Chapter Forty-Four: The Displaced Family

Chapter Forty-Four: The Demolition Resident

Within the spacious room, Shen An was cultivating. Not a single event occurred that day. The vital energy he had absorbed was now fully consolidated, and his cultivation had stabilized at its current realm.

He had already obtained detailed information about the Shadow Division through Future. After Mu Linqiu communicated with her superiors, she soon agreed to Shen An’s requests—all of which had been anticipated in his plan, or rather, in the scheme he’d devised with Future.

When Shen An first met Mu Linqiu, Future had also seen her through his eyes. From that moment on, Shen An’s calculations had begun.

“Physical training needs to be prioritized now. Your swordsmanship is already well-practiced; the rest depends on your intuition. The body technique I sent you—practice it diligently.” Future’s words served as a reminder for Shen An.

The body is the foundation of everything.

Shen An nodded in agreement.

At the Imperial City KTV, after half a day, all damages had been repaired, and the venue had resumed business. The place was bustling with singers.

Shen An stepped out of a hardware store, his gait light and carefree, humming a cheerful tune. He paused outside, gazing at the promotional posters by the entrance. Two greeters stood by the door. As they prepared to welcome him, they noticed the spray can in Shen An’s hand and hesitated, confused.

Without warning, Shen An began spraying the main door.

The two greeters panicked at once.

“What do you think you’re doing?” one shouted, rushing forward to stop him.

But no matter how quick he was, he wasn’t as fast as Shen An. By the time the greeter reached him, Shen An had already finished.

A huge character for “demolition” was now emblazoned across the door, circled in bold.

The greeters’ faces turned ashen. This guy was clearly here to stir up trouble.

“Security! Security!” The two hurriedly called into their radios.

The commotion outside drew the attention of would-be patrons, who stopped in curiosity, none daring to approach.

“This young guy is bold—daring to paint ‘demolition’ on Imperial City KTV’s door.”

“Reckless youth. He’s finished now.”

People pointed and whispered, watching the spectacle unfold.

Shen An stood with his hands in his pockets as a greeter grabbed his arm. “It’s him! He’s the troublemaker—he wrote on the door!”

In no time, four or five security guards rushed over, each wielding a baton. Normally, these anti-riot batons were rarely put to use, but today, they had their chance. The guards surrounded Shen An, with their captain—a tall man nearly two meters high—stepping forward. He pointed his baton at the painted character on the door.

“Who sent you here to cause trouble?” the captain demanded.

Shen An calmly flicked the tip of the baton with a single finger. The force nearly knocked it from the captain’s grasp. He hastily tightened his hold, hesitating to move closer. A glimmer of fear flickered in his eyes, but seeing his team behind him, his courage returned.

“You wrote this ‘fold’ character, didn’t you?” the captain questioned.

The onlookers burst into laughter at the slip of the tongue, and several guards felt deeply embarrassed, wishing they could deny any acquaintance with this man.

“Captain, that’s ‘demolition,’” a guard whispered.

With a thick face, the captain coughed to cover his gaffe. “So you wrote it? Come with us. We’ll take you somewhere nice.”

He gestured to his men, who moved in, clearly intending to rough Shen An up.

Just then, a bartender inside caught sight of Shen An’s face and his expression changed instantly.

“Let him go!” the bartender shouted.

The captain startled, turning to see the bartender hurrying over, frantically calling into his radio. “Manager, come quickly, something’s happened!”

The captain was confused. “Xiao Li, what’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t understand the bartender’s reaction. “Is he your relative or something?” he asked, pointing his baton at Shen An.

Bartender Xiao Li’s face changed dramatically. “Brother, he—” Xiao Li hesitated, glancing at the crowd, afraid to say more for fear of being silenced.

He anxiously whispered a few words into the captain’s ear.

Clang!

The captain’s baton dropped to the ground.

The others looked on, baffled.

“Captain, what’s going on?”

Without a word, the captain stepped forward.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

He delivered several sharp slaps to his subordinate’s faces. “Are you tired of living, being so disrespectful to Mr. Shen?”

He hurried to greet Shen An with a fawning smile.

The manager, having received the urgent call, rushed over in such haste that he hadn’t even bothered to dress properly, leaving the girls in his room bewildered.

“Mr. Shen, what’s this about?” the manager asked breathlessly, pointing at the character on the door, which was impossible to miss.

“It needs to come down. This door is in the way—it must never be reinstalled,” Shen An said coolly.

The manager’s face turned sour. He didn’t know how to respond. The KTV belonged to the Chen family—he had no authority here. But the real problem was that the Chen family’s young master had been killed by this very man last night, and no one from the family had even shown up or said a word since.

To be honest, he wasn’t qualified to contact the Chen family.

The security captain’s eyes darted about as he pondered the situation. The Chen family’s young master was dead, yet the family hadn’t reacted at all. Could they be afraid of this man? Was he more formidable than the Chens?

With his limited education, he began to suspect as much.

His cousin had gotten him this job, hoping to curry favor with the Chens, but he’d never even met the young master. Now the young master was dead, the family silent, and now this guy had come causing trouble—and still, no one from the Chen family had shown up.

The captain’s mind began to race.

“Manager, I think we should just take down the door,” he suddenly suggested.

The manager, hesitant and uncertain, thought he’d misheard.

The simple-minded captain looked at him earnestly. “Manager, maybe Mr. Shen is thinking of our safety. You know, this door is a hazard. The guys have seen people bump into it more than once.”

The manager could have cursed him to the ends of the earth. Apart from you, who else would walk into that door?