Chapter 7 In Three Days, We Attack the Canal Gang

Bang!

The door was violently kicked open, and a group of people stormed in.

Inside the room, women's clothes were scattered across the floor, and a young man, shirtless, sat confidently at the table.

"So, you're the fisherman?"

The leader, known as Ding Ye, glanced at Li Changsheng, a flicker of envy crossing his eyes.

As a Houtian-level martial artist and someone deeply trusted by the young master of the Canal Gang, he couldn't even afford to spend fifty taels of silver for a night at the Spring Fragrance Tower. Yet, here was a fisherman who, by sheer luck, had found a few medicinal herbs and done something he could only dream of.

The other gang members leered at the bed, where Xiao Qing was curled up under the blankets. Though they couldn't see much, their imaginations ran wild. They had always dreamed of making it big and spending a night with the most expensive girls at the Spring Fragrance Tower, but they never expected to enter such a luxurious room under these circumstances.

"Come with us. Someone wants to see you."

Seeing that Li Changsheng remained seated, Ding Ye frowned slightly.

"I have no connection with your Canal Gang. Why does your gang want to see me?" Li Changsheng picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Before Ding Ye could respond, one of the gang members beside him impatiently snapped:

"Kid, it's an honor to be summoned by a big shot from the Canal Gang. Don't be ungrateful."

Another older member frowned and added:

"Brother Ding, since this kid doesn't know his place, why don't we just break his legs and drag him back?"

"After all, the young master only wants the location of the Bone Tempering Grass. It doesn't matter if he's crippled!"

Ding Ye nodded in agreement.

The other gang members also glared at Li Changsheng with hostility. They couldn't stand the sight of this young man who, at such a tender age, had enjoyed something they could only fantasize about.

Li Changsheng smiled faintly. "Originally, you all deserved to die."

"But consider yourselves lucky. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill you."

"However, while you'll escape death, you won't escape punishment. Let's break your limbs."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Changsheng moved!

With a single step, he appeared in front of Ding Ye, his hand striking toward Ding's chest.

Ding Ye, a seasoned martial artist, reacted instantly, crossing his arms in front of his chest to block the attack.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed through the room.

To everyone's astonishment, Ding Ye's arms snapped, and his body was sent crashing through the wooden floor of the third story.

A look of terror filled Ding Ye's face. The moment his arms collided with the fisherman's palm, it felt as if he had been hit by a massive boulder. Though his arms were now numb, his instincts told him they were ruined.

'We've kicked an iron plate!'

The gang members' legs trembled. If Ding Ye couldn't even withstand a single move from this fisherman, what chance did they have?

The madam of the brothel, too, struggled to keep her balance. The Spring Fragrance Tower had grown so large in Witch Mountain City partly due to the Canal Gang's backing. She never imagined that a mere fisherman could possess such terrifying strength.

To cripple a Houtian-level martial artist with a single strike—this man had to be at least at the late Houtian level. Someone of such strength couldn't possibly be an unknown figure in Witch Mountain City!

"Young master, have mercy! It was Ding Hu who forced me to bring them here!"

The madam fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with Xiao Qing, who was sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket. "Xiao Qing, all these years I've treated you well. If it weren't for me, you would've fallen into the hands of those men long ago. Please, beg for my forgiveness!"

Li Changsheng glanced at Bai Qing'er. After all, she was the first woman he'd been with in this life. The madam was just a minor figure; if she pleaded for her, he might spare her.

"Young master, could you please spare Madam Wang?"

Xiao Qing sighed softly.

Though she didn't particularly like Madam Wang's character, it was undeniable that she had been able to live peacefully at the Spring Fragrance Tower, learning music, chess, and painting, all because of Madam Wang's protection.

Li Changsheng nodded in response.

With a single step, his hands moved like lightning, swiftly striking the limbs of the gang members. The men fell to the ground as if electrocuted, writhing in pain.

"My legs! My legs are broken!"

"Ah! My arms!"

The gang members lay on the floor, howling in agony, unable to move.

Li Changsheng turned to the madam and said coldly:

"Take these trash away. Go tell the Canal Gang that in three days, I'll personally storm their headquarters."

The madam's face turned pale, and she nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes! I'll have someone take them to the Canal Gang immediately!"

She then scrambled down the stairs.

Moments later, the madam returned with over a dozen guards from the Spring Fragrance Tower. They carried the screaming gang members away.

…

By now, the commotion on the third floor had woken up many of the brothel's patrons. They stepped out of their rooms to see the guards hauling away six or seven loudly groaning men.

"Gasp!"

"Isn't that Ding Hu from the Canal Gang? He's a Houtian-level martial artist, and yet he's been crippled!"

In Witch Mountain City, there were fewer than a hundred Houtian-level martial artists, so Ding Hu was a recognizable figure.

"Who's staying on the third floor? They actually dared to attack members of the Canal Gang!"

"Could it be the third young master of the Song family? The Songs and the Canal Gang have had their disputes, and the young master was here earlier tonight."

Someone whispered the speculation.

"No, it's not the third young master. He left half an hour ago," another promptly countered.

Finally, someone stepped forward and declared with certainty:

"No matter who it is, anyone who dares to attack the Canal Gang like this is as good as dead!"

…

In the room, the madam had already had the maids clean up the blood before leaving.

Li Changsheng sat in his chair.

Bai Qing'er had dressed and was now sitting not far from Li Changsheng, her expression complicated. She sighed softly and said:

"You should leave quickly. The Canal Gang is powerful. You can't possibly win against them."

Li Changsheng poured himself a cup of wine, took a sip, and replied:

"If you know how powerful the Canal Gang is, why are you still here? Aren't you afraid they'll take their anger out on you?"

Bai Qing'er shook her head. "The Spring Fragrance Tower has ties to the Song family. As long as the Songs remain, the Canal Gang won't do anything too extreme to me. However, the gang won't allow anyone in Witch Mountain City to challenge their authority."

"That's why you must die."

Li Changsheng drained his cup of wine and said calmly:

"If they see the injuries of Ding Hu and the others, they won't dare to act rashly. Instead, they'll gather their strongest fighters at their headquarters and wait for me to walk into their trap."

"And that's exactly what I want—to have all their experts in one place so I don't have to hunt them down one by one."