Legend Management Bureau Chapter 192

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“Wife… it’s not even the seventh day of the seventh lunar month yet… why are you here?” Niulang asked, stunned.

“I can’t come, is that it?” Zhinu grew angrier the more she thought about it. “Didn’t you just say that anyone who hurts your brothers must die? Come on then, kill me, come on!”

Niulang instantly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of situation was this? Who could have imagined that the person who suddenly came to smash the place up was actually the boss’s wife?

When the numerous thugs heard this, they realized they had poked a hornet’s nest. Since she was Niulang’s wife, didn’t that mean the woman in front of them was Zhinu?

“Wife… you have to leave me some face, how am I supposed to face my brothers like this…”

“Fine!” Zhinu scoffed coldly. “Having a True Immortal level wife is an embarrassment to you, is it? Whatever, you can just live with your brothers from now on.”

After Zhinu finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the bar. Seeing this, Niulang hurriedly chased after her.

Du Yu chuckled secretly to the side. Although Zhinu was usually extremely smart, modest, and polite, she became a completely different person in front of Niulang. Not only was she unreasonable, but her IQ also dropped to zero. It was evident that Niulang was truly special to her.

This was true love.

“Wife, why are you suddenly so angry?” Niulang asked.

“Oh! Right!” Zhinu suddenly remembered something and glared furiously at Niulang. “I almost forgot if you hadn’t mentioned it. You’re asking me why I’m angry? Don’t you know in your own heart? I heard you just took in an injured person here?”

Hearing this, Du Yu realized it was indeed because of this matter. But why would taking in an injured person make Zhinu so furious?

“Yes, wife,” Niulang nodded. “That brother was seriously injured. If I didn’t take him in, his soul would have scattered. I was helping him.”

“I don’t care about you taking in that injured person, but tell me, why did you have to charge extra for treating him?” Zhinu took a step forward, forcing Niulang to back up constantly. “People get injured here all day long, and you’ve long had your own medical team. Yet now you’re collecting money separately from that person?”

“Ah, ah, this…”

Zhinu grabbed Niulang by the ear. “Good for you! Your methods of hoarding secret stash money are getting more and more brilliant! Do you know you almost killed the two of them?”

“No, no, no…” Niulang hurriedly shook his head. “Wife, you’ve misunderstood…”

“Misunderstood? Come on, explain it to me.” Zhinu crossed her arms over her chest and spoke to Niulang in annoyance.

“I…” Niulang looked around and said, “Wife, come with me, it’s not convenient to talk here.”

“What’s so inconvenient?!” Zhinu demanded angrily. “What do you have to say that needs to be kept from others?”

Du Yu shook his head helplessly. “Zhinu… you’re usually not like this. Just listen to Niulang, some things are better said in private.”

Seeing someone speak up for him, Niulang hurriedly nodded in agreement. But then he felt something was wrong and turned his head to look at Du Yu. “Who are you?”

Du Yu offered an awkward smile and said, “Well, definitely not a romantic rival, that’s for sure. Do you remember the man standing behind me?”

Niulang took a closer look and exclaimed, “Oh! Aren’t you that ‘older brother’ who went to get the money? How did you end up looking like this?”

“Don’t even mention it!” Zhinu shoved Niulang. “If you hadn’t been so greedy, would he have been beaten up like this? He even went as far as stealing money from Sister Meng!”

“Ah?!” Niulang froze. “I only said that this matter required money, but I never told him to go steal! I said I’d cover it for him, but he insisted on refusing…”

“Forget it, let’s not talk about this here,” Du Yu interjected. “Take us to see the younger brother first.”

…

Black and White Wuchang sat quietly in the Wuchang Hall, neither saying a word.

Both had heavy expressions, as if weighed down by their thoughts.

“Old Eight, what are you thinking about?” White Wuchang asked.

“Nothing… what are you thinking about?” Black Wuchang asked in return.

“Nothing.”

After speaking, the two fell into silence once more.

It wasn’t long before White Wuchang finally couldn’t sit still any longer.

“I’ll just say it straight. Did you see what the assassin who attacked Du Yu… looked like?”

Black Wuchang nodded coldly. “I saw him.”

“Don’t you think… don’t you think…” White Wuchang tried to say something, but the words seemed to stick in his throat, unable to come out.

Even though White Wuchang didn’t say it out loud, Black Wuchang still nodded.

“Yes, I’m thinking the same thing as you. We know that person.”

White Wuchang finally realized that his eyes hadn’t played tricks on him; even Old Eight remembered!

“You think so too? It’s Ah Can! Ah Can is back! Back then, he was just a beggar at the old City God Temple, just like us,” White Wuchang murmured to himself. “But… why did he become an assassin? I don’t understand. He’s just a mortal; shouldn’t he have reincarnated a long time ago?”

“Mortal?” Black Wuchang retorted coldly. “I don’t think so. Like me, he can’t feel pain. How could he be a mortal?”

White Wuchang stopped talking and silently pondered for a while before asking, “Do you think… his assassination attempt… won’t implicate us, will it?”

Black Wuchang looked at Xie Bian and said, “We haven’t seen him for over eight hundred years. We have no idea who he’s with or what he’s doing now. We aren’t accomplices, let alone the masterminds.”

White Wuchang slowly nodded. “Little Du must really want to know who is trying to harm him right now… Should we tell him about this?”

“Old Xie, are you overlooking something?” Black Wuchang asked.

“Overlooking what?” Xie Bian frowned, thinking it over. “What are you referring to?”

“When was the first time you met Du Yu?” Black Wuchang asked.

“At the old City God Temple, of course…” Just as Xie Bian opened his mouth, he froze. “Huh?”

The old City God Temple?

“In your memory, you, me, Du Yu, Ah Can, Ah Kui, and Little Nian were all beggars back then, right?”

Xie Bian’s eyes widened drastically as he fell into silence.

Black Wuchang, his expression solemn, asked again, “Did this memory exist from the beginning? Or did it only appear after that Ah Can showed up?”

…

Du Yu and the others followed Niulang to the back of the bar. Judging by the decor, the hallway looked like a love hotel.

It seemed this place didn’t just serve alcohol; it likely provided certain special services as well.

Niulang familiarly pushed open a room door. A young man was lying on the bed. Du Yu looked closely and saw it was indeed the ‘younger brother’. He was also injured, but his wounds had been bandaged.

He appeared to be sleeping soundly. Seeing this, the ‘older brother’ behind Du Yu also relaxed. Niulang then ordered his subordinates to bandage the ‘older brother’ up.

“I am truly ashamed… Thank you…” the older brother offered Niulang a bitter smile.

“Haven’t you already finished bandaging that younger brother?” Zhinu snapped crossly. “Then why were you making things difficult for him? Why did you make him go get money?”

“Ah!” Niulang was frantic. “Wife, at least listen to my explanation.”

“Hmph, go ahead and explain!”

Niulang ushered the group into the room, checked behind him to ensure no one had followed, and then began, “Wife, this brother isn’t just simply injured. He had one of his spirit souls extracted!”

“One of his souls was extracted?!” Zhinu was stunned. “Does that mean this person currently only has three ethereal souls and six corporeal souls?”

“Yes,” Niulang nodded. “I told that ‘older brother’ at the time that we needed to immediately go to the black market and buy a Dark Soul to replace it for his younger brother, otherwise his younger brother would definitely turn to ash and scatter. In the end, without a word, he set off to raise the money. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop him.”

Niulang sighed helplessly. “He didn’t even ask me how much a Dark Soul would cost before he rushed out the door. Tell me, wife, how could I have ever imagined he would go steal from Sister Meng?”

So that was how it was… Du Yu nodded. It sounded like this Niulang wasn’t a bad guy after all.

“Er… Brother Niulang… has his ‘soul’ been installed now?” Du Yu asked.

Niulang looked puzzled for a moment. “Brother… we usually don’t use the word ‘install’ for a soul, it sounds weird. We usually say ‘restored’…”

“Ah, yes, yes, yes…” Du Yu nodded. “Has it been restored?”

“Yes, we already bought the Dark Soul. It cost thirty thousand spirit stones,” Niulang nodded and said. “Let’s hope this brother has a resilient life and that this soul can merge with him. Otherwise, it will be truly tragic…”

“Th—thirty thousand spirit stones?!” The older brother, who was being bandaged on the side, jumped out of bed upon hearing this, causing half of his bandages to fall off. “That much money?! I… I only managed to raise…”

“Never mind…” Niulang shook his head. “From now on, just work at my bar to pay off the debt. I’ll give you one hundred spirit stones a month, and the debt will be written off. Although you won’t earn much, at least no one will bully you.”

Du Yu thought for a moment. Although Niulang meant well, this matter couldn’t be handled like this. Otherwise, his own position would be rather awkward.

“Brother Niulang… no, Brother Lang!” Du Yu cupped his hands toward Niulang and said, “I have a presumptuous request, could you do me a favor?”

“Er…” Niulang still seemed a bit guarded against Du Yu and asked mildly, “What do you need my help with, brother? Let’s hear it.”

Du Yu pondered for a moment, rummaged through his waist pouch, and pulled out a cosmos bag.

“Here are thirty thousand spirit stones. Can we consider it as if I bought that Dark Soul?”

Niulang didn’t quite understand Du Yu’s meaning. The Dark Soul was already bought, and he wasn’t planning on asking for the money anyway. Why was someone still trying to step in at this point?

“Brother, what do you mean by this?” Niulang was stunned. “Is your ‘West Street Brother Lang’ that kind of person? Being out here on the streets is about righteousness and loyalty, not money!”

“That’s not what I meant either…” Du Yu forcefully shoved the cosmos bag into Niulang’s hands and said, “Brother Lang, this matter is very important to me. I need these two brothers to do me a favor, so I have to take them away. This money is not only to pay for the Dark Soul but also to buy the freedom of these two brothers. How about it?”

Hearing this, Niulang’s expression finally softened a bit. “So that’s how it is… You should have said so earlier, brother. But who exactly are you?”

“I am Du Yu, an Operator from the Legend Management Bureau,” Du Yu introduced himself. “I ended up on Brother Lang’s street this time due to some coincidences. I hope I haven’t caused you any trouble.”

“An Operator?” Niulang raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then shoved the cosmos bag back to Du Yu. “Since you are an Operator, of course, I, West Street Brother Lang, must give you face. Treat those thirty thousand spirit stones as a meeting gift from me to you. I cannot accept these spirit stones.”