Chapter 7: Family Visitors

With a long sigh, Lin Qi shook his head and said, "Moreover, even if my father unfortunately goes to meet the gods, I still have competitors."

The wine is excellent, a fine collection from the Cripple, a good product imported from overseas, crafted by those skillful goblins. The wine is rich, fragrant, and full-bodied, incomparable to the inferior goods sold by the Cripple to the tough men of the dock area

In broad daylight, there were not many customers in the limping man's shop. A few maids stood idly by the wine cabinet, and upon seeing the handsome and rugged Enzo strike up a conversation, they all burst into raucous laughter. The maids in the dock area were not known for their chastity; attracting the interest of any man was a rare honor for them.

The remaining ten gold coins were spent on those peripheral brothers. Recently, the Iron Fist Brotherhood clashed with rival forces, and several peripheral enforcers had their ribs broken. Medical expenses, nutritional costs, and relocation fees—all of these require money! The ten gold coins flew away from Lin Qi's purse like lively little birds, and now he is left with only a little over thirty copper coins in his pouch

Looking back at Lin Qi, Enzo said with unusual seriousness: "Yes, boss, Tu Shu and I suddenly realized that the golden, bright 'oh oh' sounds are indeed adorable"

Lin Qi's expression was gloomy. He slammed his corn cob pipe hard on the table, knocking out the remnants of tobacco inside. With a sullen face, he said: "Indeed, my father should be quite wealthy. But that is his money, not mine. My father is robust, just like a magical beast; without fifty or sixty years of effort, he cannot possibly leave that money to me"

As the leader of the Iron Fist Brotherhood, there are indeed numerous expenses to consider. Based in the Berkeley University town, the entire university area is under its control, boasting dozens of core members and hundreds of peripheral brothers. The strength of the Iron Fist Brotherhood ranks among the top in the entire Berkeley city. However, Lin Qi is an outsider; he has only been operating in Berkeley for three years, and his foundation is unstable. He does not have a solid source of income, which is why Lin Qi's purse is always in a state of depletion

The big fat sheep, the big fat sheep from the East. Although this group of fat sheep seems to be ferocious tigers in sheep's clothing, they are indeed so plump that they are intoxicating. Lin Qi wants to glean some clues from them, first calculating their wealth through analysis and charts, then assessing the ratio between their wallets and their strength, ultimately deciding whether to take action against them. Lin Qi wants to glean some clues from them, first calculating their wealth through analysis and charts, then assessing the ratio between their wallets and their strength, ultimately deciding whether to take action against them

However, feeling the withered purse at his waist, he forcibly suppressed this surge of heat using the breathing techniques taught by the instructor at the Enzo Military Academy.

Although this is the dock area, and although it is the territory of the limping shop, and although that group of strange young men with pale faces seems quite difficult to deal with, as long as Jiang Yong's wealth is sufficiently enticing, Lin Qi will definitely take action against them

Zhang Zui exhaled a few smoke rings, Lin Qi let out a belch, picked up the large copper wine cup, and took a swig of wine, feeling a warm and comfortable sensation throughout his body that made him just want to take a nap. However, he had matters on his mind, so he forced himself to stay alert, squinting as he scanned the tavern, hoping to catch sight of Jiang Yong and his party who had arrived from the East the previous night

My dream is that both my grave and coffin after my death should be made of gold. Sighing, Lin Qi said with a wry smile to Enzo, who sat motionless beside him: But now it seems that I am getting further away from my life goal! Gold, gold, shining gold! To be frank, regardless of whether it is the gods in the heavens or the demons in the legendary hell, whoever can give me gold, I will worship him!

Before Enzo could finish speaking, the tavern door was violently kicked open. A fierce wind swept in with the heavy snow, and a rough, hoarse, and unpleasant voice boomed: "Cripple, send someone to find our young master; the master has sent me to deliver a message. Hey, ladies, bring me a drink!"

Lin Qi was overjoyed upon hearing the voice; he jumped up in excitement and exclaimed, "Aha, Uncle Hammer, what brings you here?"

With a disdainful glance at Enzo, who was exchanging flirtatious looks with the maids, Lin Qi mockingly said: "Women, oh, women! Enzo, as long as there is golden glitter, what woman do you not have? Golden gold, oh, I would rather have a golden statue of a beauty lying on my bed than let those gaudy, annoying creatures come near me"

The two raised their glasses and clinked them together. Enzo took a sip of his drink and mumbled, "Boss, your family is quite wealthy"

Enzo tilted his mouth slightly, stuffing a mixture of tobacco and betel nut into his mouth, chewing it vigorously. His gaze wandered over several maids, a feigned nonchalance playing at the corners of his mouth as he threw them a flirtatious glance with a sense of pride.

Enzo ignored Lin Qi. Having known each other for three years, he was aware of Lin Qi's almost obsessive pursuit of gold. This immature young boy, who had barely matured, had no idea of the advantages these charming female beings possessed. Enzo took a deep breath, feeling a sudden surge of warmth rise within his body

Eighteen golden calls, shining brightly, vanished after sharing just one night in bed with me

With a somewhat dejected sigh, Lin Qi picked up his glass and took a sip. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and silently cursed with his fingers. Eighteen gold coins were enough for an ordinary person to indulge in a few years of good living, yet they had slipped away from him in just one night

Although only eighteen years old, he began to contemplate his life, reflecting on his successes and failures over the past eighteen years. With the aid of alcohol, Lin Qi was making grander plans for his life—perhaps merely having a grave and coffin made of gold seemed too petty; maybe while he was alive, he should reside in a palace constructed of gold mhetushu .com .com

"My ooh ooh calls, my cha cha calls!" He reached down to touch the money pouch at his waist, which had already become shriveled after just one night, like a lemon that had been squeezed dry. Lin Qi sighed with a hint of frustration and began to calculate with his fingers.

Enzo wiped his nose and forcefully sneezed. He glanced sideways at his elder brother and spat out a heavy mouthful of bright red saliva. The pungent smell of the mixture of betel nut and tobacco was overwhelming. Lin Qi grimaced, sniffed, and also sneezed.

Early in the morning, Lin Qi was sitting with his legs crossed in the shop of the cripple. In a corner of the tavern, with his feet propped up high on the table, Lin Qi held a corn cob pipe in his mouth, exhaling smoke while sipping on the pungent gin.

Lin Qi furrowed his brows, immersed in deep contemplation

On the second day, snowflakes the size of a child's palm finally fell from the heavily clouded sky, and the city of Boleili was instantly blanketed in white.

What can be done? Several core members of the Iron Fist Brotherhood, who are also students of the Fifth University, got into a brawl with students from another school on the street after drinking. As a result, they were captured in one fell swoop by the patrolling Dragon Knights, and their bail alone cost a total of 8 gold coins