"Tower Master, those people outside..."

As soon as Xi Nan left, Left Protector’s expression turned serious.

"If they like staying, just let them stay." Chuzheng seemed indifferent.

"But it’s not a solution to let them stay here indefinitely..." Left Protector frowned deeply.

The previous Tower Master just up and left, and now so many debts have piled up; Left Protector wished he could slash Feng Hanyuan a thousand times.

Is this something a sane person would do?!

Fengman Building has been passed down for generations, and never has there been anyone like Feng Hanyuan. Everyone in the building, from top to bottom, wanted nothing more than to smack him.

Why has no one rebelled?

When Feng Hanyuan was around, his martial prowess was formidable. Nobody could beat him.

When Feng Hanyuan was away, he had already run Fengman Building into the ground. With hardly anyone left, their status in the martial world plummeted, reduced to a broken building where they could only afford gruel. What’s the point?

Inheriting this ruin and its mountain of tangled debts was only appealing to a lunatic; otherwise, who would be willing to rebel?

"You’ve got a point." Chuzheng suddenly agreed with the Left Protector, thinking the crowd outside was a bit noisy: "Why don’t we go out and take them out?"

The original owner was a bit reckless too, so saying something like this wasn’t unexpected.

So Left Protector didn’t doubt her.

She gave a soft laugh, "Don’t fool around. Our reputation in the martial world is bad enough already. If anything else happens, how are we supposed to carry on?"

Chuzheng: "..."

Carry on with what? Better to disband, everyone go home, and find their own paths.

Taking them out was impossible.

After all, Fengman Building wasn’t an evil sect. It was a legitimate and decent sect... albeit a fallen one.

Left Protector glanced at Chuzheng, sighed, and stopped discussing this matter, his face full of worry as he tried to come up with a solution.

-

Two hours later.

Chuzheng set up a chair on the pavilion, sipping chicken soup, watching as people below took turns coming out to shout.

Xi Nan stood nearby, swallowing his saliva, craving it, craving it...

Chuzheng only drank the soup, allowing Xi Nan to take the rest down and share it with everyone.

Just one chicken, Fengman Building now had about forty or fifty people, so it was great if each person could get a bite.

After finishing the soup, Chuzheng gestured for Xi Nan to come over.

"Tower Master?" Xi Nan trotted over eagerly.

"Don’t you think they’re really noisy?"

"Well... a bit, but we can’t just drive them away..." Xi Nan sighed, "Left Protector is working on a solution to get them to leave. Tower Master, you can’t just run away because of this; you need to endure it."

Chuzheng: "..."

What did the original owner do to make Xi Nan think she wanted to run away?

"Is there any laxative in the building?"

Xi Nan: "What are you planning to do?"

Chuzheng nodded toward the crowd.

Xi Nan gasped, looking at her in shock, and then silently gave her a thumbs-up.

"I’ll go get it."

-

This group of people brought their own food, and their water was mostly self-supplied. Xi Nan didn’t know how he did it, but everyone got hit.

"You all..."

One person pointed at Fengman Building’s people, realizing that whenever he let go of his belly, it felt like it wanted to rush out again, so he quickly held his stomach, crossing his legs, glaring at them, gnashing his teeth.

"You actually poisoned us."

The people from Fengman Building were displeased: "Don’t make false accusations! You brought all your own food and drink. How does it have anything to do with us? We’re kindly providing you with toilets, and you turn around and accuse us. Is that fair!"

Everyone: "..."

Fengman Building folks spoke the truth; they hadn’t touched the supplies.

But it was clearly their doing!

How did everyone end up affected?

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Their stomachs were churning so badly that they couldn’t care about pursuing the matter further, clutching their bellies and wishing they could drag people out of the toilets.

Through the latter part of the night, they continuously ran to the toilets.

Initially, people were cursing, but as the effects of the laxative kicked in, they lost the energy to curse.

With limited toilets in Fengman Building, when they couldn’t take it anymore, one by one, they left Fengman Building to find restrooms.

The few remaining, exhausted from the diarrhea, were easily tossed out by Fengman Building folks.

"The Tower Master is incredible."

"When the Tower Master acts, it’s always something, right?"

"A stunning move?"

"Hey, hey, hey, something like that."

"Lock the doors and find something to block them!"

Having finally gotten rid of that group, they couldn’t just let them back in so easily.

However, considering how wrecked they were, it would probably take two or three days to recover.

-

Chuzheng dealt with the noise-makers, gaining a wave of faith value, and then slept soundly.

The next morning, King’s Account finally issued a task.

Chuzheng got up, opened the door, and her first words were: "Tell everyone to pack up and take anything valuable."

Xi Nan yawned, "Packing up for what?" Take what valuables? Do they have anything valuable? No... Is this an escape?

Chuzheng: "Want to be the Tower Master?" Come, sit on the throne!

Xi Nan shivered and quickly stood up straight, "No, no, I’ll get to it now."

Xi Nan didn’t know what stunts his Tower Master was planning, but he was just the little assistant for whatever stunts she wanted to pull, so naturally, he was committed to helping.

-

The debt collectors, having narrowly escaped with their lives, came to Fengman Building full of anger, planning to demand an explanation.

They arrived fiercely only to find the doors of Fengman Building open, and were a little surprised internally, stopping in their tracks.

Every time they came, the doors were always closed.

Why were they open today?

"Why’s their plaque missing?"

They looked up, seeing the missing ’Fengman Building’ plaque over the door, giving the entire entrance an oddly desolate feel.

"Go in and check."

"Could they be up to something?"

"..."

They glanced around, hesitant to proceed.

"Damn it, debts need to be repaid; what could they possibly do?" one burly fellow declared: "I’ll go have a look first!"

The crowd admired the man, stepping back in unison to give him the field.

The man: "..."

Bunch of cowards!

The man strutted inside boldly.

The crowd perked up their ears for any sounds, but until the man came back out, they heard nothing unusual.

Instead, the man’s expression was strange: "No one’s inside."

"What do you mean?" Have they been wiped out?!

The crowd rushed in, searching every corner of Fengman Building, finding no one, and naturally, not a single coin.

Someone found a note, and everyone gathered closely to read it.

—The debt Feng Hanyuan owed is his responsibility. He borrowed with his skills. If you can’t recover it, that’s your problem. Fengman Building is not responsible!