Chapter 50: The Spoiled Brats of Dun Er Ke

Jin was in a bad mood.

To be exact, Jin had been in a bad mood for the past three days because his left and right eyes started twitching at the same time, and they had not stopped for three days. Jin’s family was the largest banking family in Dun Er Ke, and they had a very special inherited ability—when something bad was about to happen, their eyelids would twitch incessantly.

The worse the upcoming event, the more intense and prolonged the twitching would be.

Ten years ago, when Jin’s father made a mistake in an investment, causing the family to lose hundreds of thousands of Gold Coins and almost sparking a run on the bank, his father’s eyelids twitched for a full day and night. This time, Jin’s eyelids had been twitching for three days straight! Had a Demon set its sights on Jin?

Jin, unsettled and unable to sleep well for several days, had once been a handsome young man but now looked haggard. With large bags under his eyes, a prominent hooked nose, and a darkened complexion, Jin looked at his reflection in the mirror and thought he resembled a wretched Black Fairy or a blood-sucking Demon that ought to be pierced through the heart with a pure silver stake.

After two days without anything bad happening, Jin finally pulled himself together and headed to the family-owned “Golden Rose Lounge” with his personal valet. Though called a lounge, the Golden Rose was actually Dun Er Ke’s top luxury entertainment spot. It had a casino, a Beast-Fighting Arena, an Arena, slave auctions, and auctions for rare treasures. More importantly, it offered beautiful women, fine wines, and delicious food from various Continents, making it the favorite place for the wealthy young masters and Noble ladies of Dun Er Ke to pass the time.

During the harsh winter, commoners had to toil to “survive the winter,” while the sons and daughters of wealthy and Noble families couldn’t very well amuse themselves outside in the blizzards. For the long winter, they could only engage in some indoor activities for entertainment. The Golden Rose was just such a place where everyone could find fun—as long as they had enough Gold Coins, they could find delights to please the eye and heart.

Because of his twitching eyelids, Jin had not attended to the Golden Rose’s business for two days. When he arrived at the Golden Rose that evening, he immediately heard the famous beauty Angel making a commotion in the lounge: “It really was him! I didn’t mistake him—how could I? It was that scoundrel, the one who emptied my brother’s purse, broke his head, and even pushed me into… into that dreadful place!”

A scoundrel who emptied Angel’s brother’s purse and pushed her into some place? Why did that sound so familiar? Jin’s mind, already aching from lack of rest, quickly raced to search for information related to this matter.

After a while, Jin suddenly recalled a name that gave him nightmares—Lin Qi!

That scoundrel who had once tormented all the young masters and ladies of Dun Er Ke’s wealthy Noble families, made all the hypocritical young gentlemen miserable, and brought all the well-dressed young ladies to tears. His shadow had loomed over Dun Er Ke for years until he suddenly disappeared three years ago, with no trace of him since!

Lin Qi!

Jin felt a chill shoot from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his head, neck, shoulders, waist, buttocks, legs—every part of his body that Lin Qi had ever beaten—ached intensely.

Angel was still chattering on: “I saw him yesterday. Oh god, it was a nightmare. The moment I spotted him, everything went black before my eyes, and I nearly fainted! At last night’s dance, I told Anlin and the others about it, but they actually didn’t believe me!”

Fanning herself irritably with a small handkerchief, Angel said angrily, “But you must believe me—that scoundrel really is back! Oh god, this Demon, this degenerate, this disgrace to all the great families of Dun Er Ke, this brutal thug—why hasn’t the Deity punished him?”

In the lounge, dozens of young men and women sat quietly on large, soft sofas, their faces all looking extremely unpleasant.

They were all the young masters and Noble ladies of Dun Er Ke’s great families. Their family elders were either local Nobles of Dun Er Ke, with rich fiefs and estates ensuring they never wanted for anything, or they were wealthy merchants who wielded great influence in Dun Er Ke’s markets, allowing them to live in luxury.

But deep in their hearts, in the darkest recesses of their souls, was etched a black, twisted name that made them break out in cold sweats when they recalled it in their dreams—Lin Qi!

Whether they were teenagers of fifteen or sixteen or young adults nearing thirty, they all remembered that name and that person vividly!

That scoundrel who, like a monster, had relied on brute force since childhood to beat the young masters of Dun Er Ke black and blue, taking every last Copper Coin from them; that bastard who, like a Demon, had shamelessly and arrogantly harassed the young ladies of Dun Er Ke, making them miserable and forcing them into close encounters with gutters, puddles, and the droppings of various animals.

Three years ago, his father had forcibly sent him to the Imperial Capital for schooling, and all the young masters and ladies had breathed a collective sigh of relief. For three whole years, there had been no news of him—what blissful years they had been! It felt as if they were under divine protection. The young masters and ladies of Dun Er Ke had lived in splendor and luxury, enjoying immense freedom and ease!

But now, he was back!

The muscles in Jin’s face twitched violently, with the same frequency as his eyelids!

That Demon, who at thirteen had sneaked into the Golden Rose casino and, by some means, won all the cash in the Golden Rose casino five times in a row—he was back? Oh no, was he going to come straight to the Golden Rose to grab some pocket money?

Remembering the miserable situation three years ago when Lin Qi had treated the Golden Rose as his personal purse, Jin’s calves felt a little weak.

“An-An-Angel!” Jin stammered, “For the Deity’s sake, tell me you’re just Hu Shuo, aren’t you? Hahaha, how could that guy Lin Qi come back? Ah, maybe he’s already lying dead in the streets of the Imperial Capital?”

Everyone stared intently at Angel. Jin’s words echoed their deepest hopes—maybe that scoundrel really had been killed in the Imperial Capital? After all, it was the Imperial Capital, a place crowded with high officials and Nobles of the Empire. Lin Qi could wreak havoc without restraint in Dun Er Ke, but there were so many important figures in the Imperial Capital that he couldn’t easily mess with!

As soon as Jin finished speaking, the famous pure Gold door of the Golden Rose was suddenly kicked with force.

Lin Qi’s voice came through, powerful and penetrating, reaching directly into the lounge.

The faces of Dun Er Ke’s spoiled young men and women turned deathly pale, and everyone looked strangely at Jin.