"Lei Hu?"

Lin Yi recognized the man before him.

The fist he had raised mid-air, he now lowered.

Lei Hu nodded. "Boss, it’s me... Shh, this isn’t a place for names!"

"Come on, let’s talk somewhere else!"

Lei Hu had a secretive air about him.

He turned and walked off in another direction.

Lin Yi glanced at him, then at the two followers trailing behind.

He wasn’t worried about Lei Hu pulling any tricks or leading him into an ambush.

He simply followed Lei Hu and his men.

They walked for over a hundred meters.

Only then did Lei Hu stop. The moment he turned around...

...a journal had appeared in his hand.

The journal looked ancient, its cover tattered and yellowed with age.

It had to be at least a decade or two old.

"Boss, this journal has been passed down in my Lei Family!"

"It records the training method for the Golden Light Fist. Take it and have a look!"

Lin Yi was taken aback, but he took the journal.

He flipped to the first page. Written there were the prominent words: "Lei Family Boxing Technique - Golden Light Fist".

Clearly, this was a Lei Family heirloom.

It had been passed down for many generations, but now that it was in Lei Hu’s hands...

...the journal had become worthless to him.

If Lin Yi hadn’t wanted to see it, who knows where it might have ended up tossed away.

Lin Yi put the journal away and nodded. "I didn’t expect you to be so trustworthy. You actually brought it to me."

At his words, Lei Hu looked smug.

"Boss, the Lei Family always keeps its promises. If we agree to something, we see it through!"

"After that fight we had, I was thoroughly convinced. From now on, I recognize you as my boss!"

"These past few days, I figured you’d be coming back after finishing your mission, so I’ve been waiting here!"

"Guess my efforts weren’t in vain. I finally managed to catch you..."

Lei Hu’s choice of words sounded a little odd to Lin Yi.

However, he didn’t correct him, just nodded and said, "This is a family heirloom. I’m just borrowing it to take a look. I’ll return it to you later."

"By the way, do you have a phone? Give me your number. I’ll contact you when I’m done reading it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’ll call you..."

Lin Yi gave him the number, and Lei Hu dialed it.

The phone rang once before he hung up.

Lin Yi looked at the man before him, who was about ten years his senior.

He frowned slightly and said, "We wouldn’t have met if we hadn’t fought. Now that we know each other, don’t call me Boss anymore. I’ll call you Brother Hu. And from now on, stop robbing people."

"If you walk by the river all the time, you’re bound to get your shoes wet."

"If you ever run into someone with a higher cultivation level, your lives will be forfeit!"

Lin Yi offered a few words of well-intentioned advice.

Through his two encounters with Lei Hu...

...he’d discovered that Lei Hu wasn’t a bad person at heart, just a bit simple and honest.

He was even a man of his word. Someone like that was worth befriending.

And if he was a friend worth having, Lin Yi wanted to persuade them to turn over a new leaf.

The main issue was their weakness. The strongest of them, Lei Hu, was only at the 4th Rank of cultivation.

The other two were both at the 2nd Rank.

In the complex and treacherous Old District, they didn’t even have the ability to protect themselves.

If they kept going like this, they were bound to run into trouble sooner or later.

Many of the people who took on Demon Hunting missions had a cultivation of 1-Star or higher.

Lin Yi had even seen a few people with a 2-Star cultivation.

Lei Hu and his men didn’t have Lin Yi’s ability to see other people’s talent entries.

If one day they ran into a tough customer, how could they possibly survive?

Lei Hu nodded. "Alright, Boss. I’ll listen to you. We’ll get out of this line of work!"

"Brother Hu, if we don’t do this, what are we going to eat?"

"Yeah! We’re not skilled enough for Demon Hunting. We’d just end up being hunted by demons ourselves!"

Just as Lei Hu made his declaration...

...his two underlings immediately objected.

"Both of you, shut up! We’re three grown men, you think we’re going to starve to death?

It’s decided. We’re not doing this shady shit anymore. If anyone objects, you can stop fucking following me!"

After bellowing at them...

...he turned back with a smile and said, "Boss, don’t you worry. We definitely won’t be doing this anymore!"

Lin Yi glanced at Lei Hu and nodded. "Alright. I’m heading back then. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay..."

He watched Lin Yi leave.

Then, Lei Hu led the other two toward the bus stop.

A short while later, a bus heading downtown pulled up.

They all boarded the bus like everyone else.

Lin Yi didn’t take the bus tonight. He had come on his electric scooter, and naturally, he would ride it back.

He zoomed along like the wind, practically flying down the empty road.

Tonight’s haul had been huge.

He’d completed his mission and received the reward.

Not only had he scraped together the registration fee, but he now had enough for rent too.

He had another day of sparring practice tomorrow, which would net him another five hundred.

Just before he came to turn in the mission, he’d made a quick trip to the black market.

He sold the Demon Corpse of the Cat Demon he’d killed earlier, earning eight thousand.

He also sold the Demon Core to Sister Hua, making fifteen thousand.

Lin Yi was now quite well-off.

It wasn’t a fortune, but it was more than enough to live on for the short term.

Lin Yi felt a sense of relief, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Just as he was riding his electric scooter home, humming the song "Riding My Beloved Little Scooter"...

...a sudden RUMBLE echoed from behind him.

His humming stopped short, and Lin Yi quickly glanced back.

He saw a dozen or so headlights bearing down on him.

A dozen heavy motorcycles were speeding toward him.

Lin Yi’s brow furrowed. He steered his electric scooter toward the side of the road.

He deliberately slowed down, wanting to see if these guys were after him.

However, a few moments later, a familiar figure entered Lin Yi’s line of sight.

A burly man in a leather jacket and a pink helmet was riding a heavy motorcycle toward him.

As Lin Yi watched him, the man was also watching Lin Yi.

The moment they passed each other, the big man even made a ’greeting’ gesture at Lin Yi.

’The Demon Hunting Team captain, Chu Zhengxiong?’

Lin Yi recalled what the upperclassman had said before.

’He came from the New District. Captain of the Demon Hunting Bureau’s Fifth Squad. But why is he hanging out with those biker punks? Or could it be...?’

Just as Lin Yi was wondering about this...

...another dozen or so heavy motorcycles roared up from behind, each carrying two biker punks.

They all wore matching denim outfits, and their hair was dyed in a rainbow of colors.

Some had cigarettes dangling from their lips and were carrying clubs in their hands.

One by one, they chased excitedly after Chu Zhengxiong...