Rao Mingyue was initially startled, and upon seeing the person lying on the ground, nearly cried out in shock.
For the person who had fallen before him was none other than Mo Xu, Mr. Mo.
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, lying on the ground unconscious.
Although Rao Mingyue was young, he had grown up in the opera troupe and had been through many things, so he was much more composed than ordinary children.
He knew that Mo Xu was surely chased to a dead end by those people from the Four Seas Gang and had hidden here.
He took a deep breath, forcefully pulled Mo Xu from the ground, and dragged him into the house.
After settling him on his own bed, Rao Mingyue fetched some emergency medicine kept at home, intending to administer it to Mo Xu.
But it was only then he realized that Mo Xu’s mouth was tightly shut, and there was no way to feed him the medicine.
In desperation, he could only remove Mo Xu’s clothing, intending to check his injuries first.
Upon seeing Mo Xu’s back, Rao Mingyue couldn’t help but cover his mouth, his eyes full of horror.
Because there was a chilling wound on Mo Xu’s back.
The wound appeared small from the outside, round and seemed to be pierced by something hard.
But upon closer inspection, one would find the inner cavity was significantly large and very deep, with the viscera inside faintly visible.
Rao Mingyue was terrified, yet forced himself to calm down and poured a little hemostatic powder on the wound to prevent Mo Xu from losing too much blood.
But beyond that, he was powerless and could only silently stay by the bedside, hoping Mo Xu could survive this ordeal on his own.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before he started to feel drowsy leaning against the bedside.
At that moment, he suddenly heard Mo Xu on the bed groan and then slowly open his eyes.
Rao Mingyue exclaimed happily, "Mr. Mo, you’re awake?"
Mo Xu looked at Rao Mingyue in front of him with surprise.
He had thought he was doomed, but unexpectedly, this young boy had saved him.
"Mm!" He responded quietly.
"How are you feeling? Do you need me to do something?" Rao Mingyue asked.
"Could you prepare some medicine for me?"
"Alright!" Rao Mingyue agreed without hesitation.
Afterward, Mo Xu listed several medicines, and Rao Mingyue turned to go to the pharmacy outside to purchase them.
But Mo Xu stopped him.
"Don’t go now, the people from the Four Seas Gang are surely searching nearby. Wait until daylight, after which you can go to other markets to buy."
"Can you hold on until then?" Rao Mingyue asked worriedly.
"Don’t worry, I won’t die just yet."
Mo Xu was very aware of his current condition.
Lang Songbai’s strike nearly shattered his spine, and although narrowly avoided, his internal organs were still severely injured.
If it weren’t for his deep skills, he would have long been dead.
Although it’s best to treat the injury as soon as possible, Mo Xu didn’t want to endanger Rao Mingyue.
If he went out to buy medicine now, he would undoubtedly be targeted by the Four Seas Gang, and then both he and Rao Mingyue would be dead.
Upon hearing this, Rao Mingyue had to patiently wait till dawn.
Meanwhile, the Vice Gang Leader of the Four Seas Gang, the master of Qingjing Sea, Lang Songbai, was drinking wine in the Autumn Garden at the most prestigious Four Seasons Garden in Changping Square.
Opposite him sat a charming woman in red, Jie Huilan, the chief steward of Autumn Garden.
She poured another glass of wine for Lang Songbai, then asked with a smile, "What kind of person would require Gang Leader Lang to take action personally?"
Lang Songbai took a sip of the fine wine, then slowly exhaled, "It’s better if you don’t inquire about this. The more you know, the worse it is for you."
"Is it that serious? Then I better not ask." Jie Huilan maintained her smile, but her heart tightened.
Having known Lang Songbai for a long time, she knew that despite his perpetually smiling demeanor that seemed kind, he was extremely skilled, recognized as the most outstanding young genius in Yan Capital City, apart from the three sects, two academies, and one mountain villa.
Despite his young age, he had already stepped into the half-step Fifth Realm and ruled over Qingjing Sea, making quite the name for himself.
But such a person, to personally capture someone, only for that person to escape, and she herself couldn’t even ask more questions, clearly indicating the depth of the issue.
Having the capability to manage a top-tier brothel in a place full of power players like Changping Square, Jie Huilan was astute enough to not inquire further, simply keeping him company with drinking and chatting.
But before they could find the severely injured and fleeing Mo Xu, a subordinate hurriedly arrived.
"Gang Leader!"
"What is it?"
Lang Songbai noticed his subordinate’s anxious expression and couldn’t help but ask.
"We’ve just received news that Vice Gang Leader He of Bronze Sea, who left the city for errands, perished in Yingtai County, along with all his accompanying members."
Upon hearing this, Lang Songbai, who had been serenely sitting and drinking, couldn’t help but change his expression drastically.
"Is the news true?" He asked sternly.
"Absolutely true."
With this, even Lang Songbai could no longer sit still.
Even though his relationship with He Town wasn’t amicable, and their groups often clashed,
he was still shocked to hear such news.
After all, He Town was, like himself, someone with half-step Fifth Realm strength.
Moreover, Vice Gang Leader He has cultivated the Hundred Poison Palm, making his strength exceptionally formidable. Even I, with the Moon Breath Finger, may not secure a definite victory against him.
Now, the fact that his elite Bronze Sea force has been entirely obliterated in Yingtai County raises the question: who exactly is the person behind this?
At this thought, Lang Songbai could no longer concern himself with searching for Mo Xu. He jumped to his feet.
"Let’s go, back to the Four Seas Building."
With such a significant incident in the gang, it’s likely that the people from the Rouge Sea and the Celestial Cyan Sea are already aware of the news.
They will certainly rush back to the headquarters of the Four Seas Gang.
The long-unseen gang leader will probably also be alerted.
Therefore, I can’t afford to linger outside any longer and must quickly return.
Lang Songbai led his people back to the Four Seas Building in a hurry.
After they left, Jie Huilan’s expression also changed unpredictably.
As the leader of the underground Jianghu in Yan Capital City, the Four Seas Gang has formidable strength.
Especially after years of cultivation, their position has become very stable, and few dare challenge them.
Even at the level of the Vice Gang Leader, it is rare to hear of losses, let alone among ordinary gang members.
Yet today, so many have died at once, suggesting significant changes for the city.
Realizing this, she could no longer restrain herself and got up to walk toward the main courtyard of the Four Seasons Garden.
She wanted to quickly inform the Dean of the Four Seasons Garden of this news.
Meanwhile, the news began to spread rapidly.
For a moment, the entire Yan Capital City was stirred by the wave of rumors.
Everyone speculated who was so bold as to kill members of the Four Seas Gang.
Amidst the turmoil, Zhao Ya, who instigated this wave, was having breakfast on the street with Shang Luoluo and Zui’Er.
The steaming lamb soup was extraordinarily savory, and with a spoonful of lamb oil-infused chili, the chill of early spring was quickly dissipated, replaced by a warm sensation.
Even Zui’Er, who didn’t usually enjoy spicy food, found it hard to resist the temptation of the delicacy, eating while inhaling sharply.
"Isn’t it delicious? Back when I lived in the Capital City, my father would leave early for work and leave me the day’s meal money."
"I would come to these small stalls for a bowl of lamb soup, eating all the lamb meat and offal first, then buying a bread to soak in the soup. It would last me until the evening, saving lunch money."
"I’d save up to buy things I liked, like old books or odd trinkets."
Shang Luoluo said, her expression complex, a mix of nostalgia and a hint of sadness.
Zhao Ya felt that Shang Luoluo seemed a bit off after returning to the Capital, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what was strange.
"Shall I bring a bowl back for Uncle Shang?" Zhao Ya asked.
"No need, he never eats this. He considers such food a disgrace to refinement," Shang Luoluo replied.
At this moment, Zui’Er finished the last mouthful of soup, then contentedly burped.
"I’m full, almost ate too much."
Zhao Ya chuckled.
This girl, eating two large bowls of lamb soup alone, it’s no wonder she’s full.
He was about to go settle the bill when Shang Luoluo had already stepped forward to the stall, settling the breakfast expenses.
"Young lady, you had five bowls of lamb soup and four large bread, that’ll be two taels and one qian of silver altogether."
Zhao Ya finally got an immediate sense of the cost of living in Yan Capital City.
Previously, in Wuxiang City, two taels of silver could sustain a family of three for a month.
But in Yan Capital City, it was just a regular breakfast.
Shang Luoluo took out a piece of silver and handed it over, as the vendor prepared to give change.
Just then, a woman’s voice suddenly came from behind Shang Luoluo.
"Well, isn’t this Miss Shang? What brings you back all of a sudden?"
Hearing this voice, Shang Luoluo’s body slightly shook, then she turned around.
A group of people appeared on the street.
All these women were elegantly dressed; the leading lady, although fairly attractive, bore an expression of sharpness between her brows.
Upon seeing this group of women, Shang Luoluo’s face turned slightly pale, but she quickly regained composure. However, Zhao Ya, standing beside her, keenly noticed this change and frowned slightly, then turned his attention to the women.
It seemed that passersby were all steering clear upon seeing these women.
They approached Shang Luoluo directly, and the leading lady scrutinized Shang Luoluo from head to toe, particularly focusing on her face with a look of jealousy appearing in her eyes.
"Shang Luoluo, I can’t believe you dared to return to Yan Capital City!"
Shang Luoluo took a deep breath and softly said, "Commandery Princess Yan, I returned to the Capital with my father for an official debriefing. Is there a problem with that?"
In Yan Capital City, there’s no shortage of dignitaries.
As someone once jested, throwing a random brick in the street would hit three people of noble blood.
These women were all daughters of officials, with the leading one being particularly distinguished as a member of the Great Yan royal family, named Yan Fei.
Hearing Shang Luoluo’s words, Yan Fei sneered, "No problem, of course, no problem. Just as I’ve been feeling bored these past days, your return gives me something to do, right?"
"Shang’s wench!"