Da Tang Si Zi: My Six Super Rich Little Nuggets!

Chapter 320 The Shadow of the Wolf King and the Metamorphosis of Power

Meanwhile, ever since Song Erjiu was reprimanded by the Wolf King, he had been plotting to make more money quickly.

One dark and windy day, he sneaked into the Persian trading post in the East Market, intending to steal a few bolts of brocade. However, he unexpectedly stumbled upon the territory of the "Shunfu Gang." The leader of the Shunfu Gang was a notoriously ruthless octopus thief. Erjiu was caught red-handed on the spot. With a flash of cold light, his left little finger "thudded" into a crack in the bluestone slab. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and he howled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on as he fled back to the gang.

Upon hearing the news, Song Daqin grabbed a goose-feather knife from the corner of the wall and was about to rush out the door: "He's gone too far! He dares to touch my brother, I'll kick his dog's head like a football!" Song Xiaobai reacted quickly, grabbing her sleeve, a cold glint flashing in the wide sleeve as it flew: "Wait! The Shunfu Gang is deeply rooted in the East Market, we won't get away with this rash action."

Three days later is the West Market Treasure Competition. I have my own way of making him pay for his crimes in blood.” Da Qin gritted his teeth and sheathed his knife, but the anger in his eyes burned so fiercely that it seemed to melt even the bronze mirror.

The turmoil on one side had barely subsided when another incident arose on the other.

A woman named Xiao Bing always loitered in front of the taverns in Pingkang Ward. Whenever she saw Er Jiu, she would use sign language and pull out a lacquered box inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Inside were lip rouge and inkstones, tributes from the Western Regions, gleaming strangely in the moonlight. Er Jiu scratched his head, stammering, "This…this isn't some kind of stolen goods deal, is it?" Xiao Bing stamped her feet anxiously, pulled out a crumpled silk book with a strange totem printed on it, and dragged Er Jiu towards Chongren Ward. It turned out she wanted to take him to hear about "making money."

Erjiu looked at the densely packed crowd in the workshop, all of them listening intently with shining eyes, and felt a chill run down her spine. Xiao Bing was talking animatedly about "bartering, a sure-fire way to make a fortune," but he didn't even glance at Erjiu's bandaged, severed finger. However, remembering the candied plums Xiao Bing usually gave her, Erjiu swallowed her doubts and said only, "We'll decide when Song Xiaobai comes back."

Furthermore, Erjiu once sneaked into the residence of an official from the Imperial Household Department and stole a tortoise shell inlaid with a luminous stone. This tortoise shell could be exchanged for a hundred bushels of millet on the black market. He happily pocketed it and went to the Wolf King, rubbing his hands together as he quoted a price: "Five thousand strings of cash! Not a penny less!" The Wolf King glanced at him sideways, playing with his jade thumb ring and sneering: "Five strings of cash, take it or leave it." Erjiu was so anxious he was jumping up and down, but seeing the burly man standing behind the Wolf King, he finally had no choice but to accept the five strings of cash with a mournful face, looking like a stray dog ​​whose food had been stolen.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, the Shunfu Gang's spies were watching the alliance's every move. The silk scroll with its totem in Xiao Bing's hand flickered in the candlelight, and the Wolf King's jade ring flashed with a ghostly light. Under the night sky of Chang'an, an even greater storm was quietly brewing...

In the early years of the Kaiyuan era, in front of the "Green Yan Zhai" barbershop on Zhuque Street in Chang'an, the copper basin signboard swayed wildly in the wind like a rattle-drum. Rumors circulated that anyone who could steal from the Octopus Thief was "certified" by the local underworld of Chang'an. But then a disheveled stranger, with a tattered gourd dangling from his waist like a drunkard, brazenly burst through the shop door, making the doorframe tremble.

"Boss, trim the tangled mess on my head!" The man plopped down on the couch, his hair a complete tangle, obscuring his face. Octopus Thief grabbed his bronze razor, ready to strike, but with a "whoosh," the gleaming steel scissors on the table vanished!

The octopus thief from Shunfu Gang chuckled, his half-missing yellow front tooth whistling through the air: "Hey! A little thief who stole scissors, this is the first time I've ever seen one, quite a sight!" Before he could react, the man grabbed the pure silver comb and stuffed it into his pocket, stray hairs sticking to his face, and then he took off running.

"Stop! Do you think this is your own vegetable garden, where you can just pull up scallions whenever you want?" The octopus thief flung out a red silk ribbon, which wrapped around the man's ankle like a lasso. "According to the rules, taking one item means you've entered the world of martial arts. Consider this comb your 'license to operate in the martial arts world.' From now on, when you're in Chang'an, remember the 'territorial boundaries' of each market, and don't wander around recklessly!" When the outsider took the pure silver comb, his knuckles were as stiff as stone, looking like he was about to use the comb as a hidden weapon at any moment.

Who knew that this hothead would become so arrogant after leaving the shop, weaving through the crowd in the East Market like an eel. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen money pouches were in his sleeve. He was happily munching on the stolen flatbread, smacking his lips, when suddenly seven or eight men appeared, led by the octopus thief's henchman.

The steel blade fell with a sharp crack, startling the sparrows under the eaves into a flurry of flight, and the stranger's left little finger also "ran away from home." The deputy picked up the blood-stained money bag and tossed it to the ground like a rag: "Remember this! The East Market is 'Shunfuzhai's' territory. Dare to cross the line, and next time it won't be a finger that gets lost, but the fingers below, or the head above!"

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. The willows outside Chunming Gate have turned green and then yellow, and then green again.

One night, the Wolf King, like a vulture, crouched on the eaves of Chongrenfang, patrolling, when he suddenly heard a series of crackling sounds coming from the alley. In the moonlight, a woman in white was riding on a man's back, half a bloody ear still in her mouth. As her skirt fluttered, she kicked the man's waist and abdomen like she was kicking a shuttlecock. Upon closer inspection, the woman was also tightly protecting a child as thin as a bamboo pole in her arms—it turned out to be the younger brother of the "Beggar Gang," who was being used as a cash cow.

"Wow! This girl is even hotter than a spicier chili pepper!" The Wolf King slapped his thigh with delight, the silver bells on his belt jingling incessantly. He swung out his chain, ensnaring the pursuing thugs like a wild boar, and leaned down to examine the woman. Good heavens, blood was smeared at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were so fierce they could gouge two holes in a person.

"Girl, follow me, the Wolf King, and I guarantee you'll be able to walk sideways for miles around Chang'an!" The woman, however, held the child even tighter, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth: "Hmph, let's deal with these bastards first!"

The wolf king threw his head back and laughed wildly. The moment he drew his scimitar, the blade reflected the fiery excitement in his eyes.

That night, screams echoed through the dark alleys of Chongrenfang, and the landscape of the martial arts world in Chang'an began to change because of this "bloody" encounter!