Not long ago, Little Wen had apologized to him. Now, Song Luping was also apologizing to him. It made Lin Li feel a little embarrassed.

What virtue or ability did he possess to deserve such affection?

It was he who should be sorry to them.

However, Lin Li chose not to reply for the time being. He didn't know what to say right now. He'd just pretend he was still at the station, waiting for his parents to pick him up.

Like Bai Bufan, Lin Li had some urgent business to attend to.

He decided to have a remote ranked match with Bai Bufan.

...

[For one consecutive month, rise before the hour of Mao (5-7 a.m.) and diligently practice the Eight-Section Body Tempering exercise for a cumulative total of at least half a shichen (one hour) before the hour of Chen (7-9 a.m.). (2/30)]

Lin Li still didn't go downstairs today. It was the weekend anyway. It was more convenient to finish practicing in his pajamas at home, take a shower, and go back to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was almost noon.

His phone was full of "incense burning" messages from Song Luping. He had been sending them intermittently until three or four in the morning. It seemed he was determined to see a person if alive, and a corpse if dead.

Thinking that it was about time, lest he run into Song Luping again by some strange coincidence when he went out to eat—the fact that he could frequently run into Song Luping already proved that there was a special fate between the two of them.

It would be hard to explain why he hadn't replied to the messages.

So Lin Li edited the content and sent:

[Lin Li: Brother Ping, I just got out of the station. Sigh, because it was my second time being caught, they symbolically detained me for one night. I couldn't reply to your message in time, sorry.]

[Lin Li: Brother Ping, what are you apologizing to me for? This has nothing to do with you. I can only say that my luck is too bad, and I happened to run into it both times. The heavens are just playing with me. Oh, vast heavens, why are you so cruel to me?]

Song Luping didn't reply immediately. Perhaps he was sleeping.

By the time he replied, Lin Li had already finished dinner.

[Song Luping: Just woke up. You really scared me. I thought you were going to be locked up for fifteen days too. If that were the case, my conscience would really not be at ease. Is it convenient to take a call?]

[Song Luping has initiated a voice call.]

Lin Li answered it.

"Hello, Brother Ping."

"Hey, Bufan, hearing your voice has put my mind at ease. I was so worried and self-reproachful last night. You were all I could think about, including when I was... you know."

Lin Li: "?"

Don't think about me at a time like that!

"Thank you for your concern, bro..." Lin Li said with some fear.

"It's good that you're out. I'm not worried anymore."

"But, Bufan, I'm really a bit curious and strange. How did those cops find their way over? Did the informants we set up inside and on the road not work? Bufan, as someone who experienced it firsthand, do you have any clues?

Although everyone at Tianhong was arrested, I asked our informant. He said that until Tianhong was completely raided, he didn't notice anything unusual. This useless mole didn't even realize Tianhong had been raided until he saw his former subordinates being reunited with him one by one."

Song Luping really couldn't figure this out.

Lin Li didn't find it problematic that the informant could still contact the outside world—in order not to reveal that he had provided this information, the informant within the Demon Suppression Division had indeed not received any punishment or been talked to. His movements were restricted as before, so he could naturally still make normal contact.

"I really have no clue either. I have no idea how they did it," Lin Li said with his eyes open.

"The devil is one foot tall, the Dao is ten feet tall. Sigh, what's done is done. There's no point in considering this anymore. Bufan, are you okay?" Song Luping asked with some concern.

"I'm already home. What could be wrong with me?" Lin Li shrugged.

"No, no, I'm not talking about physical things, but your mentality towards the matter of lechery.

To be honest, your level of bad luck is something I've only seen in my life. You went twice and got caught twice, with less than a week in between. I've only been caught twice in my entire life, and you've already caught up to me at such a young age. You're truly a good seedling to become the King of Prostitution. You're outstanding in all aspects.

I'm afraid this will be a big blow to your dao heart."

Song Luping sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The definition of a good seedling was sometimes too broad.

Lin Li immediately said with a smile, "Don't worry, Brother Ping. A small setback won't defeat me.

As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. A person can't be unlucky forever. I haven't lost my heart for the dao because of this. On the contrary, I think that being caught these two times has actually provided me with very rich and valuable reference experience.

I will learn from it, correct my own mistakes, and make more complete preparations before the next action. What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger!

My dao heart has become even stronger because of this!"

His mission wasn't completed yet. How could he lose his heart for the dao?

"Good, very spirited. This is the spirit and attitude that the seedling I have my eyes on should have!" Song Luping excitedly slapped his thigh.

His judgment was good. He hadn't misjudged the person at all.

Bai Bufan was even better than he had imagined. The more he interacted with him, the more clearly he could feel this.

Getting to know and deciding to pass on his mantle to Bai Bufan was definitely the most correct decision he had ever made in his life. So Song Luping extended an invitation to Lin Li:

"Bufan, how about we go to Jiangnan Story for a bit of consumption later?"

A favorite phrase of Lin Li's:

"Huh?"

What good thing could come out of a shop name that came from Song Luping's mouth? This so-called Jiangnan Story was just another chicken farm.

And what shocked Lin Li was that Song Luping actually chose to go to a shop at a time like this?

"Bro, what did you say?"

As if he couldn't believe what he had just heard, Lin Li asked.

"Bro is going to Jiangnan Story for a little consumption after dinner. Do you want to come along? If you do, give me an address. Bro will come pick you up. With our brothers' hearts united, we can break gold," Song Luping then repeated.

Then he hesitated for a moment and added, "I'll reimburse you two hundred this time. Don't think it's too little. Bro can only squeeze this much out of his meal money. I've tried my best."

It was clear that Song Luping felt really guilty about him being caught. He was indeed a very responsible and reliable man.

But Lin Li still slowly typed out a question mark. He was genuinely puzzled.

"No, Brother Ping, Tianhong was just busted yesterday. You dare to go today? Aren't you afraid of being caught?"

"This is the difference in experience between you and me," Song Luping shook his head mysteriously. "It's precisely because it has been checked that it's a good time to go."

"First of all, if you've checked past records and have your own database, you'll find that major vice raids are all like thunder, solving multiple of our gentle hometowns in a short period of time, while smaller operations only have one.

After the operation, there will be an interval before the next operation. Why? Isn't it because the other shops will immediately tuck their tails between their legs and behave themselves after hearing the news?

They also know this. They will subconsciously feel that after the news spreads, there will be no more gains outside for a short period of time, and they will relax a certain degree of 'vigilance'.

But the length of this time is uncertain, and today is the second day after Tianhong was raided. It hasn't even been 24 hours.

Even if they are still vigilant, the cops are busy dealing with the trial of Tianhong's employees. Where do they have the time to deal with other chicken farms?

They are in a state of being under the lamp, in the dark! And we, as old customers trusted by the chicken farms, if we don't act now, when will we? This is actually the safest time. I have successfully verified this theory several times, and they all had happy endings. I also went last Saturday and last Sunday."

Song Luping was indeed Song Luping. No matter what he said, he could always come up with a seemingly reasonable explanation.

"Secondly, Bufan, these two consecutive weeks of vice raids have indeed plunged Xiling Town into a deep abyss. This may be the darkest September for the chicken farms.

They will no longer dare to receive new customers.

But it is precisely at this time that we, the ambitious and aspiring lechers, should stand up! To be appointed in the midst of a defeated army, to be entrusted in a time of crisis, this is what we should do!

A gambling father, a disabled mother, a brother in school, a broken her.

If you don't whore, and I don't whore, what will they do? This is a responsibility we should bear. If we are cowardly at this time, what's the difference between us and those wastes!?"

"So, Bufan, come on. I'll guarantee with my life's reputation and 'reputation' that the cops will definitely not act today. You come with me, it will definitely be very safe!"

"Come on, Bufan, come on!"

Although the two were on the phone, Lin Li seemed to see Song Luping, with a pure yellow divine halo above his head, extending a large hand towards him.

(End of Chapter)