Chapter 515: Chapter 476: Add Some Calories

When the assistant heard they needed to be battle-ready, he looked at Zhao Rong in surprise and asked, "Brother Zhao Rong, this place looks perfectly safe. Why do we need to prepare for a fight?"

Before the assistant could finish speaking, Zhao Rong smacked him on the head and pointed to the bathhouse not far away. "Are you blind? Don’t you see that bathhouse is leaking blood?"

The assistant was stunned. He squinted and said in confusion, "Brother, the water coming out of that bathhouse is clearly green. Why are you saying it’s red?"

At this, Lili stepped forward and pulled a color-blindness test from her pocket. After testing the assistant, she exclaimed in shock, "Oh my god! We’ve been on the same team with him for so long and never knew he was color-blind—red-green color-blindness, at that..."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong finally understood why the assistant saw the crimson water as green. He decided not to blame him and, gripping his Dharma Sword, rushed toward the bathhouse. With a single slash, he split the front door and leaped inside.

As the assistant, Lili, Yu Lan, and Xuelian watched Zhao Rong charge into the blood-soaked building, they began to speak with admiration.

"Brother Zhao Rong has always been invincible and unstoppable!"

"This time is no different. He’s stormed the bathhouse to eliminate the villains and rescue the innocent!"

Lili, full of confidence in him, added, "It looks like the bad guys in there are about to face the long arm of the law. Brother Zhao Rong is definitely the type who shows no mercy to evil."

Yu Lan, hearing the clatter from within, speculated, "Listen! I hear fighting. Brother Zhao Rong must have already engaged the enemy!"

Xuelian was sure it was a fierce battle. "There must be some incredibly powerful villains lurking in that bathhouse," she said. "Otherwise, why would there be so much blood?"

But just as everyone was convinced Zhao Rong was locked in a life-or-death struggle... he suddenly stumbled out of the bathhouse, pinching his nose and gagging. There wasn’t a single scratch on him, no sign of a fight at all.

Lili immediately rushed over, looking him up and down with concern. "Brother Zhao Rong, did you run into trouble in there? Was it a fierce battle?"

Yu Lan began to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You have to rest after a fight, Brother Zhao Rong. Sit down, let me wipe your brow..."

Xuelian handed him an ice-cold cola she had just bought. "You must be thirsty, Brother Zhao Rong. Drink this. Replenish your calories..."

The assistant, however, was focused on something else. "Brother Zhao Rong, I remember you went into that bathhouse with your Dharma Sword. Why is it gone now? Did the bad guys take it from you?"

As they all buzzed with speculation, Zhao Rong pinched his nose, gagged once more, and pointed a shaky finger at the building behind him. "Damn it, that’s not a bathhouse! It’s a slaughterhouse! And the blood... it’s not human blood, it’s pig’s blood!"

When they heard that the place Zhao Rong had heroically stormed was actually a pig slaughterhouse, Fengfeng was so shocked he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Lili, laughing hysterically, said, "Brother Zhao Rong, you’re hilarious! Charging into a pig slaughterhouse with a sword..."

Xuelian was doubled over with laughter. "Brother Zhao Rong, after you went in, did you kill a few pigs just to vent your frustration?"

Yu Lan, however, was genuinely puzzled. "That’s strange. A slaughterhouse should be built in the wilderness, not in the middle of an urban village. Aren’t they worried about pollution?"

While they were trying to figure it out, Zhao Rong spun around and grabbed the dwarf by the collar. "Stop playing tricks, you little runt! We’ve been walking forever. Where are your bosses, Hong Ju and Zhou Xiaoer?"

The dwarf pointed a trembling finger toward a small alley nearby. "We’ll reach the villa of our boss, Hong Ju, and his son, Zhou Xiaoer, right after we pass through that alley," he said pitifully. "But you all insisted that bathhouse was leaking blood... there was nothing I could do!"

Zhao Rong sighed. "Then cut the chatter and lead the way. Let’s get moving."

As the dwarf led them to the mouth of the alley, he suddenly stopped and turned to Zhao Rong with a worried expression. "Brother Zhao Rong, you must be mentally prepared before you enter this alley."

Zhao Rong asked curiously, "Prepared for what? Is this alley your village’s red-light district or something?"

The dwarf shook his head, his face twisting in fear. "You’re mistaken, Brother Zhao Rong. This alley isn’t the red-light district. It’s where the eight great masters who protect the boss reside. It’s nicknamed Bada Hutong."

When Zhao Rong heard this was the legendary Bada Hutong, his eyes lit up with excitement. "I’ve heard the stories. They say eight great masters are hidden in Bada Hutong. I’d love to go in and see for myself just how tough they really are."

With that, Zhao Rong took the lead and stepped into the alley.

The moment his group followed him in, a heavy gate slammed shut behind them, sealing the alley and trapping them inside. A collective gasp escaped their lips.

Damn it, is this Bada Hutong a giant trap? Are they trying to catch us like turtles in a jar?

But while they were guessing wildly, a man wearing sunglasses and holding an abacus leaped out in front of them, looking just like a fortune teller.

Seeing him, Zhao Rong asked in surprise, "What’s a fortune teller doing here? How bizarre..."

Before he could finish, the man glided toward them on his abacus, whipped out two darts, and threw them at Zhao Rong. "If you want to see the boss, you have to get past us eight great masters," he declared. "And I am the first—the Fortune Teller!"

Hearing that this man was the legendary first of the eight masters, Zhao Rong deftly caught the two darts in mid-air and flung them back. "Damn it, I thought the masters of Bada Hutong would be something special, but it’s just a cheap fortune teller like you. Watch me take you down!"

Then, Zhao Rong launched a flying kick straight at the Fortune Teller.