Celestial Master: I Have an Otherworld

Chapter 411 - 127: The Blind Man

Celestial Master: I Have an Otherworld

Chapter 411 - 127: The Blind Man

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Chapter 411: Chapter 127: The Blind Man

Indeed!

It was right to cast a divination before coming here. Following its guidance, things are smooth.

However, you can’t fully trust what the divination shows. Master Jiuyuan believed too much in his Divination Skill, resulting in an inevitable calamity.

Seeing the man across venting his rage on the woman, Fang Zheng’s expression remained unchanged, but his heart silently cast another divination.

This time, he didn’t rely on the Celestial Secret Compass but divined with his own skill.

An evil star loomed over the man’s head,

This is a sign of great misfortune!

"Enough."

Seeing the chaos in the booth, Bao Huisheng frowned, speaking in a muffled voice:

"Cheng, if you have something to say, say it—if not, get lost. Bullying women, what kind of skill is that?"

"Ha..."

Cheng Da looked up, sneering:

"What?"

"You feel sorry for her?"

He casually grabbed the woman’s hair and dragged it to the ground, causing her to hit her head and bleed. He wiped his hands with a napkin before speaking:

"Fatty Bao, I have two establishments that need security watching outside. You have plenty of people, send a batch over to help."

"What do you say?"

"..."

Bao Huisheng lowered his brows:

"What kind of establishments?"

"What do you think?"

Cheng Da laughed:

"Of course, establishments where men find enjoyment."

"Where are your people?"

Bao Huisheng asked:

"Don’t tell me you’re short-handed."

"Hehe..."

Cheng Da rubbed his chin, smiling:

"I hear your Bao Family has good relations with the local Public Security Bureau. The establishments you manage have never had issues."

"I don’t have that kind of ability."

"Rest assured!"

Seeing Bao Huisheng remain silent, Cheng Da sneered:

"The places aren’t involved with gambling or drugs, and the money is paid in full, not a cent less."

Upon hearing this,

Bao Huisheng’s expression relaxed.

He was most afraid of these two things, especially the latter. If caught red-handed, even the family’s support wouldn’t help.

"Bao."

Cheng Da spoke:

"Don’t think that just because you’ve come ashore, you can clear away past matters. Back in the day, your Bao Family had just as much blood on their hands as us."

"Are you in or out, give a straight answer!"

With that, he poured a full glass of wine onto the table.

Indeed.

The Bao Family rose through force.

In the turbulent years past, whether for protecting their assets or vying for power, their hands were not idle.

Cheng Da’s words carried a subtle threat; if they don’t provide this courtesy, it could lead to trouble for the Bao Family later.

"Alright!"

After a moment of contemplation, Bao Huisheng finally nodded:

"I can assure a security team of up to fifty people."

"Haha..."

Cheng Da laughed heartily:

"I knew Brother Bao wouldn’t let me down!"

"Bitch!"

He kicked the woman on the ground:

"Serve the wine to Brother Bao."

Having reached an agreement, Fatty Bao became Brother Bao.

The woman trembled, struggling to climb up from the ground, picked up the glass of wine, and handed it to Bao Huisheng.

She was dressed skimpily, covered in injuries, even under the colorful flashing nightclub lights, her face was ashen.

With weakened strength, she wobbled while holding the glass, spilling half before reaching close.

"Useless!"

Cheng Da’s eyes widened, he picked up a nearby beer bottle and smashed it on her head:

"Bang!"

The bottle shattered.

The woman fell to the ground, bleeding from her head, her body twitching uncontrollably.

"Can’t even serve wine, what’s the use of keeping you?"

Cheng Da seized with rage, glared coldly, and stepped forward to grab another bottle.

About to strike again.

Nightclub bottles are mostly heavy spirits bottles, robustly made, far different from ordinary beer bottles; the consequences upon impact are difficult to predict.

More so when it’s the head?

Fang Zheng’s eyes shifted slightly, he reached out to gently stop him, speaking slowly:

"Brother Cheng, if you hit again, it could lead to a fatality."

"Oh!"

Cheng Da raised an eyebrow:

"This Daoist seems to cherish tenderness."

Fang Zheng shook his head lightly.

He hadn’t intended to interfere, but if it weren’t for his previous divination remarks that said the woman was invaluable, Cheng Da wouldn’t be so furious.

Without his words, she might only suffer minor injuries; with them, she was gravely harmed.

Ultimately,

It was caused by him.

’The ancient said: Divinations should not be casually performed, one must not grasp karmic consequences, truly this is unavoidable.’

"Just for the Daoist to know."

Cheng Da put down the bottle and returned to his seat with a grin:

"This woman, along with others, cheated me out of ten million on the gambling table. Unfortunately, her accomplices betrayed her after they got their hands on the money."

"Ten million!"

He gritted his teeth:

"Enough to buy several of her lives!"

"Daoist..."

Cheng Da’s eyes turned as he leaned forward, smiling:

"You cherish tenderness, I wonder if you’d be willing to pay ten million to buy her life?"

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.

......

Hu Jiangli and Bi Zixi, with autumn orchids as adornment.

Zixi.

It is the name of the woman on the bed.

However, few call her by this name, preferring Sister Hong or Xiao Hong, even she sometimes forgets her own name.

"Hmm..."

The woman curled up, groaning in pain, feeling itchy and numb under the ointment applied to her head and body.

After a long while.

She struggled to sit up from the bed, glanced at the silhouette standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, and said softly:

"Daoist, I’m going to wash myself."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, possessing a neutral magnetism. Though it lacked the crisp, pleasant quality, it had another kind of charm.

"You have injuries, and the applied ointment is still effective. Washing it away will slow the healing."

Fang Zheng replied calmly:

"Just rest well."

"How can that be?"

Xiao Hong shook her head: 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"You paid a hundred thousand for seven days with me, I must serve you well."

With those words, not waiting for Fang Zheng to respond, she staggered towards the bathroom. Before long, the sound of running water could be heard.

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