Chapter 38: Let’s Be Real, You Have To Be Understanding Of This. (2)

Chapter 38: Let’s Be Real, You Have To Be Understanding Of This. (2)

Lets Be Real, You Have To Be Understanding Of This. (2)

Only Qing knew that Qing had made up her mind.

So, everyone else just continued on with their usual lives.

Taiping Sword Sect demanded legitimate compensation for their protection once again.

Owner Geum protested his chagrin.

However, the martial artists of the Taiping Sword Sect were, in fact, just the lowest members of their organization. They had no authority to decide whether to accept or decline the protection fee.

In the end, Owner Geum was forced to hand over the protection fee.

It was a future that had already been decided, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

The anomaly occurred elsewhere.

From the moment he entered the bar, Nam Gangjeong, the Third Captain of the Taiping Sword Sect, had been continuously concerned about a woman.

Since the time Xi Shi, the Most Beautiful Woman in History, frowned, the vast majority of people in the Central Plains developed a peculiar sexual preference for frowning faces.

Nam Gangjong, being an ordinary martial artist, shared the same sexual preference.

The sight of a woman, seemingly uncomfortable and tired of all that was in the world, tipping her drink into her mouth!

Moreover, she wasnt extremely beautiful, which made him even more drawn to her. After all, it seemed like he had somewhat of a chance if it was her.

If it werent for the serious matters of his sect, he would have immediately rushed over to share her worries.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the woman approaching him.

Even more, with a smile in her eyes!

Dream-like fantasies unfolded in Nam Gangjeongs mind.

However, Nam Gangjeong should have paid more attention to Qings hands rather than her face.

If he had, he would have remembered the old bar saying that no decent person came at you gripping the neck of a liquor bottle.

Good people do not come ones way and those who do come are not good.

Good people would not come his way, and Qing, smiling slyly as she approached, was most definitely not in a state where she was a good person.

Unfortunately, Nam Gangjeongs dreams of a happy future ended with a physical collision between his head and the liquor bottle.

It was a clash between a cheap porcelain bottle and a skull.

The outcome was exactly as anyone could easily predict.

Crack.

The shattered pieces of porcelain mixed the scent of liquor flew through the air.

Nam Gangjeong staggered, soaked in strong alcohol, not because he was drunk, but because he was hit squarely on the head.

However, a martial artist at the end of the Second-Rate would not fall just from a mere battle.

The reason why it was described as just end was because the world was not leisurely enough to categorize every mediocre Second-Rate fodder into Early, Mid, and Late-Stages.

Nam Gangjeong yelled in fury.

W-What is the meaning of this?!

Violence. Disturbance. And also, um, making a scene.

Qing clearly explained her actions.

Normally, this was where swords would be drawn, but Qings appearance granted Nam Gangjeong a single moment of patience.

Young Lady. Right now, you are being extremely rude to a disciple of the Great Taiping Sword Sect. Perhaps you have had too much to drink

What the hell? Why is he not understanding?

Qing cocked her head.

Im not picking a fight with the Great Taiping whatever thingy. Im just causing a disturbance in a bar.

Nam Gangjeong pondered over how the two were different.

And Qing graciously provided the answer.

You received the protection fee, didnt you? Isnt the protection fee supposed to be for protecting the establishment from people who cause violence, start disturbances, and make a scene?The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

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Qing pointed her long finger at herself.

Here. Trouble.

Qing folded her finger and pushed it forward. Nam Gangjeongs chin turned slightly.

Then, the punch from Qings other hand drew a semicircle.

Nam Gangjeongs turned chin was instantly corrected.

Though, the hit was a bit more powerful and ended up turning his head to the other side.

My liquor.

Over here, Server

Excuse me, Customer.

It wasnt a server but the owner who approached her.

The round bottle in his hand exuded luxury, even from its packaging.

Qing waved her hands in denial.

Aiyooo, you dont have to be so thankful.

Thats not it. Please take this and Uh

Owner Geum hesitated, unable to continue.

It was obvious what he wanted to say but couldnt.

He was probably trying to ask her to leave.

Look, Owner. If I leave now, will you be safe? Those fuckers will definitely bring their mommies. If Im not here, you or someone else will get beaten. Isnt that right? Its not like youre a newbie to this business.

Qing had learned this from her experiences.

The fuckers affiliated with martial art unions always ran off to cry out for their mommies or an existence of similar standing.

When Qing was living the life of a low realm fodder, she had no choice but to take a beating and flee.

But now? I. Am. A. Master. An incredible Master.

But also a Master in a very shitty mood.

Ill clean up after myself and deal with the backlash, so just bring out the alcohol. Aghhh, fuck, so annoying. Shit.

Qings irritation spilled over.

Owner Geum placed the jug down with a ghastly face and quickly disappeared into the kitchen or somewhere similar.

Qing peeled off the oiled cloth covering the jug.

As soon as she opened it, a strong scent of alcohol wafted over her.

Though it was a jug as big as a childs head, a Master of her caliber could pour it into a small cup, about the size of five beans, without spilling a single drop.

When she drank, it was so strong that she couldnt tell if it was alcohol or pure ethanol.

And she liked it for that very reason.

As she was drinking one cup after another without any side dishes to balance out the intense taste of liquor, an old beggar suddenly approached her and started to speak to her.

Excuse me, Young Fairy.

What do you want. Im not buying. Go away.

Qing waved her arm dismissively.

Hoho, the Young Fairy is quite heartless, isnt she?

Grandpa. Ive had some bad experiences with beggars, you see? Even if Im heartless, you should be thankful I still respect the elderly, okay?

Hoho

Otherwise, I might actually resort to attacking the elderly.

Qing was usually lenient towards old people.

By that, she didnt mean those who were just older in age.

She was talking about those whose ages were advanced to the point where they couldnt hide their wrinkles. Those who didnt have many days left.

Cough, Cough.

The old man cleared his throat.

Then, he strangely fumbled around his waist.

It was almost like he was asking her to take a look there.

When Qing glanced briefly, she noticed that, while his attire was utterly beggar-like, only the rope tied around his waist was conspicuously new and stiff.

Qing knew these kinds of beggars.

They were the extremely strong type.

In ancient China, even beggars had learned martial arts and those types wore such ropes around their waists.

Per usual, Qings knowledge came from experiencing it firsthand.

And also, per usual, Qings knowledge fell somewhat short.

But now, Qing was a Master.

No matter how strong, a beggar was still just a beggar. She was not afraid.

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