And yet. Are you looking down on me? I, after all, am a Martial King. Am I that disgraceful?

"Young master, could you add another…"

"...Good evening, beautiful lady. Would you like a drink? My treat!"

「Back at the Bar.」

At some unknown point, Ku Zhu, having quietly changed into casual yet domineering attire, was now in the Bar, swaggering about and trying to hit on women. This guy was a Martial King, after all; his inherent qualities were certainly not bad. Muscles? He had them. Physique? He had it. Bearing? He had that too.

And so it was. Although he had only just made his appearance, his attire and bearing immediately drew the eyes of many, both men and women.

Of course, while some were initially indignant that Ku Zhu alone was drawing so much attention, the atmosphere around him instantly became quite 'cordial' once people recalled an eyewitness's account.

"...It's this chap! The poor Martial General who wanted to play the hero and pick up a girl in the process. He ended up with two broken legs, and his face was as swollen as a pig's, thanks to the Essence Energy he'd left behind. Conservatively speaking, it will take at least a month to recover…"

"...Also, don't mess with that kid lightly! This chap is his man, and it seems the unlucky fellow provoked the kid, which led to the order to teach him a lesson. Damn, he looks delicate, but his methods are viciously ruthless. These youngsters nowadays, damn, none of them are to be trifled with…"

Under these circumstances, despite Wang Zhan knowing everything yet pretending to know nothing, hoping everyone would act normally, the innocent onlookers still chose to maintain a respectful distance, determined not to follow in the Martial General's footsteps.

There was no choice; Martial Artists were truly the esteemed figures in the Federation World, especially impressive young talents who were treated almost like heirs apparent. The probability of them encountering a high-level Martial Artist in their lifetime was already slim, let alone young geniuses with extremely solid backing.

Therefore, they could only watch as Ku Zhu, suddenly uninhibited, with a woman on each arm, headed straight out of the Bar, ready to enjoy a wonderful night. Silently, they offered their 'blessings' along with cigarettes and alcohol, remaining speechless.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhan, treading a path paved with the onlookers' mingled shock, fear, and awe, downed several large pitchers of cocktails and made a phone call. Then, he calmly stood up and headed towards a small booth in the Bar meant for resting.

Listening to the pulsating music and rock anthems around him, he slowly approached what looked like a fire hydrant cabinet—part of the security office's facade—and knocked on it repeatedly. TAP, TAP, TAP... TAP, TAP, TAP.

"Open the door! Open up!…"

It didn't take long for the original inhabitants of the hidden room inside to look unamused.

"Damn it! Trying to rush me to my death, are you?…"

"Which drunkard is randomly banging on the door again…"

A furious feminine voice erupted. "Don't they know I'm about to win! Little brother, quick, go knock him out—doesn't matter how—and toss him in a corner! I'm so sick of these despicable people! If you can't hold your liquor, why bother drinking?! Isn't milk tastier? Little brother, go! I'll add an egg to your breakfast tomorrow... Damn it, you sneak-attacked me! Just you wait, see if I don't pummel you later!…"

Finally, with a CREAK, the fire hydrant cabinet was opened.

Wang Zhan looked at the momentarily stunned Ouyang Win and immediately smiled. "Hello. I'm new around here and have nowhere to rest. Do you mind if I intrude?"

I thought I'd knocked softly, but it seems they still heard it. I just don't get why this kid's face is a bit dark.

But Ouyang Win snapped out of it in a moment. "Ah, it's you. How did you get my address?"

Wang Zhan, of course, remained unperturbed. "Ahem, your sister invited me. She said she'd give me a warm reception when I arrived."

As everyone knows, Wang Zhan never lies. Moreover, he had a recording.

Sure enough, Ouyang Win was tricked. "Oh, oh! Then... then come in! My sister is still gaming; it's a bit too noisy outside!"

But Ouyang Win was also curious. When did Sis become so hospitable? She's actually willing to invite someone to our home!

In reality, how could Ouyang Win know that Wang Zhan was simply an anomaly? He didn't need an address to find people; just casting a wide net was enough. For instance, at the Yue Sheng Tea House, he had identified their little hideout with a single glance. His arrival at the Bar now was even more astounding; he was clearly well-prepared, which was why he had so directly and decisively found his way to their door!

By the time both of them entered, Wang Zhan discovered that the fire hydrant cabinet concealed an opening. Inside, it was remarkably serene, like a haunted house... pah, no, I mean a Peach Blossom Spring. A world of its own.

After walking only six or seven steps, they arrived at a spacious living room, which housed two or three sets of sofas and was rather large. It had air-conditioning, a television, a dining table, and other household appliances. A variety of snacks were also laid out, hinting at the host's tastes to any visitors. They were all quite special: "Devil Peanuts," "Deep-sea Purple Squid," "Spicy Crocodile Eyes," "Desert White Steppe Cat Heads," and so on.

As a result, even Ouyang Win felt a little embarrassed. "It's a bit messy, I'll tidy it up first, sorry..."

Wang Zhan smiled, indicating he didn't mind. It was just like when he and his sister were at home: one was always lazy, the other always messy. A normal phenomenon.

However, Wang Zhan soon noticed that the layout here was integrated. In other words, even if the room were moved out from here, it would remain the original room.

Now I understand. No wonder Ouyang Win's face looked a bit dark when I first saw him. It's likely because the room is a single unit, and its material construction probably enhances sound transmission.

But aside from direct contact, the sound insulation was really good. At least, to Wang Zhan's perception, the loud DJ music from outside was completely inaudible, as if he were in a quiet place.

It was also at this moment that Ouyang Yue, still engrossed in her game in the other room and oblivious to the situation outside, kept her eyes glued to her handheld device, her hands a blur of motion as she gestured wildly and asked, "Little brother, have you dealt with that person? Don't knock him out this time, just toss him outside the door! Otherwise, when he wakes up, he'll start banging again. It's incredibly annoying..."

"Oh! Got it," Ouyang Win responded.

He felt somewhat awkward and glanced at Wang Zhan, muttering to himself. I haven't just dealt with him; I've brought him right in!

But he didn't ask his sister for confirmation. It's just that Sis doesn't use her brain when she's gaming; she wouldn't hear me even if I told her.

Wang Zhan was a bit puzzled. "Does your sister always enjoy playing games like this? How long will she be?"

Ouyang Win thought Wang Zhan was getting impatient and hurriedly explained, "Uh, you know, young people these days, they all kind of like it, and my sister is no exception. But it's almost time..."

Wang Zhan gave a knowing smile. Whether I understand or not is another matter. Although I just celebrated my eighteenth birthday not long ago, I'm already out of sync with the current era. "Why don't you go about your business? I'll sit here for a bit and wait for her to finish."

In fact, Wang Zhan had noticed as soon as he entered. This Ouyang Win is a bit strange. This Ouyang Yue is also a bit strange. And what's with this woman's mindset? She's clearly a top-tier, Martial General-level prodigy, yet she's so engrossed in a game that her mental power perception isn't even active? That's a bit careless. If someone harbored ill intentions, they could have killed her in that short amount of time.

Fortunately, Ouyang Win was at least somewhat vigilant. Wang Zhan is an outsider, after all. How can I let him wander around here? So, he gestured for Wang Zhan to sit, saying with a light laugh, "It's okay. We can just sit over here; she'll be ready soon..."

Wang Zhan smiled; that was fine too.

In fact, with just one glance, Wang Zhan already knew where the two siblings' rooms were. Obviously, further down the corridor, which was adorned with graffiti and peculiar color schemes, two doors directly faced each other—these were the siblings' rooms. Among them, a vaguely visible room, elegant and neutral in style, undoubtedly belonged to Ouyang Win. Consequently, the other room, whose specifics were unclear, naturally belonged to Ouyang Yue.

Although this place was small, Wang Zhan still vaguely saw another room at the end of the corridor. It looked like a kitchen. It could be described as 'a sparrow may be small, but it has all its vital organs'—everything one could need was there.

But what made Wang Zhan curious was that the two siblings were Martial Artists, yet there was no trace of their profession here—no training equipment, nothing. It created a slightly jarring feeling. This place seemed more like a dwelling favored by ordinary people. Did the two siblings harbor some kind of sentimentality for an ordinary life?

So, Wang Zhan first softly patted the plush sofa, then casually asked, "Quite nice. However, why did you choose to live here? I mean, the sunlight and air here don't seem very good..." There was a musty smell, and it was quite strong.

Hearing Wang Zhan's words, Ouyang Win, who was snatching up his sister's personal garments from behind the sofa with lightning speed, quickly replied, "Well, although we own the Yue Sheng Tea House, it's not so great to live there. Besides, my sister doesn't like living in those houses outside, let alone buying a house. Fortunately, there happened to be a Bar that was poorly managed. We invested, and now it's ours, just right for living in..."

At this, Wang Zhan's gaze grew even more profound. Ignoring Ouyang Win, who was furtively stuffing something into his trouser pocket with one hand, he pondered. They don't like living in those sunny houses outside, preferring a basement instead? Childhood trauma?

However, the fact that the two siblings owned a property like the Yue Sheng Tea House did lead Wang Zhan to speculate somewhat. Immediately, he could only offer a relaxed smile. I don't know the backstory, so I shouldn't speculate recklessly. Maybe the two siblings just want to experience life!

And it had to be said, their business acumen was sharp; both ventures were quite profitable.

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