For the sake of her mental support, despite being the type to never draw attention to herself, Gan Qing couldn't help cutting in. "Don't do that, you guys still have to open for business."

She frequently went to buy jianbing. The leader of the Shandong Jianbing group took one look and recognised her as a regular. Immediately, his confidence increased and his voice rang out crisp and clear. "A person has got to sell the good stuff, only then can they open their stall without shame. Miss, am I right? What I make is food, what he makes is shit. People like you who eat breakfast naturally know whose stall to go to."

The leader of the Jianbing Guozi group also recognised Gan Qing. He scoffed. "The person making shit knows very well who they are. The customers, too, know who they are."

"Um…" Gan Qing felt very awkward. In actual fact, she went to the north side on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and to the south side on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. On Sundays, she sometimes ate dumplings for a change of flavour. She ate both the crispy and the soft versions without rejecting either, and she really didn't know whose side she should stand on. She could only nervously try to smooth things over. "Both are good. Two different flavours."

"Who's two different flavours with him?"

"Theirs are totally not even jianbing!"

The fence-sitter Gan Qing's inappropriate dissuasion had the opposite effect of escalating the conflict. The leaders of the two jianbing groups went from a verbal spar to a physical one.

The state of the martial arts world deteriorated day by day. Especially ever since the usage of social media became widespread, the younger generation followed the trends blindly and there was now something about if a fight was not taken to No. 110, then the fight had no class.

Yu Lanchuan had moved in for barely a week. Despite his current circumstances where he left early and came back late every day, this was already the second dispute that had been brought to his doorstep. The last time was at five in the morning—the old master from the laundry shop at the entrance and the old master who repaired leather goods came together to knock on his door. They stated that the two of them wanted to have a deathmatch and even wanted to sign some sort of "life and death declaration."

He finally understood why, in his twilight years, Granduncle had traveled all over without a fixed home like the floating duckweed.

The two large jianbing groups gathered in a circle, heckling and jabbing. Maybe they had come here in a haste, they hadn't taken off their sleeve covers. The two pairs of sleeve covers that were fighting danced up and down, and the chopped green onion and smell of the sauces also wafted through the air, ruthlessly inciting the alliance leader whose stomach only had coffee.

Because his blood sugar level was low, Yu Lanchuan's anger rose from inside him. He tore off his glasses and pushed them into the hands of the person beside him along with his laptop.

At that moment, Shandong Jianbing-xiong's elbow collided fiercely against the other person while Jiangbing Guozi-xiong's leg swept low across the floor. Yu Lanchuan directly barged in between the two. He raised one hand and jabbed Shandong Jianbing's ulnar nerve while his other hand pushed Jianbing Guozi's shoulder down, then he tripped the foot that was planted on the floor for support. Shandong Jianbing howled and leaped away, holding his numbed elbow. Jianbing Guozi fell backwards onto the floor, feet facing the sky, dazed and senseless.

Only then did Yu Lanchuan take half a step back and buttoned up his cuffs again. His eyes swept coldly over the two large jianbing groups that had quieted down.

If the old man Yu Huaide was still here, they wouldn't dare bring this sort of bullshit and petty annoyances up here.

It was just that they had recently heard that a Little Master Yu had come to stay at the tenth floor. Since he was "little," then he was naturally a lot easier to bully. Rumour also had it that he was someone who had studied abroad. The moment everyone heard that, they suspected that he was a blockhead who had learned boxing from the foreigners for a few years and had come back to put on a show. Hence, the evildoers from various groups popped up one after another to stir up trouble and pick fights.

The conflict between the two jianbing groups being a matter with a long history was one thing; the other thing was that they were also causing trouble to test whether this Little Master Yu was soft or hard.

They never thought that this Little Master Yu, descendant of Han Jiang Xue, really had some skills. They had just come face-to-face and the two bosses were lying on the floor already.

The bosses had lost face, so their juniors who had been heckling each other just now also laid down their war flags and stilled the drums one by one. Together, they looked at Yu Lanchuan guiltily and nervously, waiting for him to unleash his moves.

"The corridor is. A. Public. Area." Yu Lanchuan paused between each word. "All of you rich sirs who earn more than 10,000 a month, may I request that you be a little more civilised?"

Shandong Jianbing's boss hadn't revived. He rubbed his elbow and took a step forward, trying to ameliorate the situation. "Little Master Yu-"

"There is a dispute, correct?" Yu Lanchuan didn't give him a chance to talk. He took out his phone. "Wait a minute, I will settle it for all of you."

The two large jianbing groups stretched out their necks, curious about the new alliance leader's methods.

What they saw was Yu Lanchuan tapping on his phone for a while, then saying into the phone. "Hello, yes, this is a complaint from a member of the public. I would like to make a complaint about the breakfast street vendors here. These people are extremely immoral; they throw rubbish everywhere and even come to the residential area to fight over territory-"

The "extremely immoral" jianbing heroes nearly kneeled down before him. Pale with fright, they rushed over to pull Yu Lanchuan's mouth away from his phone in a fluster, begging him to restrain his prowess.

Shandong Jianbing's boss said, "L-L-Little Master Yu, l-l-let's talk nicely!"

Jianbing Guozi's boss said, "That's not necessary, not necessary!"

"Let's talk nicely?" Yu Lanchuan extended one finger and pointed at the Shandong Jianbing group, then turned to ask the Jianbing Guozi group. "Not necessary?"

The jianbing heroes were scared of him. Their faces twisted into bitter frowns but at the same time, they smiled along with him.

"Anyone injured from the fight? If injured, then go to the hospital and get it checked. After checking, I will help you make a police report. Whoever should pay compensation will pay compensation," Yu Lanchuan said.

"No, no, no one's injured. We're just learning from each other, it's just daily practice. It's not a big deal."

Yu Lanchuan said, "In that case, that's good. As for the territory, weren't there rules in the past? If there are rules, then follow the rules. Don't bring up other things to me. If it worked in the past, it will work in the future. Even if it doesn't, it will have to."

The jianbing heroes looked at one another in dismay.

Yu Lanchuan said with a cold smile, "What was the number for the Ministry of Commerce again?"

This was the first time the jianbing heroes had met this kind of mad complainant. They didn't dare say that it wouldn't work. In the end, right in front of Yu Lanchuan, they held their noses and hugged each other for a while, feeling like their purity was being sullied. Then, all together, they walked away dejectedly.

Gan Qian bounced up on tiny steps like a little follower. She returned the laptop and the glasses to Yu Lanchuan. "Little Master Yu is so mighty."

She had been holding one of the arms of the glasses. The frame was made of metal. One of the arms was cold while the other side had a bit of warmth from her body. The large difference in temperature flowed from one side of his temples to the other.

Yu Lanchuan glanced at her and was struck again by the sense of déjà vu her features gave him. He tightened his face and nodded at her, and made some small talk. "Back so late from work?"

"It's not late." Faced with the benefactor who had saved her breakfast, Gan Qing was full of friendly words. "I was just in time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the chance to help you carry your things."

Smooth talker.

Yu Lanchuan didn't know why but he recalled her face when she was flattering Zhang Meizhen and became unhappy again for no reason. Cold as frost, he walked away.

He had just entered the house when his younger brother who did not know how to read other people's moods ran over with a worshipful face, helping him take his slippers. With a few grunts, he made some moves with his arms and legs. "Ge, I saw just now through the peephole. Have you also trained before? When did you train? I've never heard you talk about it. Can you teach me? A while back, I even went to Star Dreams to look for that jiejie but after spending a long time wearing her down, she only gave me a personal alarm and taught me how to groin kick. I feel that it's a bit vulgar…"

The veins at Yu Lanchuan's temples began to pulse. He stretched his hand out and pointed to Liu Zhongqi's room. "Go do your homework!"

Liu Zhongqi seemed to have accidentally eaten catnip. He "flew" back to his room, leaping and skipping, and even jumped up to touch the top of the door frame.

Right then, Yu Lanchuan's work colleagues called him in a panic, saying that there was a change in the policy in some investment program that they were about to sign the agreement for. The big boss was suddenly having regrets and had summoned the risk department for an online discussion. Yu Lanchuan only had the time to heat up a sandwich in the microwave before he started to be bombarded by calls from various departments.

Right when he was busy and frazzled, suddenly, there were a couple of knocks on the balcony window. Startled, Yu Lanchuan accidentally pulled the entire piece of bacon out and it dangled like a long tongue as he turned his head. He saw a "Spiderman" sprawled on the outside of his tenth floor enclosed balcony, wearing a skintight outfit and holding metal claws and suction pads in his hands.

"Spiderman" fumbled at his chest and fished out a crumpled piece of paper which he slapped onto the window. On it was written, in crooked writing: I am the descendant of Tang Qian Yan. I wish to challenge you. During the Martial Arts General Assembly, let us fight it out.

Yu Lanchuan, "..."

At the very least, at this moment, he missed his cold rented apartment and the heartless landlord terribly.

That was right, speaking of this pestilential Martial Arts General Assembly, Old Master Yang had already come to rush him a few times, saying that the location and the notices were already prepared and were ready for his review at any time.

The Martial Arts General Assembly was held once every three years. In the past, Granduncle was the one in charge.

Old Master Yang had said, "We are all old now and can't keep up with the times. It's also time for the younger generation to make their name. Everyone also wants to meet Little Master Yu. Xiao-Chuan ah, why don't you take charge this time?"

Yu Lanchuan had said, "Grandpa Yang, I really have no more leave days for the year. Can we change the timing of the assembly? How about during the long Spring Festival holiday?"

"That won't do," Old Master Yang had said. "They can't afford the train tickets during the Spring Festival rush!"

Alliance Leader Yu could say nothing to that. Angry, he procrastinated on it in passive resentment and even started searching online for a new place to stay. He would rather pay rent than be the alliance leader.

Right at that moment, a faint crashing sound of glass shattering suddenly came from downstairs. Right on its heels was the sound of a woman's anguished screaming. The "Spiderman" sprawled outside his window disappeared in a flash.

Admittedly, an old building had poor soundproofing but it was currently late in the night. Every apartment closed their windows at night but this sound could actually slip in between the cracks of the windows to pierce their ears, making them shiver. It sounded like the blood-curdling scream of someone near death.

Not only Yu Lanchuan, a few other nearby apartments also opened their windows at the same time, the residents poking their heads out to look for the source of the noise.

Gan Qing had just finished washing her hair and was taking in the clothes drying at the balcony. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow heading towards next door. Who knew what kind of cow demons and snake spirits it was again; she shook her head, and spared some thoughts of sympathy for the next door's Little Master Yu. She was just preparing to blow dry her hair when the blood curdling scream startled her too.

This blood curdling scream seemed to make her recall something. Gan Qing frowned. She went near the window and pushed it open a sliver.

The sound from outside became clearer. Gan Qing heard the neighbours calling out to each other noisily. "Was it the eighth or the ninth floor?"

"Eighth floor, I think it's 804. The window is broken."

"Luckily it's nighttime, so there's no one down below. What happened?"

"Did a burglar get in? I thought I saw a shadow flash pass just now."

"Surely that's not possible… it's the eighth floor."

Right then, someone from 804 finally said something. It was a very feeble female voice, slipping out shakily from the broken window. "There… There was a thief."

"What? Even the eighth floor can be entered!"

"It's not even the end of the year yet. This is too terrible!"

"I stay at 805," a rather plump middle-aged man said. "I'll go have a look."　

The neighbours hastily called out to him. "Hold on, what if the thief hasn't run away? Call the police first, wait for everyone and go together."

Most of the people staying at No. 110 Courtyard were ordinary people who had moved in later. Everyone was starting to be nervous.

Yu Lanchuan took in the paper on his window. His eyes swept around the surroundings. He instructed Liu Zhongqi to keep the windows shut, then put on a coat and went out.