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"My dear friend, if you hadn't stepped forward to help me, I would not have lived to this day. I offer you a toast."

Faced with the toast from the old man in front of him, Zhou Qingyuan smiled slightly and clinked glasses with him.

After three rounds of drinking, he pretended to be a little drunk and walked out of the spacious courtyard to bid farewell to the old man who was doing business all year round.

After leaving the courtyard, Zhou Qingyuan's drunkenness disappeared.

Don't look at the old man and his granddaughter's admiration for him. In fact, it was only because they thought he was born extraordinary.

If they knew that Zhou Qingyuan was born a slave, they would definitely abandon their life-saving grace and turn around to drive Zhou Qingyuan out of the door.

He had experienced such things countless times when he was wandering outside.

No matter who he was or what his status was, no matter how well they got along on the surface, as long as they figured out Zhou Qingyuan's origin, they would immediately dislike him.

The concept that origin represents everything is deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone in this world and cannot be changed at all.

Even if a few lucky people were lucky enough to turn over and become masters, they would only be more determined not to abandon these status and inferiority, and their airs would be more satisfied than the original masters.

Except for those who were also born as slaves, no one looked up to Zhou Qingyuan. Even if he was stronger and richer than those people, they would only spit, despise Zhou Qingyuan's barbarity, and doubt the source of Zhou Qingyuan's money.

He committed the crime of birth.

Although, the source of his things was indeed not clean.

When he first started wandering outside, he met a young man by chance. He guessed Zhou Qingyuan's slave identity by looking at his clothes and threatened to take him back to be a slave.

So he died, and all his things belonged to Zhou Qingyuan.

There was still some time before dark, and Zhou Qingyuan wandered on the street, understanding the local situation in Pengcheng.

He now had too few information channels, and he was in a state of being in the dark.

Without identity certificates, there was no way to go through the official route. He had a realm, but he couldn't even participate in the martial arts examination.

The people in this world don't play with people of the same level, and completely exclude him from the rules.

If he is an ordinary slave, the only thing he can do in this world is to work continuously and shine for the good life of his masters until he dies.

"It seems that there is no news on the surface. Let's see if there are any underground channels."

At night, Zhou Qingyuan was dressed in gorgeous clothes and sat on the third floor of the restaurant. He leaned against the window and looked out in the wine. He seemed careless, but the discussion of the guests around him had entered his ears.

"Brother Feng, His Majesty's personal guards have been active recently, and have been seen in more than a dozen cities. Have you heard any rumors?"

"I'm also puzzled, but I heard that this matter was not His Majesty's intention, but the second-in-command's doing. Okay, this matter is too sensitive, let's not talk about it here."

"I heard that a new prefect will take office recently?"

"Hey, such a big thing happened in Songjiang City a month ago, and there have been big changes in various places recently."

"Tell me, how can a slave have such courage and ability to dare to kill the master's daughter? He actually let him kill her."

"It's hard to say. I suspect that the man is not a slave at all. I'm afraid he has other plans in the Qian family."

"That makes sense. What time is it now? How can a slave turn the world upside down? Without money, people, and resources, how can a slave practice martial arts?"

Zhou Qingyuan never expected that after a month, he could still hear news about himself. He raised his eyebrows and didn't take it seriously.

At this moment, he noticed from afar that two groups of people seemed to be confronting each other in an alley. He immediately became interested and paid the bill and left.

"Catch him."

"You stinky boy, you're too slippery."

Xu Qing ran in the streets and alleys, turning a deaf ear to the shouting and cursing behind him, holding a book in his arms tightly. This was his capital for turning over. Even if he died here today, he would not hand it over.

With his familiarity with the terrain, Xu Qing dodged waves of people and got into an alley. Seeing that he was about to escape, he showed a happy smile on his face.

Unfortunately, the two groups of people who walked out from the end of the alley at the same time completely put an end to his thoughts.

Xu Qing retreated step by step, and finally stopped, and was forced to the middle of the alley by the two groups of people.

"Tianfeng Gang? If I remember correctly, this is not your territory, right?"

"Why, is this the territory of your Disha Society?"

During the verbal confrontation between the two groups of people, their eyes were fixed on Xu Qing, and they approached step by step.

Seeing this, Xu Qing smiled bitterly. Could it be that he had no fate with this secret book after all?

No, there was still a chance.

Xu Qing held the secret book in his hand and raised it high, shouting to the two groups:

"My two lords, I surrender. I will present the secret book to you, but I don't know who it belongs to."

Just when Xu Qing was about to try to sow discord between the two groups, a big hand suddenly appeared and took away his precious secret book from him without any hesitation.

? ? ?

The sound of turning pages quietly rang out, and a handsome young man in a blue dress suddenly appeared beside Xu Qing, ignoring everyone's gaze and quickly flipping through the secret book in his hand.

Facing this young man with extraordinary temperament who suddenly appeared in front of them, both groups were stunned, and for a moment they didn't dare to move.

The fear of the powerful and wealthy in this world is engraved in their bones, and Zhou Qingyuan, in their eyes, is such a powerful and wealthy.

Seeing the [Feather Insect Skin Training Method - Perfection] appearing on the panel, Zhou Qingyuan sighed and threw the skin training method in his hand back to Xu Qing without interest.

The skin training method now has no room for any points, and it has completely lost its effect.

Think about it, in this kind of street chase, how could you possibly get in touch with the content above the skin training method?

Seeing that Zhou Qingyuan was about to leave, someone finally couldn't help but say: "Hey, you come when you want, and leave when you want, what do you think of us?"

Zhou Qingyuan smiled, put his right hand on the handle of the knife, and asked quietly:

"What do you want to do?"

"Fuck. Dare to look down on our Tianfeng Gang? Chop him off."

"Shua."

The sound of drawing a knife sounded, and Zhou Qingyuan shuttled through the crowd with a knife, looking calm.

When he put away the knife, the ground was already a mess.

Song Huo, the head of the Disha Society, looked at the scene in front of him, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but say:

"The Disha Society didn't know that the master was here. Sorry for being rude. We will leave now."

"Leave?"

Zhou Qingyuan felt the strength of the team he had just fought with, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

"Hey."

While Song Huo was terrified, the green-shirted killer called him and asked a question that stunned him.

"Are you recruiting people in the Disha Society?"

"Ah?"