Volume One, Chapter Three: The Stone Forest

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Flower-Stained Street.
True to its name, a place of wine, women, and debauchery.
Throughout Flower-Stained Street, there were only four types of establishments: brothels, taverns, inns, and gambling houses.
At this moment, inside the largest brothel, the Star-Picking House, dozens of members of the Hehai Gang crowded around a bald man with a scar running across his face.
“Congratulations, Lord Bakun, on your promotion to leader! I raise my cup to you!” a man in hemp clothes said obsequiously.
“Good! Good! Good!” Bakun beamed with pride as a courtesan behind him massaged his shoulders. “Here, ten taels of silver as a reward!”
“Thank you, Lord Bakun!” The man’s face lit up with excitement—ten taels of silver was almost equivalent to a year’s salary!
“Thank what?” Bakun raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly.
“Uh… thank you for the reward, Lord.” The man in hemp clothes looked confused.
“When did I say this money was for you? You shamelessly ask for a reward whether you’re sleeping with someone or eating? Get lost!” Bakun’s eyes flashed fiercely, his expression savage.
The man dared not utter a word and slunk away dejectedly.
“This money, of course, is for the beauty.” Bakun turned and stuffed the silver coins into the woman’s hand, fondling her brazenly as he leered, “Serve me well tonight, and there will be more rewards.”
The courtesan pouted and gave a shy hum, her face flushed with bashfulness.
“How’s Master Shi doing at the gambling house?” Bakun asked, savoring the atmosphere behind him.
“He lost another hundred taels and borrowed another hundred from the gambling house owner Chen, totaling two hundred taels,” someone quickly replied.
“Tell old Chen clearly, this debt goes on my account. Waive his monthly fee next month.” Bakun didn’t even blink, playing with a pair of iron dice in his hands.
“But… the monthly fee for this gambling house is only fifty taels,” the man stammered.
—Bang.

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Bakun slammed the table hard, shattering it to pieces.
“To hell with that! From now on, Flower-Stained Street is under my control. Tell him that starting next month, the monthly fee will be raised to two hundred taels. Otherwise, there’s no point in sticking around here.”
“Yes, Lord. I—I’ll go at once.” The man dared not speak further and hurried out the door.
No sooner had he gone than another gang member burst in, panic-stricken: “Bad news! Something’s happened!”
Bakun’s face showed annoyance as he looked at his sworn brothers. “What now? Your mother had a baby? Stop making a fuss.”
Since he took the leader’s position, Bakun had grown increasingly distrustful of these sworn brothers, even suspecting them of spreading rumors about betrayal.
But without evidence and with the need for manpower now, he had held back from acting.
“No... it’s the Fourth Brother. The Fourth Brother is dead!” The man was trembling with terror.
“The Fourth Brother? Who did it? The Ge Lao Hui?” Bakun jumped up suddenly.
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