Having lost everything, the injured man was overwhelmed with uncontrollable desires for prostitution.
Witnessing this scene, Duan Yun felt a chilling sensation.
Previously, Wangchun City easily ignited the desire to spend silver, offering various indulgences, even the serving girls at the restaurants smiled sweetly like beautiful young ladies.
Everything resembled a seductive brothel.
Now, it was even more exaggerated than before.
Standing at the entrance of a gambling house, watching the busty girls with partially open tops shaking the dice, he felt an itch in his hands.
As Shen Ying said, the fragrance permeating the air made one’s head cloudy and spirits overly excited.
Duan Yun was reminded of Macau in his previous life, where it was said that hotels pumped in oxygen to keep people excited and sleepless, thus luring them to gamble.
Compared with the present Wangchun City, Macau was conservative.
Here, people gambled, solicited prostitutes, and satisfied desires to an alarming extent.
Mo Sect truly had sinister practices.
Duan Yun voiced his confusion, saying, "You all think, as a Hero, should we exterminate the entire family of the instigator."
Upon hearing another mention of exterminating a family, this time Mo Sect, Murong quickly responded, "Brother, rest first, you’re still injured. We’re not in a position to make too many enemies now."
Indeed, at this moment, he couldn’t help but worry about Ning Qing.
The massive shadow of Mingyu Palace loomed over him.
Having made a name for himself at the Martial Arts Conference, it shouldn’t be long before people from Mingyu Palace would come knocking.
Shen Ying pondered, "The four of us here, although a bit overexcited, are rather fine."
"Look at those coolies, they also seem alright."
Murong quickly agreed, "Right, after all, as long as someone is as virtuous as Murong, without thoughts of whoring and gambling, there won’t be any problems."
Feng Ling’er pondered, "Those who are trapped here are probably those who can’t control themselves, the whoring dogs and gambling dogs, if they don’t lose everything here, they will inevitably do so somewhere else."
Duan Yun, lost in thought, felt it was somewhat similar.
He sensed that the street’s fragrance and the style of each shop acted like a catalyst, accelerating everything and even forming a cycle.
Here, gambling dogs gamble more joyfully and whoring dogs indulge more happily, and when you’ve even pawned your wife, it can still make you exchange eggs for silver.
Nearby, two men were walking down the road.
One man carrying vegetables laughed, "Big brother, stop looking, your wife is waiting for us to eat."
The other, Big Beard, laughed heartily, "I was just looking to please my eyes, not doing anything. Alright, let’s listen to you and hurry back, that tigress at home is quite fierce."
Saying this, the two men quickly walked away.
This undoubtedly corroborated Murong and Feng Ling’er’s opinions that as long as you’re not a whoring or gambling dog unable to control yourself, you wouldn’t end up losing everything here.
At this time, noise erupted from the brothel.
"Sir, you can avoid coming here for now," a brothel girl said gently.
"But, your place is sinister, I can’t resist it," a man said in agony.
"Just avoid coming here, sir. If you leave this street for half an hour, you won’t feel this way anymore; out of sight, out of mind. We do business transparently, there’s no coercion."
"I’ll go home to get money and come back for you!" the man said, conflicted.
"Then hurry up, otherwise, I’ll be with another client soon," the brothel girl said smiling.
"You must wait for me! I’ll sell my wife and then come find you!" the man said urgently.
"Ah? You’re selling your wife? Sir, calm down, just take a break outside, and you’ll cool down."
"I’m cool as eggs! I’ve decided to sell her!"
Saying this, the man hurried off.
Seeing this scene, Duan Yun suddenly realized some people indeed do not deserve sympathy.
After leaving that street, the four found the air no longer sweet, and the feeling of excitement also disappeared.
Compared to some Jianghu people’s villainous acts of killing and destroying families over trivial matters, as the brothel girl said, everything here was "voluntary" and "without coercion."
Duan Yun felt troubled for a moment, then putting away his notebook, he said, "It really isn’t considered great evil."
He disliked that street, for a young hero and gambling are utterly incompatible.
But that street seemed more like a mutual rush of gambling dogs and brothels.
Yes, Duan Yun thought that place was strange, like being ill.
The whole of Wangchun City eliciting significant desires seemed mildly sick, but that street was even sicker.
Yet, it wasn’t evil to the extent Nameless Young Hero considered, so Mo Sect of Wangchun City temporarily escaped being listed in Duan Yun’s Yama Book.
Seeing Duan Yun put away the book, Murong breathed a sigh of relief.
Living , it was hard to say who was more dangerous, Jianghu or him.
He always had the illusion that following Duan Yun to be a Hero, he might become the public enemy of Jianghu.
In Mo Tower, Mo Sect Elder Zhang Xiaoxie, wearing a pair of bright red shoes, stood above, overlooking everything in Wangchun City.
"How’s the collection of eggs going?" Zhang Xiaoxie asked.
"Sir, we’ve collected three hundred."
"Increase efforts! These eggs are still needed!"
"Elder, to increase efforts, should we send people to cut directly?" his subordinate asked.
Zhang Xiaoxie’s eyebrows twitched, angrily saying, "Cut directly? How is that different from those brutish Jianghu men who only know how to kill and ravage? I’ve always despised such things with no technical merit!"