"Monk..." Xiao Tian was at a loss for words. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t have imagined that the person thrown out of the massage parlor was actually a monk. And it was the very monk named Curry, whom he just met today and was said to be the reincarnation of the Living Buddha! This made Xiao Tian question his own judgment. When he first saw the monk, he felt a spiritual aura around him, thinking he must be an enlightened monk, only to find this guy in the red-light district shortly after? The most outrageous part for Xiao Tian was that the monk not only visited a brothel, but also left without paying! "Haha! Hahaha!" At this moment, Curry also noticed Xiao Tian. He laughed loudly with excitement, walked over quickly, and said with a grin, "Fate really brings us together, my benefactor. I never expected to meet you here." He scanned Xiao Tian from head to toe, suddenly put on a serious face, and said righteously, "Amitabha, my benefactor, lust is a great sin, and you should stay away from places like these. Don’t mind that I just came out of there, I only did it to experience worldly red dust, to spread the Dharma, and save people, unlike those patrons. As the Buddha says, ’If I don’t enter hell, who will?’" Xiao Tian was even more speechless. ’If I don’t enter hell, who will?’ Screw you! This monk’s skin is sure thick, not only does he not pay after visiting a brothel, but he also speaks so righteously and confidently. He’s definitely a fake monk, and even if he’s not, he’s no good person. Xiao Tian couldn’t be bothered to engage, didn’t even look at Curry, and quickly walked away. Curry remained smiling, did not follow, but frowned slightly and muttered to himself in a low voice, "Having just finished spreading the Dharma, I’m a bit hungry. Should I go for roast lamb or roast chicken? Life is full of such choices, it’s really troublesome..." His voice wasn’t loud, yet several passersby could hear it clearly and instantly threw contemptuous looks his way. Curry acted as if nothing had happened. He casually pulled out a small bottle of Erguotou liquor from his coat, took a small sip, smacked his lips, slightly tilted his head back, and sighed with contentment, "Ah, so comfortable... with meat and wine, I am a free monk of the mundane world." ... On the other side. Xiao Tian quickly walked out of the alley and returned to the main street. Preparing to drive back, the roaring sound of sports cars suddenly approached from a distance. Five sports cars stopped in quick succession beside Xiao Tian. Each sports car was occupied by a young man dressed in designer clothes or a flamboyantly dressed young woman. These were wealthy young heirs. As long as they stayed out of trouble, Xiao Tian couldn’t be bothered with them. But just as Xiao Tian was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a familiar face in the driver’s seat of the red Lamborghini in front of him. Nie Lan... Suddenly, Xiao Tian felt a headache coming on. Here we go again, being targeted by that neurotic woman! Before Xiao Tian could say anything, Nie Lan jumped up excitedly, waved at him vigorously, and shouted with enthusiasm, "Xiao Tian, what a coincidence! You’re in Hang City too! Come join us for some fun!" No sooner had she finished speaking than she jumped out of the car, ran over, and dragged Xiao Tian onto it. A sudden intuition rose in Xiao Tian’s mind! It’s very likely that Fan Ming is still in Hang City! His faint sixth sense had helped him numerous times before. Being with Nie Lan might very well mean encountering Fan Ming again! Xiao Tian didn’t refuse and got into Nie Lan’s car. Nie Lan picked up the walkie-talkie and started gesturing wildly, never stopping her excited chatter. "Did you all see that? The person who just got into the car with me is the Xiao Tian I’ve been telling you all about!" "He’s really impressive, a top-notch street racer. In our Shanghai, those so-called Car Gods are nothing in his hands." "And that’s not all. He can really fight too — not like those street hooligans. Let me tell you, there was once a Japanese expert showing off in Shanghai, beating up many martial artists. But as soon as he made a move, just one punch, and he floored that Japanese expert." The more she spoke, the more animated Nie Lan became, but there was no response from anyone on the walkie-talkie. In the surrounding sports cars, the faces of the four young people turned as black as the bottom of a pot. These were rich young masters used to hearing compliments. How could they tolerate anyone praising someone else right in front of them? After twenty minutes, the car finally stopped at the entrance of a bar. "We’re here! Let’s get out and dance and drink!" As soon as the car was turned off, Nie Lan jumped out and the group entered the bar. After having some drinks together, the alcohol kicked in, turning Nie Lan’s face beet red and making her even more excited. She eagerly shouted, "Let’s dance! It’s rare to have such a good time, let’s get wild!" Saying this, she tried to drag Xiao Tian to the dance floor. Xiao Tian really wasn’t in the mood. On the way to the bar, he checked his phone every few seconds, but still hadn’t received any news. Unable to confirm Fan Ming’s whereabouts, he remained uneasy. "Come on, why are you just sitting here! Come and have fun with us!" Nie Lan pulled hard on Xiao Tian, urging him relentlessly. Xiao Tian, worn down, reluctantly followed her to the dance floor. On the dance floor of the bar. Blindingly colorful lights flashed, and the heavy metal music was deafening, full of intensity. The moment she stepped into the dance floor, Nie Lan got into the groove right away, swaying wildly to the music, appearing even more alluring. "Xiao Tian, come on, dance!" Nie Lan grabbed Xiao Tian’s hands, shrieking with excitement. Xiao Tian, with no other option, could only dance to the rhythm! "Oh, come on!" Nie Lan gave him a dismissive look and said, "Can’t you get more into it? Where’s all that energy from before? Come and dance with me!" Saying this, she wrapped herself around Xiao Tian’s waist like a snake, threw an enchanting glance his way, becoming a seductive little vixen. Nie Lan was already dressed seductively, and this brought Xiao Tian’s emotions stirring. At this moment, two scantily dressed girls approached and linked arms with Nie Lan. "Nie Lan, come party with us!" "Yeah, come on?" "Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you to dance." The two girls laughed and chatted, dragging Nie Lan away. Xiao Tian, enjoying some peace, didn’t follow. Just as he was about to leave the dance floor, from another direction, six or seven young hooligans with dyed hair and tattoos, holding beer bottles, wobbled over and blocked Nie Lan and the girl’s way. "Hey, babe!" The lead yellow-haired hooligan stepped forward, leering at Nie Lan sleazily, and said, "Why the long face in a fun place like this? Did your man ditch you? Why not come with us brothers, and we’ll show you a good time?" After saying this, the yellow-haired hooligan reached out a wandering hand to touch Nie Lan’s face, nearly drooling.