A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 53 The Four Bad Things in the Suburbs

The retaliation that Scarface feared from the Zhong family did not occur.

Or at least it hasn't happened yet.

Wu Cheng recently encountered a small problem: he realized he needed his own space.

The reason is that the second oldest roommate suddenly went back to live in the dorm.

The second son also brought a girlfriend.

This made Wu Cheng a little embarrassed.

He needs quiet to practice his spirituality now, and he doesn't want others to see his secrets.

Anyway, I have money on hand. The ten million yuan given by the Gu family is useless, and there's no point in keeping it in the bank. I might as well take it out and buy a house.

I also wanted a place to put some cat houses that I didn't want to put there for the time being, but I was reluctant to give the system the items that I had to give away according to the current recycling limit.

Qifeng Mountain is obviously out of the question; he doesn't have enough money to buy a house there, and he doesn't want to be too conspicuous.

After much deliberation, Wu Cheng was drawn to an online post about an old house for sale.

This old house has been around for quite some time, with carved beams and painted rafters. There's also a rockery and garden inside. The price is reasonable; you can get it for three million.

After arranging a time with the homeowner, Wu Cheng took a taxi to the suburbs.

The landlord's name is Xiaoqin. She is quite pretty and has a nice voice. She calls Wu Cheng "brother" all the time.

Xiaoqin led him around the house again and again, showing him the courtyard, the hall, the side rooms, and the annex rooms. Wu Cheng became more and more satisfied with what he saw.

He was just a little puzzled: how could the owner sell such a nice house for such a low price?

And with such a low price, why is there only one buyer?

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard a banging on the door coming from the front yard.

Upon hearing the banging on the door, Xiaoqin shuddered in fright and pulled Wu Cheng to try to go out through the back door. But when they opened the back door, they found it blocked as well.

The people blocking the door were several young men dressed in tight-fitting clothes.

These young men were all tall and strong, looking down at Xiaoqin and Wu Cheng.

Xiaoqin was so frightened that she hid behind Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng remained completely calm, looking directly at the young men: "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Heh, kid, you've got some nerve coming here without knowing who we are." The young man in the lead, who had a dragon tattooed on his shoulder, looked at Wu Cheng mockingly, his fist clenched so his knuckles cracked.

"Just ask the woman behind you, and she'll know who we are."

Xiaoqin said tremblingly from behind, "Brother, they are the four scoundrels of the suburbs: catfish head, croaker tail, carp spine, turtle leg. These four have their eyes on my house and want to take it for free without asking for a single penny."

“Although I don’t live here, this house has been passed down for generations, and I grew up here. I can’t let such a nice house slip through my fingers, so I was planning to sell it cheaply. I brought several groups of people to see the house, but they all messed things up…”

Only after Xiaoqin finished speaking did Wu Cheng understand what was going on.

No wonder they're selling such a nice house for such a low price. He couldn't help but feel indignant. These days, there are bad people like this everywhere. Even before he learned martial arts, Wu Cheng would have intervened; let alone now that he's no ordinary person.

Listen to the names of these people again.

The head of a catfish, the tail of a tilapia, the bones of a carp, and the legs of a turtle are all useless materials. They have no meat and are quite difficult to eat, which shows the character of these people.

If the road is uneven, someone will clear it; if there is injustice, someone will take care of it. Wu Cheng decided to stand up for justice.

Thinking of this, he took a step forward and said, "Who do we have here? It's the four scoundrels from the suburbs. I've just heard of your reputations, you scoundrels."

"Damn it, what do you mean by 'Four Bad Guys'? We're the Four Tyrants."

"Oh, so it's the Four Tyrants. I misspoke. May I ask which tyrant you are, sir?"

"I'm number two... damn it, you're swearing at me." This guy must be a fishtail; he reacted the fastest among them, snapping out of it immediately.

"Hey guys, let's beat him up."

The four thugs from the outskirts of the city rushed towards Wu Cheng, scaring Xiao Qin so much that she almost cried.

Wu Cheng simply smiled faintly: "You stand aside first and watch me stew these miscellaneous fish into fish soup."

Xiaoqin was full of worry: "But they have martial arts training."

"It's alright. If their moves count as having learned martial arts, then I'm a martial arts saint."

As Wu Cheng spoke, he pointed a finger at the catfish's head.

The catfish-head's philtrum was poked by this finger. The philtrum is a special place. It is said that in the past, people could wake up a fainting person by pressing the philtrum because it was too painful.

The catfish gasped in pain, then fainted.

At that moment, Wu Cheng pierced the ribs of the carp bone, and the person felt as if air was leaking out of them, making it difficult to even breathe.

Wu Cheng used a massage technique he learned from Master Chen Qizi to pinch the turtle's leg, and the entire leg could only be extended but not bent, causing the body to fall backward.

The most pitiful one is the fish tail.

He was shouting the loudest just now, and as a result, Wu Cheng pressed on his tailbone. Luckily, Wu Cheng knew what he was doing, otherwise, if he had pressed harder, he would have been paralyzed for life.

In the blink of an eye, the four bad guys were turned into four bad guys.

Wu Cheng straightened his clothes and looked down at the four lying scoundrels: "So, what do you have to say now?"

Carpbone grinned: "Very well, you're powerful, we're no match for you. But you've messed with us, this isn't over yet."

"Hey," Wu Cheng said, mimicking their accent, "you're all lying on the ground, and this isn't over yet?"

"Don't be so arrogant, kid. Do you know who wants to buy this house?"

"So you have a powerful backer? Tell me, who is your backer?"

“I’ll scare you to death if I tell you,” Carp Thorn said, rubbing his back and glancing sideways. “Anyway, you’re not leaving today. If you were, I’d write my name backwards.”

Just then, the sound of police sirens came from ahead.

A car with flashing police lights from the Ministry of Justice sped up and stopped beside Wu Cheng.

Four guards in black uniforms jumped off the vehicle, each carrying a special iron crutch. Without saying a word, they swung the crutch at Wu Cheng.

The implication was clear: these guards were sent by the backers of these four villains.

The Kingdom of Jiuyuan has three ministries: the Ministry of Martial Arts, which is responsible for spreading martial arts and defending against foreign enemies; the Ministry of Justice, which is responsible for judicial and law enforcement; and the Ministry of Revenue, which is responsible for money, grain, and people's livelihood.

After the fall of the Nine Plains Star, everyone practiced martial arts, and the Martial Arts Department became dominant. However, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Justice were not without influence, especially the Ministry of Justice, which was responsible for maintaining order. For ordinary people who had not yet become martial arts apprentices, the Ministry of Justice was even more powerful than the Martial Arts Department.

Anyone who can mobilize Long Qiu's criminal guards must have a powerful backer and be quite difficult to deal with.