Chapter 221: A Whispering Wind

Truthfully, those Transcenders who hung out with Siyuan were all certified troublemakers here. After a few drinks, each seemed like a lone wolf, but stick them together and they transformed into a savage wolf pack.

After dinner, they urged Siyuan to plan some fun. Before Siyuan could agree, Chen Ming took charge. The group also had a weird preference—they refused rides, insisting on walking.

Walking should’ve been fine, but these jerks couldn’t behave. At any decent-looking girl, they blasted whistles. Tyrannosaurus was the worst, practically straining to show off all his tattoos. If not for their towering builds and menacing looks, someone might’ve chopped them into pulp by now.

Siyuan, deeply drunk, felt lazy about stopping them. And Chen Ming? He clicked perfectly with this crew—he whistled loudest, laughed hardest, and nearly stripped his shorts off for the girls, lacking any trace of a government worker’s decency.

Initially, they headed to Snake Spirit Wenran’s nightclub. Unluckily, no private rooms were left. Sitting in the main hall? They’d probably demolish it. Though they called each other brothers, their disdain for ordinary folks didn’t change. One messy fight causing deaths would bury Siyuan in filth he’d never wash off.

So, they picked another club. For them, beer, meat, and women anywhere felt like heaven.

The girl gang, like Assassin Sister, skipped this trip. They’d supposedly gone off with Sun Linlin to be “refined women,” refusing to sully themselves with Siyuan’s “filthy bugs.”

Siyuan thought: Thank goodness they weren’t joining. Those women were no easier—flirting everywhere and robbing. Robbing! Just that morning, Assassin Sister’s gang had looted eleven stores, including a dollar store.

Why rob a dollar store? No idea, but they did. Though everything got returned and hushed up, Siyuan overheard Qianruo convincing the stylish lady bandits to ditch their jewelry store heist plan. That made Siyuan’s hair stand on end. Fighting was one thing; robbery? He’d rather brawl outside than clean up after female thieves.

Of course, he didn’t get their “refined woman” obsession. Robbing jewel shops for that? He swore to give them a lesson someday—show them Korean dramas where “refined women” cry happy tears over birthday seaweed soup.

The noisy mob reached the club next door to Wenran’s spot. Their arrogant strut begged for a punch.

“Cut it out, guys!” Siyuan slumped on a sofa once inside. “So much trouble coming.”

“What trouble?!” Tyrannosaurus roared, flexing his fists. “Fight anyone who argues!”

“Gods,” said Siyuan, rubbing his temples. “You’ll cross the wrong person someday.”

Meanwhile, meters away, Shanyu grinned in a new guard uniform, checking his reflection. First day here! Thrilled to work alongside Wenran and earn decent cash.

The club owner hired him fast, offering a sky-high ¥3000 salary just for his looks—plus Wenran’s recommendation. Asked only one thing: “Fight anyone causing trouble?” Easy. Shanyu, who’d faced Guardian alone, wasn’t scared.

“Newbie, over here!” Scarface snapped.

Shanyu, ignoring the tone, trotted happily over. “Yes, sir?”

“Sweep there. Now.”

“Sure!”

No complaint. He hummed Small Town tunes while sweeping, truly happy.

The high-paid newbie stayed unbothered, so Scarface scoffed and walked off. Watching him leave, Shanyu’s lips curled coldly before resuming his task. Not clueless—as the Talisman Sect’s smartest prodigy; his mind outstripped elders at eighteen. He knew tone; he’d read books.

“Wenran?”

Sweeping near her, he slipped into her break room. Wenran was fixing her makeup.

“Feeling okay? Anyone bullies you, tell me.”

“Don’t worry.” Shanyu took her hand, pressed two bills inside. “A tip tonight—for you.”

“No, keep it! Your first paycheck.”

“My money’s yours, Wenran.” He smiled, blushing.

Her cheeks flushed too. She pouted playfully, “And who called me ‘monster’?”

“Not anymore! Swear! Anyone calls you that—I’ll sock ’em!”

Her face deepened scarlet. Shyly, she nudged him out. “Girls only in here! Go now! Out!”

“Dinner tonight?”

“Mm…”

Shutting the door, Wenran slumped against it, hands over her pounding heart. Her face and neck glowed fiery red—exquisite.

Shanyu leaned smilingly in the stairwell, red-cheeked. But his grins stopped mid-stroke. A shadow swung a slap at him. Too slow—fists calloused like sandpaper were caught instantly.

“Lounging?! Slack off again and you’re fired!”

Shanyu peered up innocently at the same sour-faced guard. “Slacking? When?”

“Still backtalking?”

“Heh.” Shanyu scanned the desolate stair corner. A wicked gleam flashed in his eyes.

With one hard yank, Scarman stumbled close. Fighting Shanyu’s grip? Hopeless.

“Why don’t we… have a chat?” Shanyu rasped softly.

Meanwhile, chaos brewed where Siyuan sat. In the restroom, a tipsy Chen Ming splashed urine on someone’s shoe.

The man seized Chen Ming’s collar, forcing him: “Lick them clean!”

At first, Chen Ming brushed him off. But the drunken asshole was a local gang boss—”Big Bear.” His men crowded the restroom; soon twenty thugs trapped Chen Ming inside.

Easy prey? Chen Ming could smash armies blindfolded. But using Arcane Arts on mortals broke all rules. And drunk or not—he knew his limits.

Time passed; the gang realized Chen Ming was missing. Tyrannosaurus roared first, charging like thunder.

His two-meter frame radiated savage power: Tribal warrior looks, tattooed canvas skin crisscrossed with healed gashes.

“WHO DARES TOUCH MY BROTHER?!”

Striding through the blockaders, he shielded Chen Ming like a mountain. Siyuan followed more temperately, gripping Tyrannosaurus’ bulging forearms. “Go easy now.”

He scanned the brawling gang. “What’s happening?”

Big Bear jabbed Siyuan’s chest. “Think muscles scare me?! Your bastard pissed on my shoe. Fix it!”

Siyuan glanced at Chen Ming leaning coolly on the wall. Sighed. “I’ll pay.”

“PAY?!” Big Bear cackled histrionically. His underlings roared with false bravado. Dropping Chen Ming, he yanked Siyuan’s collar instead. “I don’t want money. I want his tongue licking my shoe.”

“Enough trouble,” said Siyuan, twisting himself free. “Save dignity; we meet again.”

“Dignity?! KNOW WHO I AM?! HIM—his pretty face! Lick that shoe OR ELSE…”

The manager shoved past, flashing placating smiles. “Bear, please! Accept apologies?”

“SCREW YOU!” A brutal slap knocked the manager back. Spit sprayed him. “Get the BOSS here!”

Big Bear raised his hand again—fingers caught by Siyuan’s steely grip.

“I’ll cover all tabs. All.”

“YOU think I need?!” Big Bear screamed spittle. “HE LICKS! OR YOU ALL LIE HORIZONTAL OUTSIDE!”

Fingers clawed toward Siyuan’s hair; he intended to smash Siyuan to his knees.

A clay doll holds fire. So did Siyuan. Even saints snap.

“Last chance to walk,” Siyuan warned darkly.

But Big Bear attacked anyway. Done. Siyuan stopped holding back.

His palm whipped out like iron. Big Bear—150 pounds—flew sideways, smashed through porcelain urinals, crashed hard. Shattered jawbone stuck out through skin; blood fountained.

Siyuan glared around the stunned room and nodded calmly to the thirsty mob at the entrance. “Lock it.”

SLAM, the heavy doors shut.

Fists smacking flesh, bones cracking, screams flooding endlessly—all muffled inside. Outside, the curious were shoved back aggressively as chaos reigned within.

Two fighters alone sufficed: Siyuan, Chen Ming, Tyrannosaurus—their raw physical might brutalizing the entire gang. Like battling toddlers. Admittedly satisfying… Siyuan struck relentlessly once hooked.

Later, the door creaked open again. Siyuan supported a stumbling Chen Ming. Spotless clothes behind Tyrannosaurus’ savage smirk.

Curious eyes snuck peeks into the wreckage: Groaning bodies everywhere, shattered fixtures. The manager sat dazed, shock painting his expression.

“MY mess!” Chen Ming snorted proudly. “Damn fine thrill—fighting like kids! Brothers backing you up? That… worth something.”

“You dragged ME low,” Siyuan poured water calmly. “Disgusting.”

“Look who snapped hardest! Felt good?!” Chen Ming jeered.

“Shut up.”