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"I... I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to say, I... I... can I join you?"
For some reason, Luo Yong suddenly had a bit of courage and showed off his muscles.
"I also want to do something, to do something for the world of Outcasts."
"Is that so?"
Xu Si stared at Luo Yong, whose hard-won courage quickly dissipated.
It wasn't until Luo Yong lowered his head dejectedly that he heard Xu Si's voice.
"After you go back and give your statement, and if you're sure there's no bad record, then you can do an internship first!"
"Really, really?"
Hope appeared in Luo Yong's eyes.
"Thank you, leader."
Xu Si shook his head.
He was just an ordinary person with supernatural abilities. It was his good fortune to meet Master Lu. With a little help, he could have gotten through the process by simply following the normal procedure.
For Xu Si, it was just a simple, easy task.
Although it's unclear whether Luo Yong is genuinely inspired by Master Lu's actions or simply an opportunist seeking to curry favor, time will tell.
Xu Si is thinking about...
Where will Chief Lu go next?
"Fourth Brother, we've roughly pieced together these people, and reconstructed them using modeling..."
Wang Er handed over a tablet, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Xu Si frowned and took the tablet.
"Old Flower Official: Hong Laoqi, Flower Clapper: Liu Yuan, Beggar: Hong Si, Starving Ghost: Xu Laosan..."
Damn, you don't even deserve the surname Xu, let alone the "three" in your name?
Xu Si disagreed.
These are all individuals listed on the official Nadutong (a Chinese online gambling platform) list, or even on wanted lists; they are all wicked and deserving of a thousand cuts.
It was their good fortune to die at the hands of Master Lu.
Until he saw the model of the corpse in the kitchen, Xu Si couldn't help but feel a look of horror.
"The Chen family? Chen Family Village..."
Xu Si muttered to himself.
"Something big is about to happen."
"Quickly gather the men! Brothers on Longhu Mountain, finish the cleanup as soon as possible and then regroup..."
"No, don't come to the assembly point, everyone head straight to Chenjiazhuang."
Seeing how anxious Xu Si was, Wang Er was so frightened that he lost his accent.
"Fourth Brother, are you planning to stop Master Lu?"
"Stop my ass..."
Xu Si hurriedly walked outside.
"I'm going to clean the floor, or that old Dou will take it from me."
The last rays of the setting sun are fading, and dusk is approaching.
Chenjiazhuang was bustling with activity at the moment. The clamor that rose into the sky even drowned out the approaching night, and luxury cars were so crowded that they could only queue up at the back to enter.
People dressed in fine clothes or Tang suits walked back and forth, using the guise of birthday celebrations to complete various exchanges of benefits.
Today is the 100th birthday of Chen Jiu, the patriarch of Chen Family Village.
To sum up his status in one sentence—
Originally, this area within a hundred miles was Chenjiazhuang. Later, when Old Master Chen expanded his residence, he enclosed the entire Chenjiazhuang and built this antique-style, palace-like, continuous complex of buildings.
The original Chenjiazhuang expanded outwards like a shooting star, directly occupying an entire county. If it weren't for the fear of being too conspicuous, this county should have been renamed Chenjia County.
Living in a villa and driving a luxury car is nothing.
This entire area, spanning hundreds of miles, was the residence of Old Master Chen Jiu alone; the whole county belonged to the Chen family.
Not to mention the local head of NaDuTong Company, even the Wang family has to be mindful of Old Master Chen's attitude when they come here.
It is even said that the Chen family are descendants of the Prince of Chen Han…
What is meant by a prestigious family?
They even had the imperial seal. Many of the Chen family members who had always lived in Chenjiazhuang only realized that murder was illegal after they left home.
As night gradually fell, Lu Xuan, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, quietly passed by.
The voices of employees from the Nadutong company could be heard from inside the noodle shop.
Lu Xuan shook his head slightly. "The world has many misunderstandings about me!"
How could I be so petty?
In front of a memorial archway inscribed with "Chen Palace," a member of the Chen family responsible for registration blocked Lu Xuan's path.
Looking at Lu Xuan, who resembled a wandering Taoist priest, Chen Youcai, the third son of Chen Jiu, the elder brother of Chen Bo, and the next heir of the Chen family, was revealed.
Chen Youcai gave Lu Xuan, who was clearly a poor and shabby Taoist priest, a standard villain's gaze, snorted coldly, and waved his hand.
"Wandering Taoist priest, please take a seat at the back."
Lu Xuan: "?"
Chapter 159: My Chen family has done good deeds and accumulated virtues; I, Chen, am a top-notch philanthropist.
"This patriarch of the Chen family is such a kind-hearted man!"
"Who can argue with that? The head of the Chen family has hosted a seven-day banquet, welcoming all guests and even setting up special areas for them."
"What a wonderful person!"
"Eat quickly, eat quickly."
Hundreds of tables were set up in Chenjiazhuang, a sprawling and interconnected estate resembling a palace.
In the front yard, various upper-class and elite individuals mingled, clinking glasses and discussing all sorts of "national affairs" and "current political news."
In the backyard, a group of itinerant Taoist priests, fortune tellers, medicine sellers, and even magicians performing tricks for sprains and bruises were gathered around the table.
This group of charlatans, who weren't even considered extraordinary individuals, devoured the delicacies on the table with gusto.
He was still praising the "kind-hearted" and "generous" old man, Mr. Chen.
At this moment, they all wished they could sing the praises of the Chen family to the heavens.
The Chen family, the Chen family, the Chen family!
On the surface, the Chen family is a family of great virtue and integrity, untouched by any filth, and renowned for its philanthropy.
To celebrate Mr. Chen's 100th birthday, the Chen family village set up hundreds of tables for a feast.
Anyone who comes to offer birthday wishes is greeted with a smile, regardless of their name or origin. Even these charlatans are welcomed with respect and invited into the courtyard to be served the best wine and food.
Putting everything else aside, the cost of the banquet over these seven days alone would probably be an astronomical sum.
At this moment, who at the dinner table doesn't utter a phrase about the "Chen Lao Zhuang" philosophy, which is as profound as the clouds?
Inside the main hall, beside the table.
"Godfather, you are still so healthy and strong at your advanced age, your cultivation is truly profound!"
A middle-aged man who looked dark-skinned and honest was now fawning over Chen Jiu with a sly and greasy expression.
"Exactly, exactly, how many people in the world of supernatural beings can maintain such a physique at the age of one hundred?"
"It's worth a toast just for this."
"Yes! We must offer a toast."
"Have a drink."
With his white hair, loose and rough skin like old tree bark, Chen, who was clearly in his twilight years and might pass away at any moment, sat in the main seat.
He's certainly not as amazing as those sycophants claim.
He looked old and frail, and was on the verge of death.
Truly accomplished extraordinary individuals possess perfect true qi, complete spirit and abundant energy, and it is common for them to remain agile and vigorous even at the age of one hundred, with a youthful appearance and white hair.
Even Wang Ai, who looks old, is actually full of vital energy and in good health.
Chen Jiu was self-aware; he was just barely hanging on by various medications and secretly undergoing organ transplants.
But that didn't stop the people at the table from praising Chen Jiu's smelly feet, and even pretending to compliment them with a "jade foot".
Didn't you see that Zhao Fan, the seemingly honest and simple-minded district head of the local Nadutong district, shamelessly call him "godfather"?
Hearing the praise from the leaders, the others at the table joined in the commotion, readily offering various forms of flattery.
"You flatter me, hahaha."
Chen Jiu, who was so old he could barely stand, shakily raised his wine glass.
"Drink, drink, drink!"
The atmosphere was electric, with glasses clinking and toasts flowing freely.
There seemed to be some commotion in the front yard.
Chen frowned and placed the wine glass on the table with displeasure.
"Why hasn't the seventh brother arrived yet?"
"And the third brother, how come he can't even handle the task of receiving guests properly?"
A middle-aged man standing next to Chen Jiu, who bore a resemblance to him and was clearly Chen Jiu's son, spoke up.