Qian Jin sat wordlessly in the chair, glaring at Fabredis, thinking, what in the world is this situation? After cultivating a Shuangyue (Twin Moons), he unexpectedly acquired an ethereal, moon-like fiancée.

Though their exchanges were few, Qian Jin could discern Gu Yuejiaying’s character: a quiet demeanor overlaid with a resolve that surpassed most men. While she possessed a touch of stillness, she was undeniably a good girl.

“I leave Jiaying to you,” Fabredis said, shaking Qian Jin’s hand firmly. That smile reminded him of the fat man, Rollin, lying in the nearby coffin.

Qian Jin turned to look at Rollin in the coffin. Fabredis clapped his strong, powerful hand onto Qian Jin’s shoulder and murmured, “By custom, he should be interred this afternoon. You’ll be busy soon enough; it’s good to rest now, to prepare.”

“Busy?” Qian Jin turned back to glance at the empty courtyard. He couldn't see what there was to be busy about for the fat man’s funeral. Soon, he’d find a few people to lift the coffin and bury it in the ground, and that would be it. So many things were never quite like one imagined.

Just after lunch, figures began appearing in the otherwise empty mourning hall courtyard. First, Zhang Mubai, the Ninth-Level Warrior and garrison general of Oakland City, appeared in the mirror’s reflection. Following him, various Oakland city officials and prominent merchants started arriving in small groups to pay their respects at Rollin’s wake.

These visitors did not leave immediately after paying respects; instead, they settled down near each other according to their status. Someone like Zhang Mubai could sit in the main hall of the mourning house, while others simply sat out in the courtyard.

Luo Qingqing knelt before the casket, bowing to every mourner who came. This gave Qian Jin an urge to throw every single visitor out—making such a fragile young girl kowtow repeatedly—didn't anyone feel pity for her? An hour had passed since lunch, yet the stream of mourners at Rollin’s home did not cease.

Qian Jin watched these usually important figures of Oakland City with a cold sneer. Fortunately, he knew this was Rollin’s wake; an uninformed outsider seeing this scene might actually think it was the funeral of Oakland City Lord Sabonis.

“Fatty,” Qian Jin leaned against Rollin’s coffin, looking down at Rollin who appeared merely asleep. He spoke softly, “You never would have imagined this, would you? Nearly every important figure in Oakland has come to pay their respects to you.”

Fabredis stood with his hands behind his back, occasionally nodding in greeting to those who passed by. He moved to Qian Jin’s side and looked out at the courtyard packed with heads, saying, “See? Everyone here received an invitation from Sabonis. The City Lord is showing goodwill toward you now.”

Qian Jin rolled his eyelids toward Fabredis. “Don’t you think this is a little late? If it weren't for his decree, the Kai family wouldn't have dared kill Fatty.” “So, he is compensating.”

“The dead cannot come back to life,” Qian Jin said expressionlessly, glancing at the coming and going crowd. “Many things cannot be remedied.” Fabredis frowned, looking at Qian Jin with surprise. “You intend to continue?”

“Not today,” Qian Jin stated calmly. “As you said, someone with Sabonis’s capability to secure the City Lord position must have powerful backing. If I were just one person, I would have already brought my blade and dealt with Sabonis along with them today. But I still have Luo Qingqing. I can escape, but that doesn't mean Luo Qingqing and all the Luo family assets can escape.”

“You still possess some rationality,” Fabredis nodded approvingly.

“Not much,” Qian Jin waved dismissively at someone trying to approach him, as if swatting a fly. The person quickly retreated with understanding. “But I will remember this matter. After some time, I will collect what is due.”

“Can I take that as holding a grudge?”

“Suit yourself,” Qian Jin smiled nonchalantly. “If something like this happens once, it will happen again. I do not wish for a second time, so I must do things that make those considering a second attempt seriously weigh the consequences beforehand.” “The Chairman of the Oakland Chamber of Commerce, Li Junshi, has arrived—”

A shout came from outside the door. Qian Jin raised an eyebrow, raised a hand to stop Luo Qingqing, who was about to rise to greet the guest, and returned her to her place.

A second announcement sounded from outside. Qian Jin looked up with a smile at Zhang Mubai, who was sipping tea to one side, then turned his gaze toward the courtyard entrance. He rotated his neck and shoulders, flexing and extending his ten fingers, and said, “It seems I must personally step out to welcome this Chairman.”

Zhang Mubai, who had been laughing and talking with others, changed expression instantly. The teacup in his hand trembled, and he completely disregarded the scalding hot water burning his skin. He hurriedly stood up and hurried over to Qian Jin, bowing deeply and whispering, “Please wait, esteemed one, please wait. I will handle this.”

Qian Jin leaned back against the coffin again and continued his hushed conversation with Fabredis beside him, under the stunned gazes of the crowd.

Zhang Mubai paid no mind to the strange, curious looks from others and scurried toward the entrance. Others didn't know who Qian Jin truly was, only that he was the important figure the City Lord mentioned. But the City Lord’s loyal subordinates knew very well that this young man, who looked slightly displeased today, had, in the short span of twelve hours, taken up his blade and slain the Demon-Suppressing Warrior, Gran, the Bloodline Warrior, Kai Qi, and the Kai family’s operative in Oakland, Keller.

A madman! After hearing the secret briefing from the City Lord, Zhang Mubai dared not put on airs or speak to Qian Jin with pretension. He genuinely feared that if he appeared not to be running fast enough, Qian Jin might suddenly become displeased and cleave him down with a single stroke. He cursed his mother for not giving him two extra legs.

“What happened to General Zhang? He’s being ordered around by that young man like a dog?” “Who knows? He wasn't like this when he used to bring the City Guard to demand taxes and money from us.” “Who knows? Anyway, the City Lord issued a red-bordered gold-trimmed invitation this time—that’s a summons reserved only for matters the City Lord values most highly.” “Perhaps this young man is the descendant of some major Bloodline Noble Family?” “Quiet down, quiet down, he’s looking this way.” “The Chairman of the Oakland Chamber of Commerce…”

“Shut your mouth for me!” Zhang Mubai stepped outside the door and immediately kicked the servant of the Chamber of Commerce Chairman, who was shouting loudly, right in the abdomen. The man tumbled twice on the ground, looking at Zhang Mubai with bewildered pain. He had always announced arrivals this way; what was wrong today? “If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!” Zhang Mubai wasn't satisfied after kicking him; he grabbed the servant by the collar and slapped him twice. “Keep shouting! Keep shouting! You seeking death!”

Li Junshi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting with an impatient, upturned nose. Seeing his in-law, Zhang Mubai, emerge, he was about to speak when he saw his servant being beaten. The faint smile on his face instantly turned grim. He thought, even if you are the Garrison General, and even if you are my in-law, hitting my subordinate without my consent is no different than slapping me in front of everyone! “General Zhang…” Li Junshi said in a low voice, “If my servant has done something wrong, it shouldn’t be someone else’s job to discipline him on my behalf, right?”

Zhang Mubai tossed the servant aside, but the anger on his face only intensified because of Li Junshi’s words. He strode forward two steps and roared, “If you want to die, don't involve me!”

Li Junshi had never seen Zhang Mubai so furious. Spat upon and berated, he froze on the spot and asked, “In-in-law—what has gotten into you?!”

“What’s gotten into me?” Zhang Mubai glared at the short and portly Li Junshi. “Do you know who is waiting for you inside? Qian Jin! Last night he killed the Demon-Suppressing Warrior, Gran. Today, knowing full well that the Bloodline Warrior, Kai Qi, was Jin Zetianlu’s disciple, he still killed him with a single punch. And without saying a word, he smashed the head of Kai Le from the Kai family.”

Li Junshi’s face instantly turned ashen white, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He swallowed several times, his eyes wide as he stared at Zhang Mubai. “Is... is this man insane? Does he know what he’s doing? Is this real?”

“Nonsense!” Zhang Mubai furiously kicked Li Junshi. “What are you still standing here for? Waiting for Qian Jin to come out and greet you? If he really comes out, you won’t be arranging Rollin’s funeral; you’ll be arranging your own!”

Li Junshi felt a blast of ice-cold water douse him from head to toe. Two shivers made his flabby flesh jiggle violently. Gone was his usual air of arrogance. Pale-faced, he hurried inside as if rushing to a father’s funeral miles away, bursting into the mourning hall.

Li Junshi entered, sneaking a glance at Qian Jin. The flesh on his face twitched. He secretly blamed the City Lord for not clearly informing him that a madman was present at the wake. He wondered if he had offended him just now? Would Qian Jin suddenly draw his blade impulsively? “Chairman,” Luo Qingqing, representing the family, knelt on the ground to thank Li Junshi.

“Mm…” Li Junshi nodded habitually, then suddenly remembered the person standing next to the coffin, who seemed displeased by his earlier display of status. He quickly stepped forward and helped Luo Qingqing up. “Ah! I only just heard about Rollin’s matter. What a loss for such a commercial genius. I had even considered promoting him to Vice-Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce some time ago, I never expected him to return to the embrace of the stars so young.”

“It’s not too late now,” Qian Jin’s cold voice drifted into Li Junshi’s ears. “Rollin’s sister, Qingqing, is far superior to Fatty in business acumen. Why don't you give the Vice-Chairman position of the Chamber of Commerce to Qingqing?”

A chill shot through Li Junshi’s body, and the fat on his frame seemed to shrink. He had an overwhelming urge to slap himself twice. Such platitudes were always meant for appearances; no one ever took them seriously, and the person addressed would usually offer a polite refusal to smooth things over. Qian Jin had actually taken the words seriously…