Fuzhou at night saw one end of Silver Bridge Quarter bustling with activity, while the other gradually faded into obscurity.

The Silver Bridge Quarter market wasn't small, flanked by waterways that connected to the water gate on the east side. It had always been one of Fuzhou's main fish markets. A couple of years ago, when the court developed this area, seeing the success of Gold Bridge Quarter, they carved out a section of Silver Bridge Quarter as a supporting night market, while designating a cheaper piece of land on the other side of the river to compensate for the fish market.

However, over time, the night market thrived, while the newly designated fish market across the river failed to develop. Fishmongers remained clustered in the rear of Silver Bridge Quarter, reducing retail operations and focusing on wholesale. Subsequently, land prices in Silver Bridge Quarter doubled. Although the rear fish market became more crowded and chaotic, landlords earned more, and fishmongers benefited from more precise business operations. In the end, apart from some retail fishmongers who found other places to set up stalls, everyone was largely happy.

The wholesale fish market didn't have much nighttime business. After sunset, a few dilapidated and dim lanterns hung among the messy and fishy-smelling shops, looking at the bright lights of the night market not far away, as if they were in two completely different worlds.

To block the stench, the side closer to the night market housed shops selling dried fish and seafood, as well as some low-end eateries catering to the fish market workers. Many shops were already closed at night.

The quarter system peaked in the Tang Dynasty. By the Wu Dynasty, with curfews largely abolished, streets named "quarter" weren't as restrictive as in the past. After Silver Bridge Quarter was divided into two sections, bridges connected the middle section.

Around 7 PM, Pu Xingui brought Qian Dingzhong to this place via one of the bridges. After observing the surroundings, they walked towards a dimly lit fish store. Sitting at the entrance was a middle-aged man with one eye missing and a somewhat ferocious look on his face.

"Greetings, Fish King. How have you been lately?"

This man was the local overlord of the fish market. When Silver Bridge Quarter was all fish stalls, he had many henchmen and was a local tyrant. Later, when the court developed Silver Bridge Quarter, such crude and violent local bullies were no longer suitable for the night market. After several clashes, he was severely beaten by the government twice, and he resentfully gave up the front section of Silver Bridge Quarter.

This created a great grudge.

Seeing Pu and Qian's arrival, he glanced at them, his expression softening slightly.

"Why such a big commotion?"

Pu Xingui thought, *I don't freaking know either*. But he said, "Isn't this to vent anger for you, Brother Fish King?"

In the city, the death of Chief Constable Song Xiaoming had only happened an hour ago. Some places were in chaos. With the Fish King's status in the underworld, he must have heard what had happened. He had been beaten by the government before, with figures like Song Xiaoming involved. Now that the court had suffered such a setback, he could truly be said to be breathing a sigh of relief.

He didn't show much emotion, saying, "Things will be terrible next."

"That's expected."

"...Young Master Pu, what brings you here? Do you have any instructions?"

"I wouldn't dare. It's just that I have some matters and would like to borrow the Fish King's eyes to observe the situation."

"The building across the street, Young Master Pu, you can go there yourself..."

As he spoke, he handed over a key.

This Fish King was originally a local overlord. Even though his power had been weakened, and his control over the fish market wasn't as strong as before, he still controlled several wooden buildings in the middle of the market. Some of these buildings were higher than the surrounding ones, and they were close to the bridges, waterways, and the complicated situation of the fish market. They had always been the best places for gangsters to evade capture or observe the surroundings. Now, ordinary gangsters in the city wouldn't dare to oppose the government, but for rebels like Pu Xingui, it was a treasure.

He took the key and was about to cross the street when three figures appeared in the dim light at the other end of his vision. The Fish King, who had handed over the key and was about to return to his shop, turned back. Pu Xingui and the three figures across from him looked at each other, and they were all stunned.

Turning the corner from the side stone bridge, one of the figures, who seemed to also be looking for the Fish King, was Hei Pi.

Something's not right...

The other side had already raised their hand, smiling. "Brother, how are you... Why... are you also here..." There was obvious caution and vigilance in their eyes.

The timing was too coincidental. Pu Xingui was suspicious at first, but seeing the look in the other's eyes, he inexplicably felt a little smug. After hesitating for a moment, he smiled. "Guess?"

"I guess your dead mother..."

"..."

After some pleasantries, Chen Shuangran went to the Fish King and spoke in a low voice. "The thing we talked about earlier..."

"It's already arranged..."

"Soon..."

After that, she walked towards Pu Xingui's side, also wanting to borrow the Fish King's territory to scout. Pu Xingui and Qian Dingzhong exchanged glances. The night was turbulent, the lights in the distance flowed, and only the occasional sounds of fish market workers on the night shift could be heard nearby. For a moment, Pu Xingui even suspected that Hei Pi wanted to double-cross him and get rid of him, but after thinking for a moment, he ultimately felt that it was unlikely. He opened the door of the shop, and the five of them walked into the dark and messy interior.

"That Ni Po of yours did something big just now. Can he escape?"

"It's been... an hour. He's taken a bath in a brothel and drunk a round of flower wine... Brother is worrying too much."

"A man should always think more."

"A real man... doesn't need to be so fussy. You'll get beaten on the ship."

Chen Shuangran smiled, reaching out and brushing Pu Xingui's arm, her fingers seemingly sliding over it. Pu Xingui turned his head to look. "Sister is truly a woman who doesn't yield to men."

At this moment, Pu Xingui didn't plan to argue with her. As the person in charge in Fuzhou this time, Chen Shuangran had a background that everyone had not expected. Her actions so far had indeed been clever. It was understandable for such a person to be arrogant. But he and Cao Jinlong and others had already decided on a strategy:

She would use several experts as the core, using the many underworld heroes who had come to Fuzhou as a smokescreen. In the end, everyone might become pawns in her actions. Before that, he would use the Pu family's and Alliance Leader Cao's prestige to win over these underworld figures, looking for a way out for them. Then, even if Chen Shuangran did something major, she would have alienated the heroes in the underworld. As long as they survived this great chaos, they would naturally come to his side. This was a skillful scheme of pushing the boat along the water, borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. The ruthless Hei Pi, who didn't care about people's lives, wouldn't understand.

Not to mention that her actions in the past two days, seemingly quick and decisive, and dismantling the little emperor's divisive tactics, were actually done without discussing it with the uncles in the city. Pu Xingui knew that several people had expressed their dissatisfaction with her yesterday. Sure enough, as long as the competitor was headstrong and arrogant, he could gain something even if he did nothing.

The two stepped into the second floor of the house. After saying polite words, Pu Xingui decided not to act defensively. At this time, he saw Chen Shuangran pick up a telescope in the room and say:

"...Some days ago, Han Yuan met two young martial artists in Jian'ou who were quite skilled. They said they were coming to Fuzhou to make a name for themselves, so he made a connection with them. Recently, they said they were hanging out in the Silver Bridge Quarter night market, so... today I happened to be passing by and came to check them out..."

"..."

During the sweltering summer, the wooden building by the fish market was extremely stuffy inside. But at this moment, Pu Xingui frowned, and the temperature of the whole room seemed to drop several degrees. He was a rebel who had been hunted by the court and had been on the run for a year. He naturally understood that such a coincidence was not a good thing. It was very likely a deliberate malicious act, but how could it be...

Chen Shuangran wiped the dust off the old telescope, leaned it against one eye, and then put it down. "By the way... Brother, what brings you here... Won't you really tell me?"

"..."

In the distance of the quarter, a fight and commotion had begun...

...

At 7:15 PM, Ning Ji and Qu Longjun were discussing the topic of the bandit named Ni Po.

"...Speaking of which, I saw this guy once when I first arrived in Jiangning..."

"Oh?"

"...His martial arts are actually not bad. I remember when I first arrived outside Jiangning, he had a one-on-one fight with a madman who used 'God-Invoking' from Xu Zhaonan's side... This guy's boxing skills are very solid, and his basic skills are very good. His lower body is... also well-trained, average, but with his fists, he can indeed compete with ordinary experts... and his potential is not yet exhausted..."

"Then... how does he compare to you?"

"To me? Haha, that's... how can I put it... that's just outrageous..."

"...Uh?" Qu Longjun was stunned, unable to understand.

Among the pedestrians by the main entrance of Silver Bridge Quarter, a strong man was throwing open his somewhat unnecessary cloak in the summer and striding towards the quarter.

For a moment, Ning Ji's heart was a little confused. He killed the Chief Constable of the Ministry of Justice, and he still dares to walk on the street like this? Are the constables in Fuzhou so useless?

At the same time, a young public servant who had been pushed out by the street department to maintain order, holding a fire and water staff, greeted him. "Hey, what are you..."

The air filled with the scent of blood. The charging thug swung his left arm, and with a bang, the public servant and his staff flew out, rolling on the ground. Ning Ji's face instantly wrinkled. In all fairness, although the other party had walked back and forth and looked at him several times with suspicious eyes, his overall impression of this person was still good, because this person was not an old fox in the yamen. Although he was only doing a job in the street department, based on daily observation, he had taken in some of the propaganda about "Respecting the King and Expelling the Barbarians" in Fujian, so he was very proactive in his work.

Although it was only a little bit, Ning Ji also felt that the things that this person exuded were somewhat similar to the feeling of Chengdu in the southwest.

Of course, the villain was committing murder, so there was nothing to say now. Ning Ji looked around. Speaking of which, it had been more than an hour since this person assassinated the chief constable, and now he suddenly appeared again. Logically, he should have been accidentally discovered by some constable and chose to escape in the direction of Silver Bridge Quarter. Then, the main force of the Ministry of Justice should appear at any time and chase him to the end of the quarter. He had a slight affection for the little emperor, but now he had to consider infiltrating the enemy, so there was no need to stand out. He and Qu Longjun should avoid it.

This reasoning was flawless. However, as the figure got closer and closer, even clenching his fists against each other in the process of striding forward, as the blood energy surged and rose, Ning Ji's gaze gradually filled with "I don't understand", and even the confusion and absurdity of "What bad things did I do again?".

The other party's gaze was mainly locked on Qu Longjun, not paying too much attention to the little dog's face gradually deforming. His pace seemed ordinary, but it was actually mysterious. According to his master, it was a fusion of the mysteries of the legendary Taoist Yu step, urging the blood with each step and breaking through the peak. He was enlightened by fighting and killing. At this glorious moment, he was about to unleash a powerful blow.

Stepping to the seventh step, he had already invaded the other party's front. He reached out and grabbed the fair and handsome young man.

He said, "Hey—"

On the street, the sound spread like thunder.

And in front of him, the handsome young man had one hand behind his back, a contemptuous smile on his face, even welcoming him slightly.

This was an unexpected moment. Ni Po's grasp could crush bluestone. If it turned into a fist, it would probably be even more powerful. There was also a moment of surprise in his eyes. The spreading "Hey" was mixed with "Damn..."

No one knew that Ning Ji's back was covered in cold sweat at this moment.

A fierce gust of wind roared towards Ni Po. Ni Po's arm sank downwards, performing a blocking move. After this head-on collision, the figure suddenly turned his fist into a grab, grabbing Ni Po's elbow, and a kick like a cannonball slammed into Ni Po's thigh. Ni Po took a hard kick, and his other arm slammed down fiercely like an iron bar. His arm was not only a hammer-hardened arm, but also a fine iron rod that could cut steel knives. This swing would smash the stone slabs, but unexpectedly, the other party raised his arm and took this blow in a slightly disadvantageous way, and then advanced, attacking his lower body with fierce poking kicks.

Ni Po retreated at high speed, but the other party pulled at his clothes or arms, crashing like maggots attached to bones.

Before anyone could react, the two figures plunged diagonally towards the rear side of Ni Po's advance. The huge inertia and rapid fighting made the two figures stagger and spin as if they were drunk. In the blink of an eye, they crossed dozens of feet, then mutually pulled the two figures were crashed opened a stall next to the street, a stall in which the sundries, the vegetable leaves flew up. The soft canopy collapsed with a rumble.

Ni Po was knocked further away, rolled by the door of a shop and stood up, his eyes filled with horror and surprise: "Hahahaha, good, good, my friend! What kind of magic did you use just now to break my Yu Bu divine power——"

"I will show your mother——" Ning Ji stood up from a pile of debris with a vegetable leaf on his head. He was naturally shorter than the other party, but the figure he showed at this moment was not thin, and the blood on his arms surged, and in the night it looked like the silhouette had become a bigger circle. He cursed in great anger and fear, and suddenly waved his arm and directly split a thick wooden table next to him into pieces.

There are all kinds of methods for accumulating power and bursting forth, and he naturally has not dabbled in the other party's stepping into battle, but he can still see the mystery in it. At that moment, Qu Longjun was still acting according to the "master impersonation method" that he had repeatedly taught before. God knows that he almost broke the six paths and exploded with all his strength to stop this guy.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know why the other party is going to kill him: I haven't offended you –

Ni Po didn't care about his scolding, he just stretched out his arms: "Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet such an expert today, good——I am Ni Po 'Iron Fist' from Jizhou! I want you to help me consummate——"

"I am your long-lost father! Today I will beat you into a ball——and stuff you back in——"

In an instant, Ni Po pounced over, and Ning Ji went up to meet him.

……

On the second floor in the middle of Silver Bridge Quarter, when he saw Ni Po come out, Pu Xingui was originally surprised by Chen Shuangran's madness.

"Ni Po... Chen Shuangran, are you out of your mind? He just killed Song Xiaoming. Are you worried that the constables can't find him——"

"Ni Daxia's ambition... you and I are rat people... how can we know..."

"What what..."

"He only killed the chief constable. Soon, he will show himself in front of the people and solve two people. When it comes to it in the future... it will become a good story in the green forest..."

However, after a while, the people upstairs were slightly silent.

This place is not far from the night market entrance at the other end of Silver Bridge Quarter, not too close. Although it is clearer to see with the two broken telescopes in the room, even with the naked eye, the general situation can be seen clearly, not to mention that Ni Po exerted his strength to shout, and the sound was loud.

In the night, I saw two figures fighting together. Both sides were fierce boxing strengths. At this moment, they almost made no reservation and attacked. It was really powerful. Even ordinary people who didn't know martial arts could see the power of the two people's martial arts between those fast and fierce fists and feet.

And not far away at night, the sound of the commotion seemed to have sounded, and the constables were rushing towards here quickly.

After a while, the public servant in the street also struggled a few times in the pool of blood, took out the bamboo flute that he carried with him, and blew it hard.

"What's showing off in front of people... solving two people?"

Pu Xingui asked Chen Shuangran.

In front of the sundries stall, which had been changed from a small car in the distance, the older martial artist "Long Aotian" was even tidying up the things on the car at the moment, and did not pay attention to the battle situation at all.

"If the two of them go together, will Ni Po still have a chance?"

Chen Shuangran frowned: "This... it is true that I didn't think about it... Ni Po's skills..."

"This young man's martial arts are very strong, and... he should be from a family tradition..." The middle-aged man who followed Chen Shuangran up the building spoke.

Chen Shuangran seemed to respect him very much. At this time, he said: "Can the sir see where it comes from?"

"I can't tell... After Jingping, northern boxing spread south, and various schools merged. This person's posture is strict and stable, and his internal strength is particularly mixed at his age... Maybe only a few martial arts families or supreme masters can teach such a disciple."

"For example?"

"For example, Lin Zongwu..."

While the people upstairs were talking, over there in the field of vision, Ni Po had jumped away towards the crowd. He knew that it was difficult to obtain victory today, so he clasped his hands and smiled heroically.

"Okay, it is really as people say, Young Xia Long and Young Xia Sun are highly skilled in martial arts. Ni has seen it... Today the time is not good, if there is a chance in the future, we will meet again in the world and come to ask for advice again!"

His words were magnificent, which was originally a way for green forests to promote each other's names. At the end of the field of vision, the young man did not seem to chase after him, so he saw Ni Po running and tumbling several times, drilling into the darkness along the small alleys in the quarter.

An intense fight did not distinguish the victory or defeat, but in a sense, it was actually the best result. And at this moment, Pu Xingui also roughly understood the other party's plan.

"...I wondered what you were looking for Fish King, it turned out to be for this way out."

At the window over there, Chen Shuangran stared at the light in the distance, thoughtfully, and casually replied: "So what?"

"It's a pity that your Ni Po can't make a name for himself today. If you leave here, I'm afraid you will harm Fish King again – do you think the people in the Yamen don't know who owns this place?"

"...Fish King is sensible." Chen Shuangran laughed, "Moreover, today's harvest... how big it is, only you, brother, can't see it, right?"

"Hmph, then let's treat it as your harvest..." Pu Xingui sneered twice.

At the entrance of Silver Bridge Quarter in the distance, several constables had arrived one after another. The two were bickering, and the middle-aged "sir" standing by the window suddenly frowned, and took the telescope from Chen Shuangran's here: "It's not quite right..." He looked at the entrance of the quarter several times.

"...what's wrong?"

"The young man is gone."

The people in the room hesitated slightly, but the next moment, they all moved.

"Where are Fish King's people arranged..."

"I didn't see it in person, but it is generally the waterway to the north."

"Look in the dark."

"Where did Ni Po go..."

"I can't see it."

"...Over there!"

The crowd opened the surrounding windows one after another and looked carefully into the surrounding darkness. After a while, Qian Dingzhong did discover a dark place on the river channel fork not far away. If you look very carefully, you can see a strange pattern on the awning boat hanging on the shore. It was about several courtyards away from everyone.

Chen Shuangran picked up the telescope and scanned around. After a while, she also saw Ni Po running in the darkness. He was walking along the path by the river towards the pre-arranged awning boat. Because the sight of the road was blocked by the walls of the yard, only half of his head could be seen occasionally.

The figure was about to arrive, and at the same time, the middle-aged "sir" standing by the window said in a low voice: "So fast..." The rest of them looked to the other side, and at a certain moment, a figure suddenly shuttled across the street.

Ni Po, on the other side of the wall, suddenly stopped. A figure came out of the awning boat, and then suddenly shrank back. It seemed that he was scolded back by the person who had come and was hiding behind the courtyard wall, whom everyone could not see at this time.

Even if they can't see anyone, everyone can guess that the two sides are confronting each other...

……

Behind the courtyard wall, on the road where a lot of wooden boxes and sundries were piled up by the river, Ni Po saw the young man running to the front, and the other party was walking over. It looked like he was entering Silver Bridge Quarter at that moment.

The boatman in the awning boat popped out, and then was pointed at by the young man who came over: "Go back." This was a lackey of Fish King. For a while, he didn't know what was going on, and was scared back.

Ni Po smiled: "Today I only made a tie, you really think that Ni has no trump cards anymore."

"Hey, tie..."

The young man had arrived in front of him. His fist speed was still similar to before, and it was the type that Ni Po could catch. Ni Po sighed in his heart. He knew that he had been a little out of shape today and seemed to have offended this highly skilled young man. There was no way, he had to fight first - in fact, when Chen Shuangran subdued these two brothers, he wanted to learn from them even more.

He took two punches, then the third punch. His arm on the side suddenly ached, and the strength was lost in an instant. Then, the edge brushed over his face, followed by his abdomen, thighs, shoulders...

The unremarkable fist moves were still the same as the fight on the street, but Ni Po knew it was bad. It is not surprising to advance with a knife in boxing during fighting. He is known as the "Iron Fist". In actual fighting, he can use his fists or iron weapons on his body to dismantle the enemy's weapons. However, the opponent's fist and sword came out silently and without warning. He was hit by a knife on the third punch. This could not even be regarded as the other party's sneak attack while the two were fighting to the fullest extent. Instead, the murderous intent and technique were so skillful and perfect to the extreme that Ni Po didn't even feel anything.

In the fourth time they intersected, he was already trying to block and fight back with iron weapons, but with each fist, the other party was a little faster than him. Ni Po hugged his vitals and tried to retreat with all his strength. In the night, he only saw blood flying, and the coming fist shadow and sword shadow were like ink splattered all over the sky. It was thrown out in a short moment, covering most of Ni Po's body with a puff. He lost his strength when he retreated to the wall, and then tried to rush forward with all his strength and jump into the river, but the sharp weapon on his fist burst continuously on his back, and he knocked down several wooden boxes next to him and was grabbed back by the other party with great force...

……

In the night, they could feel Ni Po fighting with the other party over there, but then, half of his head that popped up behind the courtyard wall shook and disappeared, and only a few black blood lines were drawn in the air. The young man's figure was behind the wall, engulfing Ni Po.

With the fierceness of the two sides fighting on the street before, this scene in the darkness was extraordinarily strange. Pu Xingui and Chen Shuangran couldn't see clearly what happened at all, and then saw Ni Po trying to fly out and knocking down the box.

At this moment, the field of vision that everyone could see finally increased a little. At the moment when Ni Po flew in the air, the young man's fists fell continuously on the other side's back. He didn't know what kind of weapon it was, but Ni Po obviously had no strength. He smashed the box and fell to the ground, and then was pulled back to the darkness by the young man.

The boatman in the awning boat by the river stood out with a knife. Before his chest was tall, an object like a cannonball came and folded his body back into the shed, and the boat swayed with a bang.

In the darkness, the people stood in silence by the window for a moment, and then saw the young man in the field of vision stand out. He shook his head and said something, dragging Ni Po's body without any resistance, and then threw him into the awning boat. He jumped down again and seemed to be wrapping the two people in the boat with oilcloth.

"Ni Po... is he still alive?" Pu Xingui asked blankly.

Qian Dingzhong shook his head: "...I don't know."

"If he wants to kill, can't he kill on the street?"

"...Maybe he doesn't want people to know?"

Over there in the field of vision, the young man jumped ashore again, putting his hands on his hips, seemed to be thinking about something and looking around.

The five people in the room were all experienced green forest people who had experienced all kinds of strange situations, and had seen all kinds of fights, blood and conspiracy, but for some reason, coupled with the fierce competition on the street before, and then seeing this scene of Ni Po suddenly disappearing in the darkness, everyone suddenly felt a chill down their spines, just like seeing ghosts and monsters committing murder in the world.

"This person is the most skillful killer..." the middle-aged "sir" by the window opened his mouth, "His fist and foot posture are all a disguise."

The people in the room had to nod their heads when he said this. Suddenly, they saw his steps walking backwards, and he shouted:

"—Come back!"

Before the words were spoken, Qian Dingzhong was already moving behind the window. The third to respond was the coachman who followed Chen Shuangran. He and Pu Xingui pulled the window shut.

Among the five people, only Chen Shuangran had the lowest martial arts, and just at the moment when the window was about to close, she saw that in the darkness not far away, the young man standing by the river had raised his head and his deep gaze had suddenly locked over here!

The murderous aura spread—

Chen Shuangran's eyes were horrified and she sat back.