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    As Zhang Wenliang takes on his natural role playing the villain, the atmosphere in the tavern surged, and one ’Great Hero’ after another actually put on a fierce show.

    And Lu Xiaobu just keeps creating mischief by twisting the script.

    Script twist one: A rapist kidnaps a helpless girl.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Twist, the woman is the rapist, bad guys get raped, wakaka!"

    The woman bursts into laughter: "Hahaha, didn’t expect to have a handsome guy delivered right to my door, come, let’s spar a bit! Hahaha"

    The rapist is devastated: "Ah?! Help!"

    ...

    Script twist two: The arrest officer confronts the pirate, about to bring him to justice.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Twist, the pirate is the Emperor."

    The arrest officer speechless: "Pfft, long live the Emperor, forever and ever!"

    The pirate laughs heartily: "My loyal subject, rise."

    Lu Xiaobu: "Another twist, the officer usurps the throne."

    The arrest officer laughs heartily: "Dog Emperor, meet your demise."

    The pirate Emperor: "Motherf***er!"

    ...

    Liang Lan and the others are laughing themselves insane.

    "Young Master, how do you come up with this?"

    Liang Lan clutching her stomach, really laughing so hard it hurts.

    "It’s so fun, especially that part with the rapist, I almost cried laughing." Wu Qianmin is also holding her stomach, tears coming out from laughter: "The damsel is the rapist and molests the rapist, hehe!"

    The guests are all laughing out loud.

    "I can’t take it anymore, Young Master Bu is too amazing."

    "Young Master Bu, can I be next? I’ve been waiting for so long, I’ll take any twist. If you say I’m an imperial eunuch, I’ll own it!"

    "Zhang Meng, no more booze, bring me two more jars, this is just too freaking fun."

    "..."

    ...

    Inside the bar there’s roaring laughter and merry drinking, but outside a group of unwelcome visitors arrives.

    A bunch of ruffians with open shirts, big gold chains around their necks, their faces practically emblazoned with ’I’m a bad guy’, come to the doorstep of ’Night Drunken Love.’

    The bystanders quickly avoid them, not wanting to mess with these thugs.

    "Damn it, this author has gone on a cliffhanger again, don’t let me find out where you live, or I swear I’ll cripple you."

    A guy with a red Mohawk named Fire Turkey, clutching his phone, angrily says.

    His greatest pleasure is reading transmigration novels, always hopeful that he might transmigrate someday.

    "Brother Ji, this is it, this bar just opened and didn’t even pay tribute. Boss Fu told us to come give ’em a special look." A lackey points out ’Night Drunken Love’.

    "Okay, let’s do it, let them know who calls the shots in this street, just to let off some steam for me."

    Excited, Fire Turkey squints his eyes and arrogantly issues the order.

    Under Fire Turkey’s command, a bunch of thugs with sticks and rods in hand go clattering into the place.

    "Dear customers..."

    The doorman is about to speak.

    "Get lost!"

    Fire Turkey slaps the doorman against the wall.

    Immediately, a lackey holds a rod to the doorman’s neck: "Shut up, or you’re done for."

    In that manner, the group struts down the hall toward the drapes at the entrance of the tavern.

    "It’s just freaking this place? It’s really a freaking maze." Fire Turkey sideswipes the drape with his stick and walks in: "Who the hell are you guys, so damn arrogant, don’t you know whose turf this is... is... is... is..."

    He can’t continue his speech.

    Because the already electrified patrons, eyes darting around, are waiting for the next performance to begin.

    They’ve noticed a pattern: the more proactive you are, the more chances you get to perform, like that fatty named Lu Hao next to them, who freakin’ performed three times already, even once with a beauty!

    So...

    The moment Fire Turkey makes a noise and flips open the curtain.

    Swoosh——

    The eyes of everyone in the bar instantly converged on us, and some even drew their realistic toy swords with a ’whoosh’!

    That scene...

    It was really brimming with murderous intent!

    Turkey looked at each one of them, dressed in ancient costumes, brandishing swords and knives, exuding lethal energy.

    He was thoroughly freaked out and immediately thought of time-travel novels—fuck, did I travel through time?!

    So he immediately ’plopped’ to his knees, hands raised high, babbling:

    "Great Heroes, I didn’t mean to offend you! I just picked a door curtain and somehow time-traveled! Right, perhaps you don’t know what time-travel means. Simply put, I’m from the future, you get the future, right? Forget it, um... everyone... spare my life, please!"

    And Turkey’s minions, as soon as they walked in and saw the scene...

    The others were holding weapons; the boss was kneeling on one side...

    Nothing more to say, just kneel!

    And then...

    ’Plop, plop.’

    "Spare our lives!"

    A group of street gangsters were kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

    "Er..." The ’Great Heroes’ looked at each other, equally befuddled, and stood still—what in the world is going on?

    "Uncle Master, these are the street thugs from this street; I recognize him, I’ll handle it."

    Zhang Wenliang immediately offered his eager assistance; he would not have to play the villain anymore if he could just perform one more act. He was very much looking forward to it.

    "Oh? Gangsters?" Lu Xiaobu’s lips curled into a mischievous smile: "No need, Zhang Meng, go inform everyone that this performance is a time-travel play, and the opponents are a bunch of thugs. However, make sure to keep an eye out so that no one gets hurt."

    "Alrighty." Zhang Meng immediately nodded.

    Once the message was quietly passed along, everyone nodded, understanding each other’s signals—oh, it’s a time-travel play. No wonder Young Master Bu is so talented; he came up with such an idea.

    Suddenly, everyone started to smirk—this seemed fun.

    "Hey, kid, come here."

    The fatty called Lu Hao slapped the table and was the first to speak with a stern face.

    People around rolled their eyes; it was him again.

    But they all knew the drill—when he spoke, they only needed to watch carefully.

    "Great Hero, what are your orders?"

    Turkey quickly climbed up from the ground and humbly approached.

    According to novel knowledge, there usually isn’t any danger when meeting people from other worlds for the first time; there might even be benefits.

    "En, I see you have a remarkable bone structure, and I don’t have much time left. I would like you to inherit my mantle. Would you be willing?"

    Lu Hao stood with his belly out, fully playing the part of the senior.

    "Willing, willing, willing..."

    Turkey nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken—here comes the Golden Finger.

    "Good, well, let me see your aptitude in detail." Lu Hao slowly nodded: "First, tuck your hands into your butt."

    "Huh?" Turkey’s face was a picture of confusion—what the hell is this? S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "What? Don’t you trust me?"

    The fatty snorted coldly and made a sudden palm motion in the air towards a customer at a nearby table who had played along with him earlier and was now extremely cooperative.

    "Ah! Demon Lord, we had no enmity in the past nor recent grievances; yet you strike me with such a vicious blow! Ah... ah!"

    The customer’s face contorted as he slowly slid off the chair and even convulsed a couple of times on the floor.

    Turkey lost his mind.

    Fuck, what just happened?

    Why didn’t I feel anything?

    Could this be the legendary Bone Melting Palm?

    "Drag him away."

    Lu Hao gestured grandly, and someone immediately dragged the customer away.

    "Now do you see? Don’t do it, and you’ll die!"

    Lu Hao stared at Turkey and said coldly.

    "Will do, will do!"

    Turkey immediately nodded—meeting a great master here! Once he learned Kung Fu, could he not swagger across the world?

    Thus, under everyone’s gaze, Turkey executed the embarrassing act of tucking his hands into his butt to the utmost!

    The entire bar burst into laughter!

    They couldn’t hold it in any longer!