Transmigration: of Mysteries and Songs

Chapter 155: Face-Off

Interrupted by the surprising commotion, Feng Luodi quickly withdrew her hand from Situ's clutches as he was momentarily distracted. Hiding her hands in her sleeves again, Feng Luodi turned to look in the direction of the commotion. In the empty space four tables away from where they sat, a young girl that had been singing for the restaurant had her hands held in the grip of a young man dressed lavishly.

"Miss, I'll guarantee you a life of riches as long as you return with me to my residence. You'll never have to spend your days singing in places like this again." His words further cemented his image of a playboy.

Feng Luodi frowned. Is this the dramatic scene where a damsel is bullied by a rich playboy?

Snippets of conversation from the surrounding patrons floated into her ear. As expected, the bully was the son of a rich man in the province. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and acted as he wished, often at the expense of others. However, his family was rich and had connections with the local authorities, lending him protection from the laws of the province.

As the crowd watched, the bully's words gradually became more uncouth and derisive. The girl's cries were filled with desperation, but nobody, not even the owner of the restaurant, stepped forward to help her. All her friends stood aside with the crowd, afraid of the bully and his henchmen who stood around him, glaring at the crowd. Feng Luodi's frown deepened, and just as she was about to step forward to intervene, she remembered Situ's words about her being a troublemaker. An idea came to mind and she decided to get Situ to take care of the matter. She cast a look at Situ and saw cold rage written plainly on his face, his eyes burning with the desire to toss the bully out of the window.

Feng Luodi cocked her head. Situ is indeed a man with a cold facade but a warm heart.

However, a scream came from the bully before Situ could act, echoing within the refines of the restaurant. Feng Luodi spun around to see the bully clutching the side of his face, a trail of blood running from the corner of his lip. The bully choked on something and opened his mouth to spit out a bloodied tooth.

Someone did it before we could! The thought flashed through Feng Luodi's mind as she scanned the crowd. Who could have done it? Her eyes settled on a young man dressed in a shirt the blue of a lake, his hair tied up high but without any adornments. The man had a baby face, completed with thick brows and doe-like eyes. He looked young and lively, but the trace of mockery in his smile betrayed his age, adding hints of maturity to him. He fondled with a teacup in his right hand, while a knife was held in his left. For some reason, the knife captured the attention of Feng Luodi immediately.

The knife was smooth and shiny, almost iridescent in its beauty. It was shaped in the curve of a crescent moon, and its edge could almost be felt from despite the distance between them.

"The knife is beautiful!" Feng Luodi exclaimed.

Situ snorted. "That's the Crescent Blade."

Feng Luodi turned towards him, surprised. "You recognise it?"

A cold smile lifted the lips on his face. "It's the beloved blade of Lu Buping of the Demonic Sect."

"That man is Lu Buping?" Feng Luodi was surprised once again, quickly turning to get another good look at the man with smiling eyes. This is the rumoured murderer of the fifteen county magistrates, Lu Buping? He looks so harmless! It was not long before Feng Luodi quickly retracted her opinion of Lu Buping.

Enraged, the bully quickly ordered his attendants to give Lu Buping a beating. The man did not even unsheathe his knife; all he did was to swing the blade, still sheathed, in the direction of the attendants and a gust of wind knocked the attendants onto the floor. His movements were quick and decisive, with a certain fluidity to them; Feng Luodi was entranced.