He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 23 Meeting with an "Acquaintance"

A thief broke into my house!

Without hesitation, Qin Chuan turned around and picked up the kitchen knife on the table after reaching this conclusion.

Upon handling the kitchen knife, Qin Chuan didn't feel any awkwardness; instead, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

His fingers naturally gripped the hilt, his thumb and forefinger held the back of the blade, his wrist slightly lowered, and the tip of the blade pointing forward.

Obviously, it's because of the entry requirements for the "chef" profession.

His culinary skills not only made him adept at handling ingredients, but also significantly improved his knife skills.

Get the knife,

Qin Chuan felt much safer.

He looked around.

The kitchen was small, with nowhere to hide.

That thief should be outside.

Qin Chuan wasn't afraid. That person had fallen so low as to steal food; he was just a petty thief, no better than that.

He left the kitchen and hurried towards his small room. He opened the door but saw no one.

There were no signs of the bedding being disturbed, so the thief obviously hadn't been inside.

Qin Chuan then rushed to the house where Aunt Liu lived and carefully searched it, but still did not see any people or traces.

Has the thief already run away?

Qin Chuan was a little puzzled, but then he saw the clutter piled up in the corner of the yard.

There were quite a few things there: broken planks, old baskets, several bundles of firewood...

Maybe that petty thief is hiding there.

Qin Chuan gripped the kitchen knife tightly, tiptoed, and slowly approached the pile of debris.

When we were still two or three steps away from the pile of junk, a figure suddenly darted out from among the junk at incredible speed.

Qin Chuan instinctively wanted to slash with his knife, but the figure came too fast and too quickly, getting close to him in an instant and grabbing his knife-wielding arm.

Qin Chuan tried to shout, but the person immediately covered his mouth, and then a voice rang out.

"Young man, don't shout. I'm not a bad person. I didn't steal anything from you. I was just too hungry and ate a little something. I can make it up to you."

Qin Chuan was still struggling, but after seeing the person in front of him, he froze for a moment.

He had seen this face before.

At the entrance of Changsheng Gambling House, while he was still squatting on the steps begging for money with a broken bowl in his hand...

This face once smiled and tossed him a piece of silver, saying, "I keep my word, sir. If you win money, I'll reward you handsomely."

At that time, the man was wearing a brand-new royal blue satin robe, with a black leather belt with silver trim around his waist. He walked with a swagger, exuding a spirited and high-spirited vigor.

Now, Qin Chuan looked at the figure in front of him with a pale face. He was wearing a long robe stained with blood, and the hem was torn in several places, revealing wounds on his legs.

Qin Chuan couldn't speak, but his other hand was empty.

He slowly raised his free hand, shook it, and then pointed to the palm of Liu Ding's hand covering his mouth, signaling him to let go.

Liu Ding hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed his hand and took a step back.

Qin Chuan rubbed his wrist, which was sore from being gripped so tightly, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you remember me?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ding was stunned for a moment.

Does the person opposite me know me?

He looked Qin Chuan closely, and finally seemed to remember something. His pupils contracted slightly, and his lips trembled twice: "You are... that little beggar? The one at the entrance of the gambling den?"

Qin Chuan nodded.

Liu Ding gave a bitter smile, then suddenly let out a long sigh: "If I had listened to you back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this today."

He paused, then muttered a repeated phrase, "When bad luck strikes... you knew it back then."

Qin Chuan shook his head and replied, "I don't have that ability. Besides, what's done is done, and there's no use in regretting it now. How did you become like this?"

Liu Ding took a breath and explained, "The Iron Hand Gang set me up, and I got so angry that I attacked them at the gambling den, breaking their leg. Now the Iron Hand Gang is saying I deliberately caused trouble at the gambling den and they're trying to arrest me..."

Qin Chuan listened without interrupting. He recalled the commotion at the entrance of the gambling den that night, the "kid who caused trouble at the gambling den last time" that Wu Laosi had mentioned when he led his men to search the alley, and the sight of Zhou Bapi lying in the clinic with his broken arms and legs.

It turns out that this person in front of me did it all.

Qin Chuan asked, "What do you plan to do?"

"Could you help me deliver this letter to the courier and send it to the Liu residence in Jingu Lane, Huizhou?" Liu Ding sighed, then took out a letter from his pocket. "The Iron Hand Gang is chasing me too closely, and I haven't had a chance to send it out yet. Of course, I won't let you deliver it for free."

As they spoke, Liu Ding took out about twenty taels of silver from his pocket and handed it over directly: "As long as you help me deliver it, these twenty taels are all yours."

A moment later, Qin Chuan's expression froze.

Just now, when Liu Ding handed over the silver, the passive skill "Perception of Luck" activated again.

This allowed Qin Chuan to see the person's fortune.

Above Liu Ding's head, a cloud of energy floated, white with gray patterns, and gray mist swirled around it, as fine as spider silk, but it did not seep into the depths.

Qin Chuan was somewhat surprised to see this. He had looked at so many people in the gambling house, but his passive skill "Qi Luck Perception" had not been triggered even once. Yet, it was triggered twice on this person.

This person is definitely not simple!

Qin Chuan stared at the cluster of energy for two breaths, and then he understood what was going on.

This person is indeed in a bad situation, but it's not serious enough to be fatal.

In other words, this person is not in mortal danger and should not be captured by the Iron Hand Gang.

At least not today, and not tomorrow either.

This letter should be able to be delivered, and he won't die.

Since that's the case, why not take advantage of these twenty taels?

Qin Chuan was desperately short of money, so he reached out and took the letter and the silver together: "I'll deliver the letter, and I'll accept the silver."

Liu Ding was stunned for a moment, his lips moved a few times, probably not expecting Qin Chuan to agree so readily.

He opened his mouth, as if to ask why, or perhaps to say thank you.

In the end, he didn't say anything, but just let out a long breath, as if something had been put to rest in his heart.

After receiving the letter,

Qin Chuan didn't delay any longer. He turned around, put the knife back in the kitchen, and then walked outside.

As he passed Liu Ding, he said, as if talking to himself, "I didn't hear anything, and I didn't see anything."

Upon hearing this,

Liu Ding understood Qin Chuan's meaning, glanced at him gratefully a few times, then went to the kitchen and began to wolf down his food.

Qin Chuan left the courtyard, closed the door behind him, and then headed to the post station.

The post station is not far from Sanjing Lane.

Qin Chuan arrived in a few quarters of an hour.

The South City Post Station is a two-story wooden building with an old plaque hanging at the entrance bearing the two large characters "Post Station".

An old man wearing a gray cloth jacket was standing at the door.

Qin Chuan stepped forward, took out the letter from his pocket, and handed it to him with both hands: "Uncle, mail this letter."

The old man squinted, took the envelope, and asked, "Where should I send it?"

"Send it to the Liu residence in Jingu Lane, Huizhou," Qin Chuan replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "Urgent!"