"The unseemly video mentioned by this woman should be sufficient evidence. The next objective is simple: capture Master Wu, either to retrieve the video or the register... After all, Master Wu—a regular person—manages to threaten officials at various levels. How dare he threaten the Immortal Journeyers? Perhaps he only filmed ordinary aristocrats, not the Immortal Journeyers. In that case, the woman in the building would serve as direct witness against Chimei An. Master Wu truly has no bounds—he treats people like slaves and livestock, extracting benefits, colluding with officials, even committing murder and arson..." Even with ample psychological preparation, Zhang Yuanqing could not help but feel a surge of fury and murderous intent upon hearing Cao Jing's account. He now resolved to humanize and utterly eliminate the beasts within the building. His next target was already chosen: Security Team Leader Lai Wan. In Cao Jing's account, Lai Wan was one of the trusted aides of Wu Yi, responsible for the "law and order" of the Copper Rooster Pavilion. The women in the pavilion all feared Lai Wan, as they had all suffered his beatings. Those who initially resisted fiercely—like Cao Jing—were specifically ordered by Wu Yi to be raped and trained by Lai Wan, making him a ruthless villain. "I have 138 points of moral value, enough to kill eight people. I've saved up these two months of moral points—now, when should I use them?" Zhang Yuanqing drifted out of the body of the middle-aged man, wrapped in Liu Ren, and left the room. ... First floor, security office. Security team leader Lai Wan was comfortably leaning against his office chair, several boxes of preserved snacks before him, and a case of canned beer at his feet. Lai Wan had been with Wu Yi since his youth, excelling at fights and brawls, and was known for his skill with a watermelon knife—he never blinked while cutting someone down. At the beginning of this century, he had fought for Master Wu's territory and women, even killing two people—Master Wu had spent considerable effort to settle the matter, yet instead of blaming him, he only grew more appreciative of Lai Wan. After Master Wu had partially regained his reputation, Lai Wan was appointed head of security at the Copper Rooster Tower, where most of the original group of older brothers had settled. Lai Wan was very satisfied with his current situation: well-paid, with a relaxed workload, spending his days reminiscing with his old colleagues, telling stories, and enjoying women. Indeed, at the Copper Rooster Tower, aside from a few standout beauties, Lai Wan could freely pursue the others. These women were Master Wu's "slaves"—when they first arrived, none of them had been obedient. Master Wu's method of dealing with them was straightforward: he would beat them, have relations with them, and subject them to various forms of torment until they became compliant. And it was Lai Wan who carried out these duties. "Pffft... pffft..." Lai Wan expelled the chicken bone from his mouth, complaining, "Master Wu is getting older, and his courage is shrinking. He's now making Li Wan's mistress had no visitors tonight; she had originally arranged to spend the night there. But in the afternoon, Master Wu suddenly gathered all the security personnel and requested enhanced patrols. The number increased from the usual six to twelve, paired into teams, rotating on a 24-hour shift. Li Wan, the team leader, would now have to stay up late and work overtime. At that moment, a solid-built man in a security uniform entered. Li Wan glanced at him, continued drinking, and said, "Old Yang, I've got something to tell you. Come and take over for me for half an hour—no, an hour. I'll go up and spend some time with Qu Xiu." He hadn't seen a woman in several days; the wine had stirred up a sense of urgency he couldn't suppress. Old Yang approached, stopped beside Li Wan, and looked at him with a cold, detached gaze. "Hmm?" Li Wan swallowed the bitter wine, and a soft sound emerged from his nasal cavity. At that moment, he saw Old Yang draw a gleaming willow-blade from behind, slashing toward his neck. The alcohol had numbed his nerves, slowing his reaction; when his muscles finally tightened and he prepared to resist, a gush of blood erupted from his carotid artery. Old Yang pressed his hand over Li Wan's mouth and stabbed several more times across his chest until the man stopped resisting and his body went completely limp. Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanqing received a notification indicating a deduction of ten moral points. He wasn't surprised—killing someone automatically deducted moral points, regardless of whether the person was good or evil. It made sense that doing good deeds should also earn moral points; after all, killing a villain like Li Wan should count as doing good. Yet, the reward points did not arrive. The spiritual realm shouldn't have such a basic bug. Hmm, when viewed on a broader scale, I am indeed doing good deeds—though this good deed is just the beginning. After fully resolving this case, I'll see whether I'll receive a moral merit bonus. Zhang Yuanqing didn't dwell on it further. Dark energy surged within his eyes, awakening the residual spirit within the corpse. He opened his mouth and drew it in, swallowing it whole. Foreign memories poured into his consciousness, like a steady stream merging into a vast ocean, creating only gentle ripples. One after another, scenes unfolded—some continuous, others fragmented—flickering like a revolving light show. He saw Li Wan, first trembling with fear, holding a fruit knife as he killed someone; he saw Li Wan enter the hair salon, spending fifty yuan to end his childhood; he saw Li Wan wielding a short stick, striking a woman again and again, until she screamed and cried out in pain, clutching her wounds and shaking with fear; he saw him, with three young associates, press a crying woman down on the bed, while several men grinned and indulged in their animal desires, shouting, "Don't want to serve us? I'll bring my people around and play with you a few more times—soon you'll get used to it." "The young ladies in the building can pick any one they like—whichever one she prefers, Wu will have her come and join the others." "Don't worry. If anyone proves particularly bold or unyielding, we'll handle them. After all, we're all here serving Master Chi—there's no need for formality." Zhang Yuanqing stepped out of the Phasing Spirit, took a deep breath, and suppressed the rising anger, drawing from the final fragments of memory a key insight: "Serving Master Chi? That has two layers of meaning: First, they're sent by Chi Yue'an to protect Master Wu; second, Master Wu's real power base is Chi Yue'an." "Therefore, Chi Yue'an is the one who stepped in after Cuo Yusi fled." Zhang Yuanqing's temples once again tightened with visible veins standing out. He knew well that being orderly didn't necessarily mean being kind—but even so, the anger within him remained hard to contain. "Chìyuè Ān indeed showed caution, dispatching three Ling-jing travelers to protect Wǔ Yé. Their ranks are unknown, but they should all be at the Transcendent level—unlikely to summon someone of Saint-level status. Chìyuè Ān has fought against Kòu Běi Yuè and knows his capabilities. Among these three, there should be either two Tier-3 travelers or one Tier-3 traveler, and among the others, one must be wielding a powerful artifact, only then could they effectively withstand the attacks from Tier-3 Enchanting Beasts." With my and Kòu Běi Yuè's combined strength, we should be able to handle them without needing reinforcements from Guān Yǎ or the Sergeant... Still, for added security, I'll notify them to come, just in case something goes wrong. Zhang Yuánqīng's spiritual body drifted out of the security guard's form, allowing him to fall unconscious. He floated swiftly from the Copper Rooster Pavilion back to his physical body. Under the green plants, Zhang Yuánqīng opened his eyes. Kòu Běi Yuè, who had been standing by to watch, noticed this change and Can we start now? Have we seen Master Wu? "Let's go!" Zhang Yuanqing stood up, quietly retrieved his little comic, and said, "Right now—immediately." Kou Beiyue excitedly licked her lips. Yet the guests treated them with little respect, calling and ordering them around, and whenever they lost, they would grumble, dragging their companions to quiet corners to berate them. Master Wu stroked the black mole on his cheek, shook his head in resignation: "I've made a misstep, a misstep. Today, I shouldn't have bet against you." He then turned to the young man with a horse's face beside the bald man, teasingly remarked, "Bro Sei Song, let the young lady rest her mouth a bit—she's not tired at all, she's just sitting here with her legs going numb. How about I swap you for someone else?" The young man with the horse's face glanced casually at the cards, then immediately turned to look at the woman beside Master Wu, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "I'll take her." The young woman, in her early twenties, who had only recently been deceived into arriving at the Copper Rooster Pavilion, bit her lip and remained seated, motionless. Master Wu gave her a cold, sidelong glance. The young woman trembled throughout, a flicker of fear passing through her eyes, and hurriedly rose, walking over to the young man with the horse's face, then kneeling down to crawl beneath the table. On the other side, another woman reached for her mouth and climbed out, staggering toward the restroom. Brother Sei Song was known for Master Wu issued him a pass that granted access to any woman's room within the building. The third man was a young man with yellow hair, dressed in a shiny leather suit, handsome and refined; the smudges of makeup on his face added a touch of softness, giving him the appearance of a stage performer—someone who might be mistaken for a pop star. His name was Godok, a man with a touch of everything: gambling, drinking, and drugs. For Master Wu, all he needed to do was to send money, women, and a few packages of fresh meat. These three were the backroom protectors arranged by Akagami, Master Wu's key allies—each a powerful individual with extraordinary abilities. Though Master Wu didn't know what Akagami had gotten himself into, the fact that such high-caliber protectors were being deployed, especially three of them, clearly indicated the strength of the opposition. Thus, since yesterday, he had set aside all his current responsibilities and retreated to the Tongque Tower, waiting for news. Master Wu was not afraid of official pressure—his backroom allies and the clients he had cultivated at Tongque Tower were more than capable of handling any legal challenges. He was most afraid of such a powerful enemy—especially after hearing from Chi Yue An that the enemy was Kuo Yusi's younger brother. Who was Kuo Yusi? The old master had completely forgotten, only recalling the name after consulting his trusted aide, Lai Wan. It was the woman who had been killed by Chi Yue An two years ago. That woman had truly suffered—she had been immediately noticed by Chi Yue An upon arrival, and he had subjected her to relentless abuse and torment. Not only did he torment her himself, but sometimes he would also bring in several security guards to join in. Now, her brother had come to visit. Fortunately, the case from back then had already been closed, and the evidence had been destroyed—so the other party might not even be able to trace this far. With such abilities, they would have come long ago. "Deal the cards!" the old master instructed the dealer, then turned to the seven knives, smiling. "Master of the Seven Knives, tonight we'll be staying up all night together..." At that moment, the old master noticed a 40-centimeter willow blade floating suddenly behind the seven knives, its cold, gleaming edge sweeping toward the neck artery. His eyes widened, As the sharp blade neared to sever the carotid arteries of the seven blades, the young man, dressed in stage attire and with a delicate, soft demeanor, took a deep breath, inhaling a surge of oxygen. In the next instant, a high, piercing dolphin-like tone erupted from his throat. This tone, imbued with a special rhythm, resonated throughout the opulent hall, delivering a profound, soul-shaking impact. The gamblers in the hall were caught off guard, clutching their heads in agony and emitting sharp cries of pain. Master Wu momentarily lost his vision, warm liquid flowing from his nostrils. He saw the willow blade lose its strength, drifting gently to the floor—only for it to be instantly lifted again by an invisible force and vanish without a trace. The young man paused his song, his gaze sharp and penetrating, sweeping across the hall. He then murmured softly, "He has gone." "What? What's going on?" Master Wu strained to speak, his headache pressing down. Shinoyama replied calmly, "Master Wu, please find a corner and hide. Call Master Chi immediately." He then turned to Qingsong and the seven swords, his expression serious: "It's a night-wanderer spirit—a spirit that has detached from its physical body." The musician possessed exceptional intuition, capable of sensing the presence of such spiritual entities. Level 3?! Qingsong and the seven swords exchanged a sharp glance, especially the latter, who felt a sudden chill down his spine, perspiring coldly. Qingsong suddenly stood up, fastened his pants zipper, and entered combat mode. Though the spirit's stealth attack had failed and it had temporarily withdrawn, it was certain that further actions would follow. "Thud!" At that moment, the double wooden doors of the casino were kicked open, and two men in baseball caps and masks burst in. One of them raised a large-caliber handgun and fired several shots into the ceiling, shouting, "We're conducting a campaign against corruption and illegal operations—please evacuate all non-involved personnel from the casino."