Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 90 - 90 89 Old Nine Gates

90: Chapter 89 Old Nine Gates 90: Chapter 89 Old Nine Gates The young man chuckled, feeling his pocket, and pulled out four wallets, saying, “Hehe, us brothers are going out for drinks tonight.” After finishing, he fumbled around in his pocket again, but discovered there were no more wallets and was stunned on the spot.

The Bald Man patted the young man’s shoulder and said, “Not bad, among us thieves, you’re the most promising, kid.

It’s only been a few hours and you’ve already snagged so many wallets.

I’ll talk to the boss about giving you a raise this month.

You better remember to treat me to a drink then.”

“That’s not right, there are only four wallets here, I had five plus the one I just stole, making it six in total.

How can there possibly be only four now?” The young man touched his pocket and said blankly.

“Lao Liu, you must have remembered wrong.

There are clearly only four wallets here.

Don’t tell me the wallet you stole got stolen by someone else.

Hahaha.” The Bald Man thought Lao Liu was joking and dismissively said, “Lao Liu, stop kidding, your skills are almost as good as mine now, there’s no way someone stole from you.”

“No really, I truly stole six wallets, you have to believe me, Brother Tou.”

Brother Tou, seeing the almost tearful desperation in Lao Liu’s face, got serious and said, “Check again.

Perhaps the other two wallets are in another place.”

“No, I just searched my entire body, and didn’t find them; damn, could that big guy also be a thief?” Lao Liu exclaimed in shock.

Being a thief himself, it would be embarrassing to have another thief steal his wallets.

“You’re a damn waste, can’t even look after your own money.

What would happen if you were responsible for your own turf in the future?

Go out and search for that man properly,” Brother Tou said icily.

The trio walked out of the alley, and as soon as they emerged, saw Song Yun flanked by companions and looking mighty uncomfortable.

Lao Liu swallowed and pointed at Song Yun, saying, “Brother Tou, that’s the guy.

The last wallet I stole was from him, but in the end, I didn’t succeed.”

“Humph, I’ll teach you a lesson and show you my skills.

Stay here and don’t move; I’ll get revenge for you,” Brother Tou mumbled, swaggering around a few alleys to appear in front of Song Yun and then pretended to bump into him as though a mere passerby.

“Hehe, lucky with the ladies, huh?

Sorry for bumping into you,” Brother Tou said while patting down Song Yun’s clothes.

“Enough, I stopped falling for those tricks centuries ago.

Are you looking for these?” Song Yun held his hand out.

In his hand, he clutched several wallets, one his own, another from Lao Liu’s theft, and the rest were Brother Tou’s loot.

Brother Tou, deeply shocked, reached inside his coat; his pockets were empty.

According to their rules, after filching a wallet, they would quickly gather the money from it and discard the wallet itself.

Of course, if it was a particularly good wallet, like a Louis Vuitton or some other designer brand, they’d keep it to give as gifts.

These were the better quality wallets he had managed to pickpocket today, and he couldn’t bear to discard them, stuffing them into his pocket to take home.

Unexpectedly, upon encountering this kid, his thievery had failed, and the kid had pilfered the valuables he had labored over all day.

The hunter got captured by the game.

If word of this got out, he would become as much of a laughingstock in their circle as Lao Liu.

“Holy shit,” Brother Tou yelled in anger, about to throw a punch at Song Yun when suddenly, he thought of something and looked at him warily, bowing slightly and saying, “Are you from the theft ring in this area, brother?

If you’re a brother from my own gang, then I, Bald, admit defeat to avoid stirring up trouble within the Dragon King Temple.”

Actually, as he said this, Bald felt somewhat sheepish.

He usually ranked pretty highly among the thieves, but here he was, getting pickpocketed.

Consequently, this person was naturally an elder from a higher tier within their ring.

“Hehe, a ring of thieves, huh?

Old Nine Gates comprises the Upper Three Gates, Middle Three Gates, and Lower Three Sects.

I never imagined Old Nine Gates still existed nowadays,” Song Yun said with a smile.

“Who are you?

Why do you know so much about our Old Nine Gates, which among us are you?” Bald watched Song Yun warily.

Old Nine Gates had ancient origins, comprising military lords, actors, thieves, fortune tellers, among others, even inspiring a millennia-old poem:

“Upper Three Gates officials, military lords and actors turning tricks, just like smoke rising toward the moon.”

“Middle Three Gates say they’re thieves, Yama Wanderer, smiling Buddha, just like wine in a cup.”

“Lower Three Sects deal in trade, beauties, fortune tellers, Qi Tongtian, classy as a flirtatious breeze under flowers.”

His own ring of thieves belonged to the Middle Three Gates, which, after years passed and new eras arose, saw many elder thieves retire, leaving only a few pillars.

Nowadays, his ring no longer enjoyed its once glorious days.

“Don’t be nervous.

I’m not from your Old Nine Gates.

Hehe, tell me, how many gates still remain today?” Song Yun raised his eyebrows and said.

Thinking that today he just happened to encounter someone from Old Nine Gates, if he could tie them to his chariot, it would be like giving wings to a tiger.

“F*ck your mom,” Bald didn’t answer Song Yun’s question but cursed and turned to run.

But could he possibly outrun Song Yun?

The answer was no.

Only a few steps away, he was halted by Song Yun grabbing his clavicle.

In pain and trembling, Bald hadn’t expected he would hit such a snag today, not only gaining no advantages but also getting caught.

“Spill it, how many gates are left?

If you reveal it willingly, these wallets are all yours,” Song Yun said as he tossed the wallets at Bald’s feet.

Stubborn as always, Bald held his head high, saying, “Since you already know about our Old Nine Gates, you must also know our power is not something you can provoke.

If you let me go peacefully, I can pretend nothing happened.”

“Fuck your mother,” Song Yun kicked Bald hard in the stomach, sending him flying four or five meters away, then to avoid drawing attention, dragged him into an alley and fiercely said, “You better spill everything today, or you’re not getting out of here.”

Just then, Bald realized he hadn’t just poked a hard nut but also a hot potato.

If he revealed the secrets of Old Nine Gates, he would certainly face family punishment upon returning, but if he didn’t, he might get beaten half to death by this handsome young man.

To speak or not to speak, that was the question.

Just as Bald was preparing to come clean and beg this ‘grandpa’ to spare him, from the other end of the alley came a series of loud curses.