Acting Young Master

Translator: Cinder Translations

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At the next moment, Song Wen loosened his dagger.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't kill Guo Hang and the others, at least not in front of everyone's eyes.

His body had the ability to involuntarily devour others' essence and blood. He wasn't sure if he could control the process of devouring others' blood.

If he killed Guo Hang and the others, in front of everyone and his body uncontrollably absorbed their essence, he would have no defense and would surely be branded a demon, burned alive in public to appease public anger.

Song Wen stood up and spoke loudly.

"Sir Guo, please wait."

Guo Hang heard the words and turned around, staring at Song Wen.

"Who are you?"

The more Guo Hang looked at Song Wen, the more familiar he felt, but he couldn't recall where he had seen him.

Song Wen smiled, "Sir Guo has a good memory. Thanks to you back then, I was recommended to the Tian Sha Gang. It was because of that I could become the direct disciple of Master Ji Yin. I have to thank Sir Guo for your guidance."

A flicker of recognition flashed in Guo Hang's eyes, "You're that scholar... called Song Wen!"

Song Wen said, "Sir Guo has a great memory indeed."

There was a trace of apprehension on Guo Hang's face.

Before, the young people sent to Ji Yin were all sent to see Yama.

Song Wen was the first one who managed to walk out of Ji Yin's courtyard alive.

Back then, he had deceived Song Wen and sold him for ten taels of silver, which could be said to have offended him deeply.

Logically speaking, Song Wen should hate him, but looking at Song Wen's face, he couldn't see any hatred, only a deep sense of gratitude.

Guo Hang asked cautiously, "If Master Song wants to stop me, what's the matter?"

Song Wen had an expression that suggested it was only right and proper, "I came to express my thanks. I must thank Sir Guo for recommending me to the Tian Sha Gang. Sir Guo, you are my benefactor."

He took out a silver ingot and threw it on the wooden table, saying to the stall owner,

"This is the meal money for me and Sir Guo. Sir Guo is an elite of the Tian Sha Gang. How can we be short of this little money? It's just that I hurried out today and Sir Guo forgot to bring money."

Guo Hang looked at the silver ingot on the table, feeling a bit jealous. It was a full ten taels of silver, enough for him to live freely for two days.

He looked at Song Wen again but couldn't discern any falsehood. Instead, Song Wen seemed to be fervently maintaining his own image.

Guo Hang couldn't help but wonder.

Was this Song Wen really that foolish? Did he not realize that he had sold him out back then?

While Guo Hang was still pondering, the stall owner was having difficulty deciding.

He looked at Song Wen and stuttered, "Sir, I can't make change."

Song Wen said, "No need to make change. Consider the rest as your tip."

The stall owner hesitated. Guo Hang had given him a bad impression just now, and he was afraid of trouble, so he didn't dare to easily accept the silver ingot. But when the silver that was within reach was about to slip away from his hand, he couldn't bear it.

While the stall owner was hesitating, Song Wen continued, "You can just keep it."

After saying that, Song Wen said to Guo Hang again, "Sir Guo, where is your residence? I plan to visit when I have some free time."

"At No. 15, Tong Luo Lane." Guo Hang blurted out.

As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He always felt that Song Wen was acting strangely.

He shouldn't have revealed his true residence so easily.

A sense of unease rose in his heart, and Guo Hang decided to stay away from Song Wen for now.

"Master Song, I still have gang affairs today, so I won't accompany you. Another day, I'll treat you to meat and wine."

Song Wen sneered, "Sir Guo seems busy."

Guo Hang, accompanied by his two subordinates, turned and left.

Staring at the backs of the three men, Song Wen's eyes were cold, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

No. 25 Tong Luo Lane!

Just wait, I'll come find you soon.

After walking a long distance, Guo Hang suddenly turned around and looked towards the position of the small stall, but Song Wen's figure was nowhere to be seen.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He felt that Song Wen was acting too unusually. How could there be such a foolish person in this world? Did he really not realize that he had sold him out?

Now that Song Wen was a disciple of Ji Yin, Guo Hang felt powerless to harm him.

Just then, on the street ahead, a group of people appeared.

More than ten elite members of the Tian Sha Gang surrounded a bullock cart and slowly approached.

A sturdy green ox pulled a cart frame without a canopy. On the wooden boards of the frame lay the body of a giant white tiger, about twelve feet long.

The robust body of the white tiger, its sharp claws, and its pointed fangs all indicated its former fierceness, attracting many passersby to stop and watch.

The members of the Tian Sha Gang praised incessantly, surrounding a young man in his twenties.

"Acting Leader, you're truly remarkable. At such a young age, you managed to hunt down this kind of fierce beast alone."

"Tsk tsk, look at the fangs of this beast. They must be at least four inches long! And those sharp claws and thick tail... It's incredible that the Acting Leader could kill it."

"In the future, under the leadership of our Acting Leader, the Tian Sha Gang will surely become even stronger."

Listening to the praise of the crowd and the admiring gazes of onlookers, Tang Liang felt proud and satisfied. Even the leg where a piece of flesh had been torn off by the white tiger didn't seem painful anymore.

His eyes suddenly caught sight of Guo Hang ahead. He waved at Guo Hang and shouted loudly.

"Guo Hang, come here. Come see how this Acting Leader slaughtered this white tiger!"

Upon hearing Tang Liang's call, Guo Hang couldn't help but feel surprised.

As the son of the gang leader, Tang Liang was appointed as the Acting Leader by the gang leader, Tang Yinan.

Usually, Tang Liang looked down on him as a small gangster and ignored him.

Today, unexpectedly, he took the initiative to greet him.

Guo Hang suddenly had a plan in mind. If he couldn't deal with Song Wen, maybe Tang Liang could.

Guo Hang hurried over to Tang Liang and bowed respectfully.

"Acting Leader, did you call me?"

Pointing at the white tiger with hanging eyes, Tang Liang said, "What do you think of this white tiger?"

Guo Hang showed a look of admiration, "Acting Leader is mighty. Facing such a fierce beast alone and being able to kill it, only a hero like the Acting Leader has the courage."

Tang Liang nodded in satisfaction.

Guo Hang suddenly changed the topic, "It's a pity..."

"A pity about what?" Tang Liang's expression turned sour, displeased.

"It's a pity that we martial artists, no matter how powerful, are just ordinary martial men. Our mortal strength is limited. Unlike people like Ji Yin, who can effortlessly unleash powerful spells with just a gesture."

The satisfaction on Tang Liang's face gradually faded, replaced by resentment.

He had begged Ji Yin many times, even had his father plead on his behalf, to learn immortal techniques. But Ji Yin completely disregarded their dignity, bluntly stating, "Neither of you have the fate for immortality," and flatly refused them.

Without even giving them a chance, how could Ji Yin know that they didn't have the fate for immortality?

(End of the Chapter)