Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 235 - 234 The Thief

Chapter 235: Chapter 234 The Thief

The content on the third page was a bit more profound compared to the second one. However, Su Yang had now completely grasped the basics, so cultivating didn’t pose any difficulties.

The only trouble was that his Spirit Gathering Array wasn’t yet completed; there wasn’t enough Spiritual Energy, which made it difficult to build a foundation, so naturally, progress in his strength was slower. After all, finding a feng shui treasure land wasn’t easy.

But the divination techniques on the third page allowed Su Yang to make a significant breakthrough. Before, he could only determine that Liao Yuxuan was not Qin Haishan’s grandson, but now he could almost pinpoint the location of Qin Haishan’s daughter!

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"Su Yang, tell me, why did you drag me to this godforsaken place when you were just loafing about?"

Fatty muttered non-stop as he walked through the mountains.

"It’s for you to get some exercise," Su Yang followed behind, holding a stick: "You’ve been living at the Fang Family all this time, almost turning moldy. It’s good to get out and move around once in a while!"

"Who comes to a place like this to move around?" Fatty said: "What kind of place is this? Why are we running up the mountain for no reason? Are you planning to sell me to some spinster in the hills? I’m telling you, you can sell me, but at least pick a pretty one!"

"Keep dreaming!" Su Yang smirked, and he couldn’t help but laugh as well. Fatty had finally reverted to his old self after such a long time, which made Su Yang quite heartened.

After walking for more than an hour, the two arrived in front of a lonely grave.

The grave looked very simple and could even be described as a small mound of earth. However, it was made up of fresh soil which seemed to have been buried not long ago.

A few wreaths were placed in front of the grave, lopsided and shabby, probably not worth much.

Su Yang walked around the grave twice, frowning, "Why here?"

"What’s up?" Fatty asked curiously.

"She’s supposed to be alive," Su Yang calculated carefully, looking at the mound and then at the distance, his brows frowning tightly.

"What happened?" Fatty asked.

"Let’s go, back to the city!" Su Yang said directly.

Seeing Su Yang’s anxious look, Fatty didn’t dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly followed Su Yang back to the city.

The city was named Wuguang City, a very poor county in Pingnan Province. Apart from the downtown area of the county city, other places were in disrepair.

Su Yang led Fatty around the city for a while before settling down in a small restaurant.

"Su Yang, what exactly are you looking for?" Fatty asked curiously.

"A person," Su Yang said softly.

"What person?" Fatty asked curiously.

"I don’t know."

"If you don’t know, then why are you searching so hard?" Fatty looked completely baffled.

Su Yang didn’t elaborate and, after eating something randomly, sat in the small restaurant looking outside.

Outside the small restaurant was a small square which darkened as the evening progressed, and more people gathered in the square.

Suddenly, a thin, dark-skinned boy around thirteen or fourteen years old approached.

The boy wandered among the crowd as if he was looking for something. Suddenly, he stopped next to an obese middle-aged man, standing in the shadows and staring at the man.

The man was portly and, judging by his attire, appeared to be wealthy. Likely drunk, his steps were unsteady as he wobbled through the crowd.

The little boy followed closely behind, and Su Yang also pulled Fatty along to follow.

The man lived in a residential community next to the square, and just before entering, there was a stretch where the streetlights were broken and scarcely anyone was around.

The little boy quickened his pace, catching up to the man and quietly slipped his hand into the man’s pocket, taking out his wallet.

"Damn, a thief!" Fatty immediately exclaimed, but Su Yang quickly covered his mouth.

The little boy swiftly left the scene, and the man, still oblivious, continued staggering home.

Su Yang pulled Fatty along, following the little boy, to which Fatty curiously asked, "Su Yang, what are you doing? That kid’s a thief. We should stop him and return the stuff to the owner. Why won’t you let me shout?"

Su Yang waved his hand and whispered, "Wait a second, don’t be hasty."

"What’s the matter, you think they’re part of a gang and plan to catch them all in one go?" Fatty immediately perked up.

Su Yang rolled his eyes.

The little boy wound through the city and finally arrived at a decrepit, low earthen house.

The houses in the city were already dilapidated, but this earthen house was even more so. In this city, it was probably the only earthen house around.

The little boy straightened his clothes and took all the money out of the wallet. He put a twenty yuan note in his pocket and held the rest in his hand. Then, he pushed open the door and went inside.

"Hey, Xiao Hei, why are you back so late? Your sister has already gone to sleep," an old woman’s voice came from inside the house.

"Grandma Wu, sorry, I came right after school," the little boy said. "By the way, this is my scholarship for this month; you hold on to it."

"Xiao Hei, we don’t need so much money. You need money for school too. Keep it for yourself!"

"Grandma Wu, you take care of my sister for me, and I don’t know how to thank you enough. You must keep this money."

After some insistence, Xiao Hei left the money and gave a few more instructions before finally leaving the earthen house.

Standing outside, Xiao Hei sighed deeply and then turned to leave.

Su Yang led Fatty as they followed closely, and Fatty couldn’t help but whisper, "This kid’s pretty good at lying, isn’t he? What scholarship? Isn’t this stolen?"

Xiao Hei ended up at a small diner, where he ordered a bowl of soup and a steamed bun, costing a total of one yuan and fifty cents. He reluctantly handed over the twenty yuan note and then devoured the steamed bun hungrily.

Fatty was somewhat perplexed and whispered, "This thief seems to be living quite frugally. Where did all the stolen money go?"

Xiao Hei had not finished his steamed bun, when suddenly, several motorcycles charged up to the door. The leader, a long-haired young man, shouted, "Damn it, the kid is here!"

Upon hearing the noise, Xiao Hei leaped up and dashed out of the diner, trying to escape. But with seven or eight youths by the door, there was no way out, and he was kicked right back in.

Xiao Hei was small and frail, and the kick to his chest sent him flying back more than two meters, lying on the ground unable to get up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The long-haired young man walked over, stepped on Xiao Hei’s head, and cursed, "Motherfucker, why do you run when you see me? Done something guilty? Know I was coming for you?"

Xiao Hei struggled to look up, "I... what guilty thing have I done..."

"What, still playing innocent with me?" The long-haired young man grabbed Xiao Hei by the neck, hoisted him up, and angrily said, "Boss Hou’s wallet got stolen, don’t tell me you don’t know about it!"

"I don’t know!" Xiao Hei insisted stiffly.