Chapter 84

True hero?

Tragic hero?

What hero?

Just an internal feud in a counterfeit money gang causing a chain reaction; the movie title is over the top!

In the jianghu, there are no heroes, just a bunch of petty crooks.

Including Li Xin himself.

Feelings are feelings; don't drag them onto heroes. Without national righteousness first, who dares call themselves a hero?

So, from the day he entered the jianghu feeling indifferent to those so‑called heroes, he gained enough benefits that he must pay a heavy price.

In one month, he obtained wealth others could never accumulate in a lifetime; yet when he felt wronged, he complained like a bitter wife about the unfair world?

When spending money lavishly, on yachts with fresh models, did he ever think of how to write the two words 'unfair'?

That makes no sense!

Repay grudges, vent resentments—where does all this trouble come from?

Look, Li Xin handled it well; I'll avenge you, you work for me.

Fair trade, no deception to young or old.

Li Xin earnestly looked at Tan Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, I still admire your methods, but I have no choice—I must use your life to help me do something, so I have to impose on you!"

"I dislike trouble, especially old silver coins; I know this type of person well."

"So the best solution is to eliminate the source of trouble—I can only invite you over and send you on your final journey; then we'll both be free of trouble!"

Tan Cheng felt depressed and wanted to cry, "What the hell kind of reasoning is this?"

If you want to get things done, you must use my life as a stake? That's utterly unreasonable!

Isn't this just crazy?

Tan Cheng's smile was uglier than a cry; feeling wronged, he said, "Brother Xin, you ought to reason! I haven't offended you—you should let me die with understanding, shouldn't you?"

Li Xin put his arm around Song Zihao's shoulder, smiling, and said, "Brother Cheng, you betrayed Brother Hao, making him eat stale corn for three years—what did he say?"

"None, right?"

"So don't complain—from the day you entered the jianghu, your life has been hanging at your waist; whether you die early or late, you must die, no difference."

"In a moment, after you catch up with Brother Hao, I'll prepare a cigarette and a cup of wine for you—take a puff, sip the wine, then set off peacefully; that's it."

Tan Cheng watched Li Xin's silhouette stride out the door.

Pleadingly looking at Song Zihao, he asked, "Brother Hao, I know I was wrong! Can you let me off?"

Song Zihao looked into his eyes and earnestly replied, "No, you're not aware you're wrong—you're aware you're going to die!"

No questioning, no scolding, no tormenting of Tan Cheng—after saying that, he strode out of the warehouse, and all grudges ended.

Life starts anew!

Song Zihao left with Xiao Ma.

Before heading to Japan, no one knew what Li Xin had said to Song Zihao; as he left, Song Zihao's mood was complex.

Immortal Trust is a genius, a genius who didn't devote his mind to the righteous path!

This is Song Zihao's inner voice.

Brother Hao overthought it!

These are things he saw and heard in his past life—even his mother was deceived—so his memory of them is fresh!

Li Xin is still a person of feeling; since Brother Hao worked for him, he ought to take good care of Hao's brother.

The day after Song Zihao left.

Song Zijie was recalled to the police bureau, having excellently completed his undercover mission, promoted one rank, from senior officer to police chief.

After Song Zijie left the inspector's office, the inspector picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"A Tou, everything's settled—what else do you need me to do?"

Chief Huang patted his big belly, chuckling, and said, "Very good, I'm quite satisfied."

"Also, is it possible that in a month or two, that police chief surnamed Song will crack a major case and, due to merit, be promoted to bureau chief?"

The inspector understood instantly and replied cheerfully, "It must be possible—how could it not be? In two months, then; too soon wouldn't be good."

"In two months, Police Chief Song Zijie will crack a major case and be appointed bureau chief."

"After another year or so, I'll write him a recommendation letter; even becoming a trainee inspector is possible. A Tou, is there anything else to instruct?"

"Great! You have lots of potential, I'm very satisfied—hanging up."

Huang Bingyao hung up the phone.

Muttering, "A Xin finally managed to ask me once; as the Big Brother, I must also give him a thorough solution!"

He picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and looked at the black goji berries in the cup.

Even more satisfied!

Little brother A Xin knows how to conduct himself; this wild black goji from our hometown is just great!

When drunk, they each carry a different flavor.

……

Li Xin didn't know what Old Huang was thinking; now he's making a call to someone, asking for a favor!

"Mr. Yao, I've done you such a big favor—don't you owe me a favor?"

Mr. Yao was so angry he was about to curse!

This shameless Immortal Trust, without even a greeting, directly did in Tan Cheng, and now he's turning around to ask him for a favor.

Tan Cheng's demise is just that—just find a pleasing simpleton.

But where does this favor come from?

They make counterfeit money; they can't afford to provoke these Gangdao local snakes, let alone Immortal Trust, which isn't a snake but a giant python of the martial world.

He pinched his nose and asked, "Immortal Trust, the matter of A Cheng is just left like that, but how do we start talking about favors? Why should I owe you a favor?"

Li Xin silently cursed: Damn, if it weren't for me, you old bastard would be begging for death!

He doesn't know gratitude at all.

Eh, he also doesn't know what's going on; as long as he's involved, all the plot will go full speed in an unpredictable direction.

Not a single normal one!

Hey! Too hard.

Li Xin heard that Yao Lao Deng refuses to acknowledge this favor—how could that be acceptable?

He opened his mouth and said, "Hey! Don't say you don't know who Tan Cheng is; this time I've settled the trouble for you, you owe me a favor—this is set."

Having said that, he hung up the phone.

Toward those counterfeiters, he feels no ill will; they're just trying to make a living, and they earn their food through genuine skill.

Compared to those short mules, they are genuine technical talent!

Making a living through skill is perfectly natural; they're not eating from his family's table.

Eh, this point is very important.

As long as they pose no threat to him, he can give a smile to any hero or bandit in the martial world.

Just like those river-crossing dragons who come to Gangdao to earn a little money to go home and make a living, sometimes even taking a boat back from Xi Gong, right?

Li Xin provided them with a lot of convenience.

They're just poor brothers; coming to Gangdao to earn a little money is perfectly normal—if they got rich, they wouldn't come, would they?

Because of this, his reputation is very well-known in a certain circle.

He is called 'Xi Gong Xiao Mengchang'.

As for them being arrested, could they possibly implicate him? That's impossible.

He hasn't even met them in person; if the police station dares to come after him, he'll sue them for slander.

Slander, they're slandering me!

At this point, Huang Da Wen, the royal counsel, can step in—around the clock, filing nonstop complaints against the police station.

Uncle Wen is professional in this regard; he can always find different angles and directions to lodge complaints against them.

This is what you call professional….