These days of getting along had made them somewhat familiar with each other. Setting aside the social niceties of the martial world, the two could be considered friends.
Da Bao didn't react immediately, thinking that Li Chonglou was willing to let him leave.
"Who said I was going to give you the antidote?"
Da Bao froze on the spot, staring at Li Chonglou in astonishment.
"I mean, what trouble are you in? Tell me, and we can solve it together now that I have time."
So that's what he meant. A flicker of disappointment crossed Da Bao's eyes, but he quickly adjusted.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, "What I need most right now is to find that pervert, otherwise my lifelong reputation will be ruined by him."
Li Chonglou found it amusing. This guy still wouldn't talk about himself, even bringing up his reputation. What kind of reputation could an assassin have?
Some people were infamous just by their name.
However, if he didn't want to talk, Li Chonglou didn't plan to force him. But it was indeed time to settle the matter of that pervert.
"Then let's go. We'll check the gambling house again."
The person was bound to return to Shangjing. If they didn't, it would mean they had met an accident on the way and died prematurely.
Someone without money, power, or a penchant for gambling couldn't possibly stay away from a certain place.
Da Bao had been half-believing, half-doubting, but he never expected that on this return trip, they would actually catch the person.
From a great distance, Da Bao recognized the man at a glance. He didn't even have time to greet Li Chonglou before lunging towards the target.
His speed was so great that even Li Chonglou didn't have time to react.
"No need to be so zealous, there's no bonus for it."
By the time Li Chonglou walked over, Da Bao had already pinned the man down, who couldn't move at all.
"God Bao, why are you grabbing me? I've always listened to you and never said a word against you."
Da Bao was furious and said fiercely, "Quick, tell me, did you kill that woman or did I?"
The man was clearly stunned. He then noticed Li Chonglou's presence. His eyes darted around, mistaking Li Chonglou for an undercover police officer.
Da Bao, in turn, thought he was a witness for the police, trying to use his words to reduce his sentence and dump all the blame on him!
"No, I didn't kill her! You killed her, he killed her!"
The man's last sentence was directed at Li Chonglou, which almost made Da Bao spit blood.
"Are you f***ing kidding me? You dare to play games in front of me?"
Da Bao threw a punch, and the man's expression changed drastically, his eyes almost rolling back.
Seeing this, Li Chonglou chuckled, "I'm not an idiot. I can tell if he's lying, no need for this."
Another punch from Li Chonglou and the man might be dead.
For such a pervert, naturally, someone even more perverted was needed to teach him a lesson. There were many such people in prison. Just send him in, spread the word about his deeds inside, or even spend some money to grease the wheels, and that would be enough to make him bloom in the back there!
Da Bao, seeing that Li Chonglou wasn't joking, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's enough that you believe me. But just in case, hand him over to me first. In five minutes at most, I'll make him voluntarily tell the truth!"
"Forget it, let's just hand him over to the police. I'm afraid you might want to silence him."
Da Bao's movements instantly stiffened.
"Fine, let's just forget it then."
"Alright, it's your turn now."
Li Chonglou looked at Da Bao with a smile. Da Bao stiffened and looked at Li Chonglou with some astonishment.
"You..."
"Are you even a man? Why are you so fidgety like a woman when someone helps you?"
Da Bao's old face flushed red at the remark. He then quietly told Li Chonglou about something he had been trying to do but hadn't succeeded yet, which was also one of his wishes.
Only then did Li Chonglou learn that Da Bao had become an assassin precisely to earn money to support orphans.
"Damn, your ideological consciousness is that high?"
Li Chonglou instantly felt inferior. In terms of ability, before his cultivation was lost, his abilities were far superior to Da Bao's. One could say he was in the heavens and the other on the ground.
But when it came to contributing to China and society, perhaps he had only solved quite a few major cases.
Yet, those were either done with a specific purpose or by chance. How could it be like Da Bao, who worked diligently as an assassin just to support more orphans?
The last assassination job he took was because a child happened to fall seriously ill with a rare, almost irreversible disease that caused muscle contractions, similar to the "gradual freezing syndrome" defined by the scribe.
Da Bao was made too embarrassed by the explanation. He had never mentioned this matter to outsiders, fearing it would affect his ruthless image.
In his heart, supporting those orphans was fulfilling a dream of his, a dream that couldn't be completed in a day or two.
In real life, he also genuinely liked his identity as an assassin.
In Da Bao's opinion, only those ruthless men could be considered true men, unlike the many effeminate men in society today who looked so frail that they gave off a sense of weakness, lacking any masculinity!
After learning his inner thoughts, Li Chonglou couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.
"Whether a person is cool or not doesn't depend on their appearance. Those actors play all sorts of styles, but do they all deserve our respect?"
Li Chonglou smiled, "Whether a person is cool or not depends on what they do. Anyone can talk, but very few can actually do it."
Da Bao's expression improved considerably. However, to confirm the truth of Da Bao's words, Li Chonglou still asked him to provide some proof.
For example, donation certificates, records of adopted persons, etc.
After returning to Da Bao's usual residence and finding this pile of certificates and documents, Li Chonglou immediately said, "Forget it, I won't hide anything from you anymore."
"What?"
"Give me your hand."
Da Bao obediently extended his right hand, looking confused. Li Chonglou directly activated his Heavenly Eye and Divine Sight ability.
Ever since Da Bao had ingested the poison, Li Chonglou had discovered the properties of this poison. Ordinary poisons generally targeted internal organs and blood. However, this special poison that Da Bao had ingested actually took effect at the acupoints.
Even within them, so to speak!
This made it understandable why there was no real antidote. If one only used the conventional thinking of poisons, how could they possibly find its true antidote?
Fortunately, acupoints were what Li Chonglou was most skilled at and understood best. Although people differed, their internal structures were roughly the same. With the help of his Heavenly Eye and Divine Sight, Li Chonglou took only about five minutes to lock down the toxin at an acupoint.
"It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
Before Da Bao could react, Li Chonglou directly pulled out a short knife and stabbed it into his right chest, precisely at the acupoint where the poison was hidden!
The next second, a tragic scream suddenly erupted from a rented room.