Feng Feiyun’s outfit was full of holes. With dirt all over his face along with disheveled hair that was covered with a few leaves here and there, who knows how many days it has been since the last time he took a bath.

He wasn’t even wearing a pair of shoes; it was as if he was a beggar!

However, he was carrying a huge iron chest on his back. Just the chest alone was hundreds of pounds while the money and gold inside were worth twenty-eight million gold coins.

He was bringing this iron chest to the brothel!

At this time, the sky was darkening. The decorating street lamps — along with festive commotions — appeared outside of the Supreme Beauty Pavilion as the crowd was weaving in and out. No matter whether one was a genius of an immortal gate or a rich merchant, everyone had a joyous expression. This was the paradise for men; since they were seeking the flowers to discuss the beautiful moon, naturally, they would be smiling.

The four bandits, standing in front of the pavilion, were quite bored from the wait.

Wu Jiu saw Feng Feiyun approaching from afar, so he suddenly became ecstatic and yelled out loud: “Daniu, you are finally back! How many gold coins did you get?”

Feng Feiyun came from the busy street up ahead and...