Chapter 33: Fuck Ghost ？

A chubby guy wearing an oily T-shirt with a Doraemon print, his hair tied up in a bun, and his chapped cheeks gave off a comedic vibe. He looked about the same age as Lin Feng but was a half-head shorter. 

Lin Feng squinted his eyes. "You're saying I stole your pudding? Hey, chubby, let's get one thing straight. Who said that pudding was yours?" 

The chubby guy retorted, "That plate is mine, and it even has my saliva on it!" 

Lin Feng felt queasy at the sight of the food crumbs clinging to the chubby guy's mouth. 

Hearing that made it worse. 

"I even licked the pudding!" the chubby guy added. 

Lin Feng fired back, "Are you trying to gross me out on purpose? The whipped ice cream on top is untouched—what exactly did you lick?" 

Seeing that Lin Feng wasn't fazed, the chubby guy wiped his mouth, his eyes flashing with menace. "Kid, I'll remember you! Tonight, don't even think about getting a single pudding! I, Wang Qian, always keep my word!" 

What the heck? Threatening me? 

Lin Feng wasn't one to back down. "You just wait! Tonight, not only will I take all the puddings, but I'll also grab everything you want to eat! I, Lin Feng, also keep my word!" 

The two glared at each other, shoving and racing toward the estate's kitchen, competing to claim their share of the food. 

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Outside a room in the backyard stood a spirited young woman, holding a freshly removed police uniform. Now dressed in traditional robes, she asked, "Senior Brother, aren't you going to change clothes? This doesn't look right. Master will definitely scold you later." 

Next to her was a scruffy, drunk man with a stubbled beard. He wore an old army T-shirt paired with oversized shorts. He burped, "The old man's too busy with your other two senior brothers. He won't care about me… I'll just check the kitchen for more wine. The Talisman Sect's too stingy—this grape wine tastes like sugar water. Can't they give us something decent?" 

The drunk staggered toward the kitchen when suddenly, a tremendous force collided with him, shattering his bottle and soaking him in wine. 

"Who did that?!" he roared. 

Lin Feng and Wang Qian, in the middle of their scuffle, realized they'd bumped into someone. Wang Qian's eyes darted, and he immediately pointed. "It was him!" 

What the heck? This chubby guy's shamelessness outshines mine! 

"Sorry, we were in a hurry…" Lin Feng awkwardly apologized and helped the man up. But as he lifted him, Lin Feng suddenly recognized the man's face. 

It's you?! 

This was the drunk from the Criminal Investigation Division's Spirit Detectives Unit—the same guy who'd called him "Black Dog" and tossed him out like a rag! 

Lin Feng instantly let go, causing the man to fall back down. The bottle in his hand landed in his lap, eliciting a howl of pain. 

What the—? 

Wang Qian clapped his hands in delight. "Good one, kid! That 'pretend-to-help' trick is genius. I gotta learn that!" 

The drunk, now seething after two falls, locked eyes with Lin Feng. His expression twisted in fury. "So, it's you, Black Dog! Do you need a lesson?" 

Lin Feng noticed that the policewoman, Jiang Wan, was also present, standing right next to the drunk. 

"Scruffy Beard," Lin Feng shot back, "I'm sparing you because of your busy job, yet you still want to mess with me? I should come back tonight and teach you a lesson instead!" 

Lin Feng's temper flared. What kind of greeting is this, calling someone Black Dog?! 

The drunk, still nursing his bruised lap, snarled, "Listen up! The name's Nie Yuxuan! And don't forget to tell everyone later who it was that beat you up! Take this!" 

Nie Yuxuan lunged forward, his palm hurtling toward Lin Feng's abdomen with the force of a hurricane. Lin Feng had no time to dodge but felt a sudden pat on his back. 

 Boom! 

Nie Yuxuan's hand hit with the force of steel, but Lin Feng's stomach seemed to turn into iron itself. The impact left Nie Yuxuan's hand numb and aching. 

Lin Feng was sent flying several meters, landing heavily. Despite the pain, he appeared unharmed. 

Nie Yuxuan narrowed his eyes and noticed a talisman on Lin Feng's back. The glowing paper turned to ash. 

"A Diamond Talisman! Who are you with in the Talisman Sect?" 

The talisman had deflected Nie Yuxuan's attack. 

Wang Qian, sensing the hostility in Nie Yuxuan's tone, huffed arrogantly. "What's it to you? So, you're one of the Drunken Tigers from the Fight Sect? Bullying a dog—how impressive!" 

Lin Feng, who had been grateful a moment ago, exploded in anger when he heard this. "Wang Qian! I'll remember this!" 

Ignoring him, Wang Qian gestured at Lin Feng with his thumb. "See that? He's my opponent tonight. Until we've settled this, you can step aside!" 

Wang Qian then bolted, but Lin Feng wasn't about to let him off the hook. He kicked Wang Qian, knocking him flat before taking the lead. 

Wang Qian, sprawled on the ground, screamed, "Lin Black Dog, you shameless scoundrel!" 

"I'll black your face! Fatty, eat dirt!" Lin Feng smirked, patting his pants as he ran off. 

Wang Qian roared, "You wait and see!" 

As the two raced away, Nie Yuxuan stood up, shaking off the wine. "Damn it! Those two little brats dare mess with me? Jiang Wan, you go on ahead. I'll catch up." 

With a loud whoop, Nie Yuxuan joined the chase. 

Jiang Wan watched her senior brother storm off, sighing helplessly. Her senior had always been competitive, and this time, his pride wouldn't let him rest. 

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Lin Feng and Wang Qian knew the kitchen was in the backyard but couldn't locate it in the vast area. They darted left and right, competing as if finding the kitchen first would cement their victory. 

He glanced back and saw that the chubby guy was still trailing him closely, barely falling behind. Surprised, he blurted, "You lazy bum! Are you part rabbit or something? How are you this fast?" 

The chubby guy smirked smugly. "Fat Grandpa's hidden stat is agility, idiot dog!" 

After their exchange of insults, they noticed someone else was also chasing after them—the drunk from earlier. 

"Crap! Why is Scruffy Beard here?!" 

Lin Feng felt a pang of dread. With the drunk's monstrous strength, getting caught would be a nightmare. 

"Fatty, aren't you a Talisman Sect disciple? Where the hell is the kitchen?" 

The chubby guy replied, "How would I know? I've always been overseas! It's my first time here!" 

Lin Feng cursed internally. You useless lump! 

After running for what felt like ages, they realized they were lost. The backyard of Green Bamboo Manor was a labyrinth of interconnecting courtyards, each lit faintly, surrounded by bamboo and trees. 

Lin Feng glanced back and saw the drunk only a few dozen meters away. Desperate, he darted into the nearest courtyard. 

Green Bamboo Manor's backyard was full of traditional-style buildings, with wooden doors that opened easily when pushed. 

This courtyard had only a single small house that seemed quite old. Inside, an elderly man, stripped down to just his underpants, was lecherously chasing a young girl around the room. 

The girl, around sixteen, had delicate features and wore nothing but a dudou (a traditional Chinese bellyband). Lin Feng slammed the door open, startling both the old man and the girl. 

Lin Feng's eyes widened, and he quickly lowered his head. "Sorry! My eyesight is bad—I didn't see a thing!" 

Right after, the chubby guy burst in, yelling, "Kid, don't think you can hog this to yourself!" 

But upon seeing the embarrassing scene before him, his face turned red. "I didn't say anything… Grandpa, carry on…" 

The old man's face twisted in fury, veins bulging as he grabbed a jade walnut from the table and crushed it to powder. 

"You two… are going nowhere!" 

Lin Feng and the chubby guy froze, legs clamping together as if the crushed walnut were their own fragile parts. 

 Bang! 

The wooden door was kicked open a third time, and the drunk stormed in with a murderous glare. 

"Ha! Where do you think you're running now?" 

But the next moment, the drunk noticed the old man. His legs buckled, and he dropped to his knees, a flattering smile plastered across his face. "M-Master… were you cultivating?" 

 Master?! 

Lin Feng and the chubby guy were dumbfounded. 

The chubby guy muttered to himself, "The master of the Three Tigers of Fight Sect… that's supposed to be Elder Jing, the head of Fight Sect. Could it be…" 

He glanced up and saw the old man's face darkening. 

The chubby guy quickly covered his mouth. "I didn't say anything!" 

Having his identity exposed, the old man could no longer feign ignorance. He kicked the drunk, donned his robe, and stood before them in full grandmaster attire. "You little chubby punk. Your skills may be lacking, but you've certainly mastered Wu the Trickster's cunning. Deliberately exposing me, huh? Hmph!" 

The young girl quickly dressed and scurried out, head bowed low. Lin Feng craned his neck to watch her leave, then turned to the old man with a strange look. 

"Scruffy Beard, aren't you a cop? This old man may be your master, but shouldn't you do something about him soliciting an underage girl?" 

The drunk remained kneeling, too bitter to speak. 

The chubby guy whispered, "Black Dog, didn't you hear Scruffy Beard say the old man was cultivating? Use your dog eyes and look closer—that's a ghost! Elder Jing was just about to fuck her!" 

No sooner had the chubby guy finished speaking than the old man sent him flying with a kick. He smashed through the wooden door and landed heavily in the courtyard. 

Lin Feng froze. What the—silenced?! 

Sweat poured down his face, but then he saw the chubby guy climb up unscathed. 

The old man smirked. "Plenty of Diamond Talismans, huh?" 

Covered in dirt, the chubby guy growled, "Old Man Jing! You just wasted ten of my talismans with one kick! Are you seriously trying to kill us to silence us?!" 

The old man ignored him and turned to Lin Feng, his eyes glinting ominously. Behind him, the faint shadow of a tiger flickered. 

"Kid, first time meeting you. I am Jing Sansheng. What's your name?"