Trafford’s Trading Club

A group of people were gathered in an old-fashioned tea house.

Men and women of different ages were sitting on cattail hassocks, each emitting an aura of godliness, focusing intently on every sentence coming out with the old man ahead of them.

“I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.”

“Resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple.”

“Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers.”

“Whoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies.”

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The old man kept speaking admonitory words while his audience listened as if mesmerized. there were even some who took down his classic quotes.

[The words he is spouting are nothing more than a copy from some religion where a man was crucified on the cross. He even stole it without any modifications. These guys unexpectedly believe he is the oracle of some kind of god.]

What a bunch of idiots.

Ren Ziling was speechless.

She was sitting at the back of the group and was adjusting the angle of the micro camera hidden in her collar, trying to capture the old man on video. He was known as ‘The Psychic Teacher’.

This was a rare opportunity to spy on this organization, so she seized the chance and was eager to expose this organization named ‘Psychic Truth’.

“I come from nothingness, and go towards nihility, life is untruthful.”

The ‘Psychic Teacher’ opened his eyes suddenly and waved his hand slightly. “Mortal beings are always in pain, why not take off your clothes?”

Why not take off your clothes???

Once those words were said, everybody’s expression turned serious. They stood up, taking their clothes off piece by piece, until, at last, they were totally naked.

“Why don’t you wash away each other’s sins?”

All of the people then embraced one another…

Ren Ziling felt something was amiss at first, but now she was really frightened. She could not stay here any longer, thus intended to slip away before the rest took notice of her.

Anyhow, the photos she had snapped were shocking and were enough to have this illegal organization be banned.

However, when she opened the door stealthily and wanted to sneak out, two strong men approached her head on. One sneered, “Do you want to leave now? The Psychic Teacher hasn’t finished the preaching yet.”

Ren Ziling took a step back. With a smile, she said, “I’m only an ordinary person, and can’t understand these great truths. So I decided to give up being a free spirit. If you two big brothers prefer it, then go ahead…you’ll definitely enjoy the program inside.”

“Then let’s enjoy it together.” The other big strong man smiled insidiously. “We’ve long known you’re a spy!”

Ren Ziling gave a start, then rushed to the other side of the corridor without a second thought. However, another two appeared from the other direction.

At present, 4 strong men surrounded her. Ren Ziling breathed in deeply, and shouted, “You’d better behave yourselves. Did you think I came here unprepared? I tell you, I’ve called the poli…F*ck!!”

However, the 4 men ignored her words, pouncing on her quickly.

Ren Ziling nimbly dodged their attack. She even managed to kick a man twice. “Tut, I’m not weak!”

But she didn’t want to have a dogfight with the 4. Holding the handrail, she flipped over it, jumping down to reach hall on the second floor.

This tea house was the organization’s stronghold, which did not run any business. Therefore, nobody will notice what happened in it.

Ren Ziling jumped off and hit the ground lightly. Without thinking, she rushed out through the door immediately.

Unexpectedly she felt strength leaving her legs after merely running several steps and fell down to the ground. When she raised her head, she found that the psychic teacher had walked out of the room in merely a pair of pants. His upper body was naked, exposing well-defined muscles that an old man should not have.

The psychic teacher appeared outraged. He formed a weird hand seal in front of his chest, shouting at the men with disapproval, “You trash, can’t even catch a woman! Take her back!”

What was this situation? Ren Ziling was shocked. She couldn’t feel her legs and could only look in horror at the 4 strong men dashing down the stairs.

She pushed against the ground with her two hands, attempting to climb up. However, even her hands were feeling numb as well. Finally, her entire body just flopped to the ground, unable to move.

“Hahaha! Master, this woman is much more beautiful than those stupid believers!”

One strong man approached Ren Ziling with an immoral expression on his face. His hand extended and grouped Ren Ziling’s breasts.

Damn it…I really should have called the police before I came…

Ren Ziling stared at this man helplessly, thinking of the terrible treatment she was going to receive. Nonetheless, she had a strong character and was still trying to figure out ways to free herself.

In this crucial time, she needed to maintain her calm.

“Take away your dirty hands!” Ren Ziling glared at that man.

The strong man was startled and stopped his hands for a moment. Then a wave of shame which turned into anger engulfed him after he realized he had been scared by a woman who was not able to resist. He grinned hideously, “I’ll make you cry right now!”

Seems like he didn’t have any intent to stop.

When he realized he could play with her plump breasts, the big man’s eyes flashed with excitement.

However, at this moment, the man felt a sharp pain on his arm… as if he was struck heavily by something!

The man felt as if his arm had been broken!

The weapon was a long stick… no, it should be a black cane.

The strong man cried, retreating two steps back. He then discovered someone had shown up beside Ren Ziling, as if appearing from thin air.

He was a weird guy dressed in a black suit, wearing a clown mask and a tall hat.

“Who are you?”

Different voices threw out the same at the same time. Whether it was the strong guy, Ren Ziling or the frowning psychic teacher.

“Call me…Eh-hum, call me Clown.”

[It was too simple to call a guy who wore a clown mask ‘clown’, right?]

This was, of course, Ren Ziling’s thought… As for the psychic teacher, he gave a cold snort. “Hum, I don’t care if you’re a clown or something… Catch this idiot with a hero complex now!”

The 3 remaining strong men rushed at the clown.

However unexpectedly, whenever this clown swung his black cane casually, it was an accurate and extremely powerful strike. As soon as the cane touched their bodies, they were swept away.

They were flung a few meters away!

In a few seconds, several strong men were laying on the ground, whimpering in pain.

At that time, the clown looked towards the psychic teacher on the second floor.

Seeing this, the psychic teacher’s look changed a little. He started sweating a little. Both hands were rapidly formed seals in front of his chest.

Yet the result was out of his expectations. The clown swept his cane across a tea table and hit a white teacup. The teacup flew out like a wild horse that had just been set free, accurately hitting the teacher’s wrist.

The teacup was cracked, and the psychic teacher screeched with his broken wrist.

Luo Qiu laughed with satisfaction under his mask.

Although it was only the ability to move objects with his mind.

But he felt like a ‘Martial Artist’. This was a rather cool scene…