground, but they also stomped on it. Now the herbs were mixed with dirt and completely useless.
Mo Beidou sighed.
"The Young Chief of the Escort was ambushed and seriously injured. She was counting on this dicine to save her life."
"But those bastards from the Fierce Tiger Gang bought up all the life-saving dicine ahead of ti. I had a hard ti finding a single shop that still had so."
"I didn’t even know if it would work, and now it’s gone..."
Fang Shuwen imdiately understood.
He knew this kind of plot. Buy up all the life-saving dicine, then secretly stake out the pharmacies to find the person trying to buy it.
That’s how those two n in black from the Fierce Tiger Gang ended up tailing Mo Beidou.
But seeing his First Brother’s grief-stricken face, Fang Shuwen thought for a mont and said:
"First Brother, don’t worry. I might have a way."
Mo Beidou was taken aback. He subconsciously wanted to ask, ’What could you possibly do?’
But then he rembered that his Sixteenth Junior Brother was no longer the person he used to be.
Just seeing how he killed those two Fierce Tiger Gang bastards as easily as chopping vegetables—casually swatting them to death—showed he was no ordinary person.
He imdiately grabbed Fang Shuwen’s wrist as if it were his last lifeline.
"Xiao Shiliu, co with ."
Mo Beidou was straightforward and hot-tempered. Once he had an idea, he acted on it, pulling Fang Shuwen along with him.
He even ignored his own injuries.
Fang Shuwen tried to reason with him a couple of tis, but when he saw Mo Beidou wasn’t listening, he gave up.
However, they wandered around in the small alleys for a while, unable to find the way out.
It wasn’t until they ran into a local resident and asked for directions that they finally made it back to the main street.
But Mo Beidou didn’t dare to be too conspicuous. He pulled Fang Shuwen along, sticking to the shadows, until they finally arrived at a well-hidden courtyard.
At the door, Mo Beidou knocked on the ring in a pattern of three long and two short taps.
The person inside the courtyard paused for a mont before opening the door a crack. Only after seeing it was Mo Beidou did they open the gate fully.
But when the person who opened the door saw Fang Shuwen coming in with Mo Beidou, their expression imdiately changed.
"Old Mo, who is this?"
"My junior brother."
Mo Beidou imdiately said:
"This is my Sixteenth Junior Brother, Fang Shuwen."
"If I hadn’t run into my junior brother today, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have made it back at all."
Fang Shuwen’s gaze had already swept across the courtyard.
It was filled almost entirely with Escort Masters and Porters from the Lu’an Escort Agency.
However, every one of them was injured, looking like a troop of defeated soldiers.
Out of place among this group was a master and servant pair.
The master was dressed in white, wore a bamboo hat, and sat quietly in the courtyard.
A maidservant stood behind her.
The two of them glanced up at Fang Shuwen’s arrival but quickly looked away, seemingly unconcerned.
Mo Beidou explained Fang Shuwen’s origins to the man who opened the door, but the man’s eyes still held a hint of hostility, his guard not fully down.
And this wariness was heightened to the extre when he heard that Fang Shuwen wanted to treat the Young Chief of the Escort’s injuries.
"Absolutely not!"
This person’s na was Sun Qian. Like Mo Beidou, he was also a Darts Leader of the Lu’an Escort Agency.
With the Young Chief of the Escort seriously injured, he and Mo Beidou were the ones in charge.
Sun Qian’s face was grim.
"Old Mo, this is absurd!"
"Since this kid is your junior brother, he must be from the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall, just like you."
"But I’ve never heard of the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall teaching dicine."
"The Young Chief of the Escort is suffering from a poison wound. We can’t be reckless and turn to any quack doctor out of desperation."
"If sothing happens to her, how will we answer to the Chief of the Escort?"
Mo Beidou wanted to explain, but he didn’t know where to start. He wanted to say that his Sixteenth Junior Brother was far more skilled than him, but he worried about revealing Fang Shuwen’s secrets.
For a mont, he was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat.
Seeing this, Fang Shuwen just smiled.
"First Brother, there’s no need for more words."
"But..."
Mo Beidou wanted to insist, not wanting to give up so easily.
Then he saw Fang Shuwen was already walking towards the room.
Mo Beidou was stunned. ’So after all this, when my Sixteenth Junior Brother said ’no need for more words’, he really ant it, huh?’
’Did he an he’ll just do what he wants without needing to explain it to anyone?’
Sun Qian’s face darkened, and he quickly moved to block Fang Shuwen.
"You, stop right there..."
As he spoke, he reached out to push, but the mont his palm touched Fang Shuwen’s chest, a powerful force erupted.
Sun Qian only had ti to let out a muffled grunt before he was sent flying.
Without breaking stride, Fang Shuwen walked directly into the room.
Sun Qian was dumbfounded. ’Didn’t they say this was Mo Beidou’s junior brother?’
’How could he be so powerful?’
Seeing that Fang Shuwen had already entered the room, he ignored his own condition and shouted urgently:
"Soone, quick, stop him!!"
A few Escort Masters looked ready to make a move.
Mo Beidou shouted as well:
"All of you, sit back down!!"
The ones who had been ready to move all sat back down...
They were in a difficult position.
Now that the Young Chief of the Escort was incapacitated, they were supposed to listen to both Darts Leaders. But with the two of them disagreeing, what were those who followed orders supposed to do?
Sun Qian glared at Mo Beidou.
"Old Mo, do you have any idea what you’re doing?"
"I trust my junior brother!"
"...And if sothing happens to the Young Chief of the Escort?"
Mo Beidou finally lost his temper and roared:
"Sothing happens, my ass! If we don’t try to save her, is she going to just magically recover?"
"Even if my junior brother fails to save her, even if the Young Chief of the Escort really dies because of this, at worst, I’ll pay for it with my own life!!"
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