Before the fortune teller could react, Zhao Rong kicked him, sending him crashing into the wall. He crumpled to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Zhao Rong, he snarled, "Damn it, I didn’t expect you to have some skill..."

When Zhao Rong saw that the fortune teller, known as the top expert in Bada Alley, was so easy to defeat, he scoffed, "Since there are eight great experts in Bada Alley, can’t you send someone more capable to guard the first gate? Don’t send a rookie like this. It’s embarrassing..."

Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the fortune teller scrambled up from the ground. He brushed the dust off his clothes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then said with a smile, "Young man, don’t think you’re so tough just because you kicked me down. Let me tell you, that was only because I wasn’t prepared. If you dare, kick me again and see how I retaliate!"

However, before the fortune teller could finish, Zhao Rong’s assistant immediately picked up a brick from the ground and threw it at him. "Damn it, a rookie like you needs my Big Brother to step in? I can finish you with one brick!"

Watching the brick fly toward him, the fortune teller ducked and avoided it. After dodging the projectile, he said proudly, "You think one brick can take me down? Let me tell you, my reflexes are lightning-fast and I’m incredibly agile!"

At that moment, Miss Lili, the beautiful Yu Lan, and the beautiful Xuelian each picked up a brick and threw it at the fortune teller. "You might have dodged one brick," they said, "but let’s see you dodge three..."

When the fortune teller saw the three women throwing three bricks at him, he chuckled. "Trying to take me down with three bricks? That’s a joke."

Yet, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw not three, but six bricks flying toward him. After dodging the first three, the fortune teller was immediately struck by the next three and collapsed in a pool of his own blood.

Lying on the ground in agony, the fortune teller said, "I’ve seen my share of posers, but I’ve never seen three beauties as full of it as you! You said you were throwing three bricks, so why were there six? That’s cheating!"

Seeing the fortune teller felled by their attack and lying in a pool of blood nearby, the three women burst into laughter.

Miss Lili then produced two more bricks from her clothing. "Have you ever read Sun Tzu’s *The Art of War*? Do you know what it means to strike when your enemy is unprepared?"

When the fortune teller saw that Miss Lili still had two more bricks, he said in a panic, his teeth clenched, "Miss, please, have mercy! Spare an old man’s life..."

Miss Lili advanced on him, brick in hand. "Your boss is a terrible villain, but you’re employed by him, helping him terrorize this area. So today, I have to get rid of you."

Hearing Miss Lili’s words, the fortune teller burst into tears. He knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy. "Sister, I beg you, please spare me..."

When Miss Lili heard the very old-looking fortune teller call her "Sister," she immediately smacked him with a brick. "I’m only nineteen! How dare you call me Sister, you old geezer? You’re insulting my age!"

Knocked to the ground once again, the man began taking off his clothes and tore off the Human Skin Mask he was wearing. He said to Miss Lili, "You don’t understand! I’m not really a fortune teller! I’m just a migrant worker from the labor market looking for a job..."

When Zhao Rong and his companions saw that the fortune teller, who had been putting on such a convincing act—dressed to the nines, wearing sunglasses, and holding an abacus—was actually a young migrant worker in disguise, they were stunned. "You’re a worker. Why not get a proper job instead of coming here to put on an act?"

The worker struggled to explain. "You don’t understand. It’s been hard to find a job recently, and I needed to earn some money, so I got hired here to become the so-called number one expert of Bada Alley, the fortune teller..."

After finishing, the young man impersonating the fortune teller continued, "The pay is great and it comes with vacation time. For every thirty days of posing as a master, I get fifteen days off. Each month, I get a salary of 5,000 yuan and a 1,000 yuan bonus. They provide three meals a day, and every quarter we even get issued work supplies like laundry detergent, soap, toothbrushes, and toothpaste..."

Hearing the young man’s words, Zhao Rong and his companions were so surprised they were practically floored.

Zhao Rong had originally thought that the protectors of the villainous Boss Hong Ju—the Eight Great Experts of Bada Alley—were true masters of the martial world, mysterious figures who had lived in seclusion deep in the mountains for years. He was already surprised, but what he truly never anticipated was that these supposed reclusive masters and ultimate experts were actually just migrant workers. Boss Hong Ju had hired them from the labor market, paying them a salary and bonus just to come here and put on an act.

So, Zhao Rong stepped forward, helped the worker up from the ground, and gave him 10,000 yuan. "Young man, you need to be careful about the jobs you take. You can’t do illegal work like this, or you’ll ruin your future."

Touched, the worker took the 10,000 yuan and said, "Brother, I’ll listen to you. I’ll never come here again to work for bad people. I’m going home right now. I’ll use this 10,000 yuan to start a small business, get married, and settle down with a wife and kids to live a good life."

With that, the worker took the money and left, heading home.

After dealing with the so-called number one expert of the Eight Great Experts in Bada Alley, Zhao Rong continued deeper inside, thinking, Since the first expert, the fortune teller, was a migrant worker Boss Hong Ju hired from the labor market, then the second expert is probably another poser he hired from there too...

Meanwhile, Miss Lili speculated, "The first expert was a fortune teller. Don’t tell me the second one is a quack doctor?"

The beautiful Yu Lan shook her head, guessing wildly, "I don’t think it’s a quack doctor. It must be a monkey busker..."

The beautiful Xuelian’s imagination ran even wilder. "Since the first expert was a fortune teller, the second one must be related to him. I think he’s the God of Gamblers, the Saint of Gamblers, or the Knight of Gamblers!"

But before the three women could finish their speculations, the second expert appeared.

When Zhao Rong and his companions saw him, they staggered and fell to the ground in shock.