Why do I have so many masters?

An Zai Fang, Blind Old Wu.

Ministry of Punishment dispatch.

Wuxin.

Several terms swiftly flashed through Wang Anfeng's mind, and coming to his senses, he said to wait a moment. Then he got up and paced to the door, opening it to find a young man standing there respectfully. However, it wasn't the steward he had expected.

Wang Anfeng's gaze swept over, and he smiled gently, stepping aside to let the youth into the guest room. He had some impression of this youth; it was the same person who had served him tea the second time he had visited Blind Old Wu, so he must indeed be one of Old Wu's people.

The youth walked in cautiously. Wang Anfeng closed the door and turned around, scrutinizing him.

In his memory, this young man had seemed quite scared by "Yan Ling" that day, trembling as he walked. Now, however, he appeared more composed. He was dressed tidily in a dark blue outfit, covering up his previously exposed tattoos.

Additionally, with his lowered eyes and docile demeanor, there was not a hint of menace about him, making him appear just like any neighborhood youth, rather than a 'mouse' habitually dealing in brawls and extortion in the underworld of Liangzhou City.

Of course, he could also be a mouse that has seen a cat.

Wang Anfeng smirked internally, inviting the youth to sit, then took the initiative to pour him a cup of tea. He likewise picked up a cup, sitting on the bed with a calm expression.

The youth seemed somewhat flattered, refusing several times before picking up the teacup, then looked at Wang Anfeng seated on the bed and sipped his tea nervously. As the tea soothed him, he started to feel a bit strange, and couldn't help but secretly glance at Wang Anfeng——

Unexpectedly, the man who had entered the gambling house with murderous intent, causing a tumultuous panic, was indeed this... this normal person.

Yes, normal.

He rummaged through his sparse mind to find this apt description.

He had thought him yet another ruthless character who drew his blade to kill at the slightest provocation.

Wang Anfeng looked up at the young man, who was startled and quickly withdrew his gaze, feeling anxious until he heard Wang's gentle voice say:

"The details have already been explained to me by Yan Ling, so, was there any progress that Mr. Wu wanted to report by sending you here?"

The youth was initially stunned, then surprised, having not expected that Yan Ling had already told the informant everything. Clearly, this matter was of utmost importance to the informant, causing his heart to tremor. Not daring to be negligent, he quickly nodded and said:

"Yes, yes, that's correct."

"Master Wang, the day after Master Yan Ling left, Old Wu dispatched us brothers to search high and low, and after several days, we finally found what we were looking for!"

"Old Wu felt this matter should be handed over to Yan Ling as soon as possible, so he hurriedly sent me here to deliver it to you."

As he said this, he reached into his pocket to retrieve something. Perhaps due to nervousness, he fumbled several times without success, each attempt increasing his anxiety and causing him to sweat. Finally, with a decisive effort, he managed to pull it out, letting out a long sigh of relief.

He then stood up, took two steps forward, and presented the letter with both hands, offering a flattering smile as he said:

"Please, take a look, sir..."

It was a letter, slightly crumpled from being carried, inscribed with the words "For the eyes of Yan Ling only," sealed with red wax, and bearing a small mark. This way, any unauthorized reading would be immediately evident.

Wang Anfeng glanced at it but did not accept it, simply smiling and said:

"This is for Yan Ling. I don't think it's suitable for me to read it, is it?"

The youth was slightly taken aback, his face flushing, realizing he had made a mistake since he couldn't read the handwriting. He repeatedly apologized:

"My apologies, my apologies. I was truly..."

"You're magnanimous, sir, so magnanimous."

Wang Anfeng couldn't help a slight twitch of his mouth, raising his hand to rub his brow. He was unaccustomed to the young man's frequent references to "sir" and "elders" in gang jargon, and he found it both amusing and exasperating that the youth seemed to view him as some kind of primordial beast poised to devour people.

He raised his hand gently, circulating his inner strength in the Shaolin manner to ease the tension, and spoke kindly:

"There's no need for that. Just place the letter on the table; you don't need to hand it to me..."

The 'mouse' youth seemed greatly relieved, his fear appeased by the Shaolin Qi, quickly placing the letter on the table and standing nearby with his hands at his sides, now refusing to sit.

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly, although he didn't realize that the 'Yan Ling' persona he had twice played had, through tales among the 'mice' and gamblers, gained a terrifying reputation.

The gambling addiction, usually so intense that even losing a hand wouldn't stop them, was now entirely eradicated by merely the mention of "Yan Ling."

Wang Anfeng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and noticed the 'mouse' who had fulfilled Blind Old Wu's mandate was still standing there, motionless, despite his meek and obedient demeanor. He was somewhat puzzled.

Then, recalling something from his memory, he understood and smiled, saying:

"Yes, as previously mentioned, the initial one hundred taels are only a deposit."

"There will be another hundred taels as a final payment, which we will personally deliver to Mr. Wu after verifying the authenticity of the information in a few days."

He then silently added in his heart:

Once I report to Wuxin and obtain the ministry's compensation...

The youth hurried to assure him it wasn't an issue, but after speaking, he still did not move. Curious, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at him.

He saw the 'mouse' youth rubbing his hands, hesitating, and seeming to think the doctor before him was kind-hearted, not at all like the knife-wielding Yan Ling. Finally, he raised his head and spoke, hesitantly:

"D-Doctor..."

"Are you the doctor?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, then found it both funny and exasperating, saying, "Absolutely genuine. Although I can't claim to be a renowned doctor, I do know a bit about medicine. Is there some discomfort you are experiencing?"

"I have some free time today, let me take a look at you."

The young man waved his hands repeatedly, chuckling awkwardly, "N-no, there's nothing wrong."

"I just wanted to buy some prescriptions or whatever from you, Doctor."

Wang Anfeng asked curiously, "Prescriptions?"

"What kind of prescriptions?"

The young man lowered his head, muttering for a while, then finally mumbled bashfully, "The kind of prescription, you know, for vigor, that, doing it several times a night kind, Doctor, you know."

Wang Anfeng asked, "What??"

The young man seemed to give up, looking at him, saying:

"Well, for potency, or something like that. I've heard you can provide free medical consultations at the Reviving Spring Hall. That place is quite something. Do you have such prescriptions?"

"If there's something that works for women, that would be even better..."

"Of course, it would just be for me personally."

Wang Anfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, finally realizing what the young man was after. He thought earlier that it wasn't easy for the person to come here, and if he had something like a hidden ailment, he could help diagnose a bit. He never imagined it would be such a demand.

Looking for this kind of thing in a brothel with a pimp, and coming to find a doctor?!

As a disciple of Medicine King Valley, have I fallen to competing with brothel pimps for a living?

Moreover, if only the first part could be let go, but planning to give something to women?

Wang Anfeng already had less than favorable feelings towards this 'rat' group, and he naturally didn't believe his 'personal use' claim. Besides, with his Shaolin Temple cultivation reaching such a realm, though not saying he was like in the Buddhist Scriptures possessing 'Telepathy,' he could still discern whether ordinary people were lying or telling the truth. At this moment, his gaze turned slightly cold.

Opposite, the young 'rat' was rubbing his hands, thinking his excuse was flawless, but suddenly felt a chill creeping over him. He shivered instinctively, looked up, and saw that the previously nice doctor now had a chilling gaze, fiercely violent and more terrifying than the 'Yan Ling of the Ministry of Punishment.'

The whole room seemed to dim, and he couldn't help but shiver again. A series of terrifying thoughts surfaced uncontrollably in his mind.

Some ghost doctor making dumplings with ground human flesh.

A wicked doctor using murder victims' hearts and livers as medicine.

Various terrifying scenarios, ever more real in his mind, then he saw the doctor standing up with a smile at the corner of his mouth, lips red like blood, teeth white like bones, and long hair like a field of wild, thin grass spreading madly, with a pair of cold eyes.

Then he took out a knife, with a layer of red embroidery on it, but upon close inspection, it was clearly layers of fresh blood, dried before being covered by new layers, with no idea how many layers, emitting a pungent stench.

The young 'rat' trembled, suddenly screamed, dashed out the door, yelling and stumbling all the way, suddenly heard a loud bang and directly rolled down the stairs.

The candlelight flickered in the guest room, and Wang Anfeng still sat in his original position, not moving an inch, appearing calm, with no sign of any serrated short knife covered in rusty blood.

Bending a finger, lightly tapping the table, Wang Anfeng chuckled softly, lifted his right hand, and on his finger was a wisp of pale purple powder, flicked his finger, and the last wisp scattered away.

It was a hallucinogenic drug of Middle Third Rank from Medicine King Valley. Using powerful mental suppression, it implanted a mental suggestion in that crooked-thinking 'rat,' ensuring that in the future full of deviant thoughts, he would inevitably revisit that hellish scene.

Watching the wisp of pale purple medicinal smoke dissipate, Wang Anfeng muttered to himself:

"You wanted a prescription, so here's a prescription for you. Well, is this considered an act of justice?"

"It should be, Master uses logic in boxing to deliver salvation, so I guess I use pharmacology to castrate... cough cough, speak no evil, speak no evil."

Then he looked at a letter on the table, narrowed his eyes, reached out to take it, and saw a line of writing on it, 'Opened by Yan Ling of the Ministry of Punishment only,' his lips curled slightly, passed it from his left hand to his right, turned his body, and said warmly:

"Here, Yan Ling of the Ministry of Punishment, this is information forwarded by Blind Old Wu."

Then the right hand received it, turning his body, changed to a stern voice said:

"Thank you, Doctor, I have received it."

"The Ministry of Punishment will naturally send a subsidy in the future."

He turned his body again, warmly said:

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Wang Anfeng's lips curved slightly, thus as 'Doctor Wang' transferring to 'Yan Ling of the Ministry of Punishment,' played with himself for a while, couldn't help but burst into laughter, finally tore open the seal on the letter, raised his eyes to look, curious at heart.

What kind of information did Blind Old Wu bring?

In the current situation, would it help or cause disturbance...?

PS: The second update of the day dedicated...three thousand two hundred words