"People from the charity mortuary, come out and pay the protection fee!"

A rough shout came from outside.

Immediately, a bearded one-eyed man strode into the charity mortuary.

Behind him, a group of people followed closely.

Bai Yu narrowed his eyes, sensing that things were not simple.

This one-eyed man's qi and blood surged throughout his body, and his skin shimmered with a faint glow like golden paper.

Strong as an ox, skin like golden paper.

Stage Three Skin Tempering Realm!

While Bai Yu was still in shock, Zhu Tong hurriedly stepped forward with a smile:

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"Second Master Zuo, why have you come personally? We could have sent the protection fee to you."

The one-eyed man pushed Zhu Tong aside:

"Don't try to get close, each person owes fifty wen, not a single wen less."

Zhu Tong chuckled and said:

"As you say, who would dare shortchange the Black Wolf Gang?"

He dared not show any dissatisfaction and handed over fifty wen.

Mangzi and Old Zhangtou also handed over fifty wen without a word.

Then everyone looked at Bai Yu.

Bai Yu was stunned; this was too harsh.

He had just received fifty wen, and before he could even warm it in his hands, he had to hand it over.

Is there no justice? No law?

What can be tolerated and what cannot?

Could Bai Yu indulge him? He had just received his wages.

Bai Yu, furious, handed over fifty wen on the spot.

As the saying goes, endure for a moment and the winds will calm, take a step back and you might dig up someone's ancestral grave.

We, the Changsheng, don't fight over temporary gains and losses.

The Black Wolf Gang sounds like a gang not to be trifled with.

Even a money collector is a Stage Three Martial Artist; there must be stronger martial artists in the gang.

It's not worth opposing a big gang for fifty wen.

This isn't cowardice, just following one's heart.

We are the Changsheng, no rush, let's note this down.

Even the fiercest martial artist will age one day.

When Bai Yu becomes stronger, all this will be repaid, with a little interest.

He's even considering learning some grave-robbing skills.

He should find out about Second Master Zuo's ancestral grave in advance.

Second Master Zuo, seeing Bai Yu's compliance, laughed:

"Smart move, usually some newcomers aren't so clear-headed."

"Kid, if you ever need money, you can come to us for a loan. Our Black Wolf Gang is always fair, nine out of thirteen returns."

Bai Yu smiled and said:

"No need to trouble Second Master, I have some coarse rice to get by."

Second Master Zuo didn't mind and left with his men.

Newcomers in the city have a hard time settling down; sooner or later, they'll come to borrow money.

Bai Yu's expression remained unchanged, but he noted down Second Master Zuo in his heart.

If he hadn't accumulated some silver over twenty years in Peach Blossom Village and had rushed into the city, the money he got would have gone to protection fees.

At that point, he'd be forced to borrow high-interest loans from the Black Wolf Gang.

Then he'd be squeezed dry, just like Yang Wei, who was part of the funeral procession before.

This Black Wolf Gang and Second Master Zuo, none of them are good.

Outside the charity mortuary, wherever Second Master Zuo went, no one dared to stop him, and they all handed over protection fees.

Mangzi couldn't help but sigh:

"Second Master Zuo is truly a hero of the region, skilled in martial arts, who doesn't praise him?"

"And I've heard that Second Master Zuo is particularly loyal and filial."

"When he was young, his mother had an urgent illness that required a human eye as a guide, and he dug out his own eye on the spot to make medicine for his mother."

Mangzi's words, however, drew Old Zhangtou's ridicule.

"What do you know, Mangzi? Second Master Zuo's nonsense only fools young ones like you."

"Killing and arson by day, wearing a human mask by night, boasting about loyalty and filial piety, and you think he's a good person?"

"There's no good person in the underworld."

Mangzi was immediately furious:

"Old Zhangtou, are you picking a fight with me? Second Master Zuo may be bad, but his filial piety is unquestionable. Digging out his eye for his mother, could you do that?"

Old Zhangtou, who usually didn't talk much and would drink himself drunk after handling corpses, opened up today:

"What do you know, Mangzi? He lost that eye stealing chickens at night."

"And his mother's leg was broken by Second Master Zuo when he was being foolish."

"When he was young, he beat his father and cursed his mother. Later, when he gained some fame, he used filial piety to cover his shame."

"Which gangster doesn't boast about being loyal and filial?"

"Filial piety, huh, real filial piety wouldn't be a thug."

Mangzi, young and hot-headed, always had dreams of the underworld and particularly admired heroes like Second Master Zuo.

Old Zhangtou's words almost shattered his underworld dream.

He was instantly furious.

"Old Zhangtou, you insult Second Master Zuo, I'll kill you."

Old Zhangtou took a swig of wine, not afraid at all.

"Kid, if you have the guts, kill me. When I was being tough, you were still in diapers."

Mangzi grew even angrier:

"I'll kill you, do you know why I'm called Mangzi?"

He was about to make a move.

Seeing this, Bai Yu quickly stopped Mangzi.

"Mangzi, let it go."

Zhu Tong also hurriedly stood between them:

"Uncle Zhang, say less to avoid hurting the peace."

Mangzi was initially unconvinced, relying on his brute strength to break free.

But he found Bai Yu's arm like iron, holding him tightly by the waist, making it impossible to break free.

Moreover, with Bai Yu's strength, he almost pushed Mangzi directly into the inner room.

Under Bai Yu's "reasonable" persuasion, Mangzi finally calmed down.

"Hmph, Old Zhangtou just can't stand others doing well, gossiping behind their backs."

Bai Yu couldn't help but laugh.

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My brother is so hardworking, so good to his fans.

Many people, without realizing it, fall for it.

Seeing Mangzi calm down, Bai Yu returned to his small courtyard to rest.

He calculated that the money he brought from Peach Blossom Village wasn't much.

With one person and one dog eating, drinking, and living, not a single wen of his salary was left.

If this continued, he'd have to either earn extra like Zhu Tong and others or borrow high-interest loans.

"Make money, make money, I must speed up making money."

Bai Yu thought it over and found a way to make money.

Produce Essence-Nourishing Powder and sell it on the black market.

Essence-Nourishing Powder, which can enhance qi and blood, is quite popular among martial artists.

He believed it could fetch a good price on the black market.

The only problem was that the ingredients for Essence-Nourishing Powder weren't cheap.

A set of ingredients cost at least five taels of silver.

The base funds couldn't be touched, and he still lacked some startup capital.

This made Bai Yu even consider robbery.

But that was just a thought; the bodyguards of wealthy families were not easy to deal with.

Bai Yu felt a bit restless.

Suddenly, Old Mo tugged at his pants, leading him to the small courtyard.

The breeze cleared Bai Yu's mind.

Right, I'm a Changsheng, how could a few taels of silver trouble me?

He exhaled deeply, picked up the suona, and played a tune.

The suona's melody reminded him of his days in Peach Blossom Village.

Farming, hunting, practicing martial arts, peaceful times.

After playing the tune, his previously restless mind calmed down.

On the attribute panel, the skill for playing the suona suddenly flickered.

Skill: Play Suona (Thorough Understanding).

The skill for playing the suona leveled up, an unexpected benefit.

Days passed one by one.

Bai Yu still hadn't found a way to make money.

However, a turning point appeared a week later.