Guanjiang Capital City.
The bustling streets were filled with people coming and going, and the cries of street vendors were endless.
Suddenly, someone let out a sharp scream, their voice piercingly loud almost to the point of breaking.
"The Young Master of the Yang Family is out!!"
Immediately, the women strolling through the streets turned pale and hurriedly pulled their companions away, running off as if there was some kind of demon or ghost behind them.
Soon after, at the street entrance, a fair-skinned young man dressed in snow-white robes, holding a folding fan, gracefully stepped forward.
Behind him followed a dozen aggressive-looking servants.
The man lightly flicked his folding fan and sighed in disappointment as he saw that only men remained on the streets.
"Alas, it’s all because I was born too handsome. Whenever these young ladies see me, they shyly run away."
His servants, hearing this, stepped forward to flatter him, making the smile on his face grow even more confident.
My name is Yang Qian, the only son of the Yang Family here in the Capital City, and the man with the greatest chance of becoming a Heavenly Soldier in the entire city.
A prodigy like me has no particular hobbies—apart from chatting about ideals with beautiful women.
Perhaps, in the presence of someone as outstanding as me, they feel inferior, so every time I plan to go out in search of Zhi Yin, they purposefully avoid me.
Ah, I truly want to tell them that although none of you can surpass me in either talent or appearance, I am still willing to be your friend.
At this moment, one of the servants pointed at a girl hiding behind a vendor’s stall and excitedly shouted, "Young Master, look! There’s still one."
Yang Qian’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his folding fan with joy, "Excellent! Stand back and watch me in action!"
"Yes, Young Master..."
The servants obediently stepped aside as Yang Qian flashed a smile, gracefully walking toward the vendor.
The vendor was quite elderly, his hair already streaked with gray, his face deeply wrinkled.
"Young Master Yang, my little girl is still young; please spare the two of us, father and daughter!"
The old man’s face turned fearful as he knelt and pleaded for mercy.
The delicate young girl behind him, her eyes brimming with tears, quickly crouched to support the old man, trembling with fear.
Yang Qian ignored the kneeling old man. Tossing his long bangs and displaying a slight smile, he respectfully cupped his hands toward the girl.
"Miss, would you consider accompanying me to the Yang Mansion to enjoy a game of Pai Gow together?"
"No... I won’t go..." The young girl shook her head in terror.
Predicting her response, Yang Qian shook his head in disappointment.
"Alas, that’s truly unfortunate. Since the young lady refuses, this Young Master will have to insist on inviting you to the mansion."
With that, he was about to signal his servants nearby when he heard a faint sound from the side.
He instinctively turned his head and saw a short-haired, oddly dressed young man holding a black-and-white iron box, which emitted another series of "clicks" aimed at him.
Faced with this iron box, Yang Qian felt an inexplicable discomfort deep inside.
"Who are you?" he asked in surprise.
Qin Shou lowered the camera and took out a photograph from it, showing Yang Qian’s full-body image on the paper.
Without acknowledging Yang Qian, he simply looked at the photograph and laughed, "Haha, didn’t expect to witness the spoiled noble abducting a helpless girl firsthand—interesting indeed.
But too bad, this place doesn’t do the typical hero saving beauty story. That’s my role to play."
Having obtained the map of this area, Qin Shou had immediately rushed to the bustling Guanjiang Capital City.
Hearing this, Yang Qian easily deciphered Qin Shou’s insinuation.
"Heh, bold, aren’t you?" He smiled faintly.
At once, Yang Qian’s squad of fierce-looking servants surrounded Qin Shou, rubbing their fists and preparing for action.
"Young Master, how should we deal with him?"
Yang Qian flicked his bangs again and swayed his folding fan lightly.
"Fall back. This Young Master finishes what he starts. I’ll handle this personally."
He struck a battle-ready pose, but before he could make a move, he suddenly saw a blur before his eyes—followed by a fist the size of a sandbag swinging toward him.
"What... Ah! The brat hit my face!"
Yang Qian screamed in pain as his shocked servants were about to step forward to assist, only to see figures flashing by, and Yang Qian vanished along with Qin Shou.
Yang Qian, his face swollen to resemble a pig’s head, pointed angrily at Qin Shou.
"You... do you know who my father is...? Ah, ah, ah, it hurts... Stop hitting me..."
Qin Shou delivered a kick, knocking him out cold and stored him inside the System Space, then hung the camera at his waist.
With a flash of faint light, another "Yang Qian" appeared in the alley.
Back on the street, the vendor and his daughter had already packed up and fled.
Yang Qian’s servants wore grim expressions, their hearts anxious.
"Where’s the Young Master?"
"Let’s hurry and chase after them..."
"Chase what? Did any of you see where he took the Young Master?"
"If none of us saw, how can we find him?"
"How about we go and report to the master?"
"Do you want to die? Go report to him yourself if you dare. Losing the Young Master—he’ll beat us to death..."
"But that guy vanished in an instant... Could he be a monster?"
At the mention of this, the servants immediately panicked.
"Most likely; he had a weird appearance and a ghostly speed—it must be a monster..."
Other than monsters or Heavenly Soldiers, who else could move so fast?
Just then, another "Yang Qian" gracefully descended from a nearby rooftop.
"Young Master, are you alright?"
"Where did you go just now?"
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Masquerading as Yang Qian, Qin Shou waved nonchalantly, "I’m fine now. Let’s head back to the mansion."
"Young Master, aren’t we looking for the young lady anymore?"
Qin Shou glanced at the servants, "Look for what? They’ve all fled."
"Oh, oh, it’s my fault for speaking out of turn. Please, Young Master..."
"This Young Master is tired—find me a palanquin."
"Understood, Young Master, wait here for a moment..."
Not long after, the servants carried a makeshift palanquin and escorted Qin Shou to the Yang Mansion.
"Young Master, we’ve arrived."
Qin Shou stepped off the palanquin with an indifferent expression, walking decisively toward the crimson gates guarded by two stone lions.