Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

With the old boat boss newly buried, Tang Wen hesitated at the door.

I am, after all, a city lord with principles!

This isn't very appropriate, is it?

This leader of the gang is a respectable person!

Besides, there are too many prying eyes here.

The acting boat gang leader, Old Li, saw Tang Wen's hesitation and understood after a moment's thought.

So, he transmitted his voice, saying, "City Lord, please come this way."

He pointed to another adjacent courtyard.

Although it was only a wall away from Madam Zhao's residence,

It wasn't, after all, the same household.

Tang Wen nodded, giving Old Li an approving look.

The detached courtyard wasn't particularly exquisite, but it was simple.

Behind the simple and grand entrance wall was a garden, but instead of flowers, it grew melons, fruits, and vegetables.

However, it was winter, and apart from a few pine trees, there was no other greenery. The stone ground was clean and tidy, without even any loose soil, showing that the servants were diligent.

"Master!"

"City Lord!"

Upon seeing Tang Wen, the guards at the door respectfully knelt on one knee to salute.

It wasn't that Tang Wen was overly strict with etiquette, but rather that in Ganshan City, commoners had always greeted the city lord in this way.

"Rise!"

"The master has returned!"

"The master is back!"

Passing through the front yard and entering the central hall, a pair of women with similar appearances hurriedly came out to greet him.

Tang Wen smiled. One of these women was around thirty, and the other was about sixteen. Together, they called Old Li 'Master'.

Heh, this seventy-or-eighty-year-old geezer, what combat power does he have? He has the same taste as this city lord.

With hurried footsteps, six beauties emerged from the rear宅.

A look of surprise flashed in Tang Wen's eyes: six women with two faces.

Two sets of triplets.

Damn!

This dog thing, Old Li, triplets, even this city lord doesn't have any...

"Greetings, Master."

Acting Leader Li waved his hand, moved closer to Tang Wen, and said in a normal tone, "City Lord, heh heh, these six beauties have been practicing a strange skill since they were young called [Heart-Mind Connection]."

Tang Wen didn't hide his slight envy: "Just listening to the name of that skill makes it sound like a crooked practice."

"Heh heh, Your Excellency is wise," Old Li said with a wink. "They are sisters born from the same womb. After practicing this skill, the three of them have telepathic communication with each other. Tsk tsk."

"Damn it!" Tang Wen gave him the middle finger.

Old Li was pleased rather than annoyed: Indeed, discussing such things between men could quickly bring them closer.

Turning around, he saw several women blushing as they sized up Tang Wen.

Old Li coughed and introduced loudly: "This is Young Master Tang Wen, also known as the City Lord of Ganshan! Thanks to the City Lord's promotion, your master is now the temporary leader of the Boat Gang!"

The women's eyes widened. They had long heard of Tang Wen's great name and had been secretly guessing earlier.

They exchanged glances, lifted their long skirts, and gently knelt down, saying in delicate voices, "Greetings, City Lord! Congratulations on Master's promotion!"

"Rise."

"Haha, bring up all the Immortal's Intoxication wine I've treasured, and prepare some good dishes."

Entering the inner room, Tang Wen sat in the main seat.

The chair was covered with snow-white fur, conveying warmth and softness through his clothes.

This was the fur of a sixth-grade snow rat, with long, white, soft fur.

In Ganshan City, it could be considered a luxury item.

Among the mother and daughter, the younger mother brought over a footstool, knelt on the carpet, took off Tang Wen's boots, and placed them on the small stool.

The daughter lit the stove on the other side.

"City Lord, please sit for a moment. I'll be right back. You can take anything inside or outside the house."

After saying that, he hurriedly went out to the former gang leader's house next door.

And hearing his phrase, "Anything inside or outside the house, take as you please," whether it was the two women kneeling to serve him, or the two sets of triplets carrying food boxes and wine vessels, their pupils contracted.

Tang Wen smiled: "This Old Li. I'll talk to him later. Alright, warm the wine and you can leave."

The women twisted and turned, looking at each other.

They wanted to stay, but they were too embarrassed.

But seeing that Tang Wen was no longer looking at them, they had to suppress their disappointment, warm the wine, set out the dishes, and then left the room.

Old Li returned in less than a quarter of an hour, and seeing the empty room with no one serving, he frowned and opened his mouth to scold someone.

Tang Wen said, "Alright, I'll take this courtyard and house. Take your people back."

"Heh heh, very well," Old Li sat down and drank a cup of hot wine. "City Lord, you"

"There are no outsiders here, call me Young Master."

Acting Leader Li's eyes lit up: "Then I'll be presumptuous and call you Young Master."

The two chatted nonsense for a few sentences, and Old Li, seeing that Tang Wen didn't seem to have any interest, quickly said, "To be honest, Young Master, I'm still looking for some suitable women. In less than half a month, I can fill this small courtyard."

"You," Tang Wen smiled, "Wouldn't you keep the good ones for yourself?"

"How could I, Young Master? Of course, you get to choose first."

"You better!"

The two drank a few cups and heard footsteps.

Tang Wen's ears twitched. Three women were coming, all of them in the Transcendent Realm.

"Young Master, I still have something to do over there. Excuse me, excuse me."

After saying that, Old Li drank another cup, got up, and left.

Three women dressed in plain white entered one after another.

"The widow Lin Zhao, greets City Lord."

The woman's attire was different from during the day. Inside the white cloak, she wore a curve-hugging, tight-fitting cheongsam, slit up to the thigh.

As for the other two women, one was slender and the other plump. Their temperament and dress didn't resemble maids. They were dressed normally, just in plain white. There was still some dust on their trousers, so they looked like they had just come from the mourning hall.

Madam Zhao just gave a graceful bow, then got up and came to Tang Wen's side. Seeing that his cup was empty, she immediately filled it.

The two women were a little restrained, seeming to not usually serve people. They twisted and turned, not knowing what to do.

"Go inside and take a look, tidy up," Madam Zhao said, then seemed to transmit something in her voice. The two women lowered their heads, secretly glanced at Tang Wen, and went into the inner room.

The room was heated by a ground dragon, and the temperature was very pleasant.

After pouring the wine, Madam Zhao gently took off her snow-white cloak, revealing her enchanting hourglass figure.

She picked up Tang Wen's wine glass: "This concubine was reckless during the day, I'll toast Young Master."

"Cough cough, this wine, how is it Immortal's Intoxication? It's a bit too strong, this concubine dares not drink any more."

Saying that, she poured another full cup, held it in her mouth, and her pink lips without any rouge came forward.

Seeing her eyes like water, with no unwillingness in her expression, Tang Wen wasn't polite.

Tsk~

Lips parted, Madam Zhao's face flushed: "Having wine without music, how about this concubine arranges for them to sing a song?"

"Very well."

The two women tidied up the bed, holding a pipa and a Yaoqin as they walked out.

The zither and lute harmonized, and they gently opened their mouths to sing:

"In this life, I cannot repay your kindness, I wish to be reborn as spring mud in the next life..."

Tang Wen reached out and placed his hand on Madam Zhao's waist. Her snake-like willow waist stiffened obviously.

He immediately took his hand back. What a joke, even if you are a national beauty, as long as you are unwilling, how could this young master touch you?

Madam Zhao was shocked. Regardless of her two daughters-in-law singing and watching, she immediately grabbed Tang Wen's hand and put it around her waist.

She also immediately squeezed to sit beside Tang Wen, the two of them on the same chair.

The position was a bit crowded, so much so that she had to lift one leg and place it on Tang Wen's leg.

The snow-white, silky cheongsam slipped, revealing smooth, long legs.

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The thigh was round, the calf was slender, and on her feet were a pair of white boots.

Madam Zhao pressed Tang Wen's other hand on her leg, turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of affection: "Young Master, are these two daughters-in-law singing well?"

Hmm?

Tang Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, inwardly exclaiming, 'Good fellow'.

It's not that this city lord can't withstand the test, it's really that this Madam Zhao is too wicked.

What is this city lord supposed to do?

The two women below obviously didn't expect to have their identities directly exposed, and their faces immediately turned red.

Having been exposed, the two young wives were so ashamed that they didn't know what to do, feeling like their heads were smoking.

"Not bad, they have some flavor," Tang Wen's hand slid down from her waist and touched the moon.

Madam Zhao trembled slightly, her eyes reproachful, and her hands gently pushed against his chest: "Young Master, this slave is not that kind of person."

Tang Wen smiled: "If Madam hadn't not worn pants, I would have almost believed it."

"Bah. People clearly wore them," she said, gently pulling her cheongsam, revealing a large expanse of white skin at the slit, and above that was a thin black ribbon.

Tang Wen was surprised: You wear this kind of clothing to observe mourning?

Despite his surprise, he pinched the ribbon and gently pulled, drawing out a soft cloth.

Madam Zhao, with her Transcendent strength, seemed to have just reacted, covered her waist, and exclaimed softly, burying her head in his arms, as if she had no face to see anyone.

Putting the warm cloth strip aside, Tang Wen chuckled: "Does Madam have any worries?"

With the boat boss newly dead, Madam Zhao was so eager to dedicate herself, she must have sensed some threat.

Madam Zhao didn't expect Tang Wen to ask about these things now. Although it was her first time doing this, she also knew that this kind of thing, shouldn't she first offer benefits, and then the man would help her settle things?

Things were indeed urgent, but she thought about it and still didn't open her mouth now: "They are just small family matters, but it's just a word from Young Master. Let's leave it for tomorrow, don't spoil Master's mood."

Tang Wen looked at her without speaking.

Madam Zhao had no choice but to say: "This slave married that dead ghost for a year, although I am the legal wife, I have no children. Now, as soon as this person died, his divorced ex-wife brought five sons to the door. This slave is pitifully lonely, if no one stands up for this slave, it looks like this slave will be cast out onto the streets..."

Tang Wen naturally wouldn't have his mood spoiled by such things, eating wine, drinking tea, treating it all as gossip.

Seeing that he had the interest to listen, Madam Zhao spoke in more detail.

"As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. None of those five sons are good birds. Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, bullying men and dominating women are not to be mentioned. When they return home, they also steal concubines and mess up the inner house."

Tang Wen listened with relish: "Tell me more about this part."

Madam Zhao spat, snuggling closer: "How can this slave, a woman, open her mouth to such things?"

Pa!

Slapping the moon, Tang Wen said with a smile: "What's so hard to say? Isn't this the kind of thing that you women spread?"

Madam Zhao's face turned red, and she pressed down his mischievous hand: "Young Master's hands are a little cold, this slave will warm them for you."

A few buttons were unbuttoned, and a golden peony was embroidered on the black undergarment.

Madam Zhao's figure was outstanding, and Tang Wen's entire palm was warmed, but it was inconvenient to drink wine and tea like this.

As the serving party, Madam Zhao immediately noticed this and turned her head to transmit something to the two singing women.

The two young madams put down their instruments and slowly stepped forward, at a speed of about ten centimeters per second.

Tang Wen glanced at the two women, lowered his head to feel the softness in his arms, and gently patted a few times: "Madam doesn't have to force it, this young master doesn't like to force others."

Madam Zhao's face changed drastically, and she glared fiercely at her two daughters-in-law, humming, "Master, you can tell at a glance that you're not someone from the pleasure quarters. Don't be deceived by these two vixens.

When their men are gone every day, and the two of them hug each other in the dead of night to warm each other, the names they shout are all yours. The storybooks they often read are filled with your portraits."

The two women's faces, which had just calmed down, turned completely red.

Having their shortcomings exposed, the two young wives were so ashamed that they didn't know what to do, feeling like smoke was coming from the top of their heads.

Tang Wen laughed heartily, and Madam Zhao didn't let them go, continuing, "Master doesn't know, this little vixen has a special skill."

"Mother, I beg you. Leave some face for your daughter-in-law!" Xiao Rou covered her face, the tips of her ears turning red.

"Heh! See if you dare to pretend to be serious in the future, why don't you kneel over here!"

"Hahaha..." Tang Wen laughed non-stop, cupping Madam Zhao's face and actively kissing her.

Madam Zhao became even more energetic: "Master doesn't know, this little vixen has a unique skill."

"Dear mother, please stop talking, this servant will show it to Young Master now," Xiao Rou said, moving her hand away from her face, opening her red lips, and sticking out her long tongue.

The tip of her tongue was particularly slender, very thin and long.

Then, she gently licked the tip of her nose.

Tang Wen's eyes lit up, leaning back slightly: "Indeed, that's a unique skill."

Xiao Rou was secretly delighted, quickly stepped forward, her legs softened and she fell onto the carpet, tucking up her long hair and snuggling up.

"Hiss--"

Tang Wen grasped the fragrant melon in his arms, exhaled a long breath, and looked at the other young wife who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"What's your name?"

"Replying to Young Master, this servant is called Xu Ling'er."

Madam Zhao glanced at Xu Ling'er's big fragrant melons, and breathed into her ear like an orchid: "Master, this little vixen has no special skills, don't pay attention to her."

Xu Ling'er immediately perked up her chest, directly surpassing Madam Zhao: "Mother is bullying people, how can Ling'er not have strengths?"

"Heh! Little cow!" Madam Zhao scolded with a smile: "Why don't you make a milk tea for the young master you dream about all the time?"

"Oh?" Tang Wen: "It seems that the two young madams each have their own strengths."

He lowered his head, kissed Rou's lips, and smiled mischievously: "I wonder, Madam, you?"

"Pfft!"

"Master doesn't know, Madam, she, uh!" Xiao Rou raised her head in the midst of her busy schedule, but was pressed down by Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao also gave Xu Ling'er a warning look, lowered her head and hummed, "I call Young Master Master, what should you call him?"

Xiao Rou's eyes widened, not daring to refute.

Tang Wen watched the three women's dispute with a smile, while Xu Ling'er made milk tea and carefully approached his lips.

She was afraid that the tea would get cold, and her clothes had not yet been fastened, revealing a bit of white light, brightening half of the room.

Downing the white fragrant tea in one gulp, Tang Wen finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you cold?"

Madam Zhao bit her finger and giggled, "This humble servant has long been cold, it's still Master who knows how to care for people."

Hmph!

Tang Wen picked her up and went into the inner room!

The woman was extremely gentle, and completely obedient.

The next day, those who came to mourn the former leader of the shipping gang in the morning discovered:

Madam Zhao and her two daughters-in-law seemed to have damaged their health from mourning the night before, kneeling on the ground shivering, unable to even stand up.

"Madam, please restrain your grief, you should eat some white porridge and rest well."

Madam Zhao trembled slightly, nodding in agreement: Rest? How can I rest?

How could that City Lord's body be even stronger than a fifth-rank official, with no pity at all!