Chapter 89 - CHAPTER 89:Bloodletting

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Weiwei looked toward the direction the servant pointed; inside, the place was truly lively.

"Be honest—if you dare to snitch, forget it. Pretend I never told you anything..." Sensing the malice hidden in the servant's heart, Weiwei grabbed his chin with one hand and held the back of his head with the other. With a sharp click, she broke his neck effortlessly.

The division was a burly man, his face thick with flesh and fierce in appearance. When Weiwei kicked open the door and stepped inside, he was already drunk.

"Little beauty! You're so beautiful, uncle's going to... ah—! Ah!"

Before the man's big, hairy hand could reach her, Weiwei calmly drew her second-generation ghost blade and sliced off his left hand without a blink.

The man screamed in pain, while the geishas playing music and dancing nearby froze in shock.

As one musician tried to flee, Weiwei raised a hand and made a slicing motion in the air.

The blade slashed half a meter in front of the fleeing foot.

"Don't run! What are you running from? I'm not here to kill. All of you, come back!"

The musician reluctantly sat down again.

Weiwei picked up a plate of grapes from a nearby table and ate with refined grace.

She relaxed as if at home. "Don't just stand there. Play music. Dance!"

A new tune began, but the geishas' limbs were stiff and shaking like they had Parkinson's, unsure of what performance the "female robber" wanted.

Weiwei didn't make things difficult. She casually picked at some untouched food, then stepped on the division's back.

"What do you think I'm doing? That's right, robbing you! Hand over all your gold and silver treasures."

The division was sweating heavily now. He'd sobered up from the wine and realized the ruthlessness in Weiwei's character. Sweat soaked the inside of his large kimono. Gritting his teeth, he tried to fight back, but Weiwei's strength was overwhelming. She pressed her sole against his spine, making it crunch, yet no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move even a fraction.

Lying on the ground, his head tilted to see Weiwei's face, he studied her carefully. At first glance, he didn't recognize her; on second glance, he wondered: was she really from Wano? Why was she dressed so oddly?

"The Robber Queen, stepping on me like this—I can't get you the money. Why don't you let me go first?" He ignored the pain from his severed hand and forced a crooked smile.

"No. Tell your servants, housekeepers, guards—everyone—to pile all your money in the yard. When I get it, I'll let you go."

There was no other way to split the loot. He barked orders like slaughtering pigs, commanding his servants to gather gold, silver, and jewels from his study, bedroom, and secret chambers.

Weiwei watched closely. There were five servants on average, but if two returned, it was a success. The other three would run off with the treasure. Their master? They didn't know him.

"Haha—this is hilarious! You have low status, and all your followers are scoundrels. You're a failure. Keep calling! Bring me all your gold and silver jewelry!"

Weiwei didn't care about the servants who fled. There were few good people in the Flower Capital—rich but powerless to protect themselves. They all met miserable ends.

She focused on the treasure piling up in the yard.

"All here? That's all you've got?"

"Not enough! Your big talk doesn't match the size of your fortune."

"Keep going! I said this isn't enough for your life. Open another secret room. Don't tell me you don't have one."

Soon, more gold and jewels piled up in the yard.

Weiwei gestured to the still-playing geishas: "Come help me pack."

There were so many treasures that they had to sew together curtains and bed sheets to make bags big enough. In the end, the whole package was five meters high, three meters wide and long—like a small hill.

"Thank you for your hard work. Take as much of the remaining treasure on the ground as you can."

Hearing this, several geishas' eyes turned red. They kicked off their clogs, tore open their kimono hems, grabbed treasures, and ran off.

Weiwei smiled and slapped Fenye's face with her sword's scabbard.

"Keeping you alive and letting your enemies handle you—that's the best choice, right?"

The division nodded desperately. But before he could say more, Weiwei's sword flashed.

Blood dripped from the blade. Weiwei grabbed the huge package, leapt up, and vanished into the night.

...

In the Flower Capital, money ruled everything.

The next day, Weiwei—under the alias Ba Yuqian—appeared at the Flower Capital's practice center. She'd removed her earrings and necklace, wearing a moon-white kimono with blue patterns along the cuffs and collar.

The clothes were fine, but the clogs were awkward.

They had two teeth—one under the sole, one at the heel—leaving the forefoot empty. It was easy to stumble forward; you had to walk straight and steady.

After adjusting, she cleared a path with gold and silver and obtained her medical license.

Yes, this time she planned to be a doctor here. With nothing else to do, she wanted to develop her fruit ability, which needed a lot of fresh blood.

The death of the division hadn't caused much stir. The rich in the Flower Capital eyed his inheritance; even his old partners Pinghao and Fanhe sharpened their knives. Ronin and thugs waited in the shadows. No one hunted the killer, and in the Flower Capital, the dead were forgotten.

Weiwei needed help. A He, teahouse proprietor, slipped into the city to assist her.

Ah He was puzzled by Weiwei's medical clinic.

"Miss Samurai, are you really skilled at medicine?"

Weiwei removed her jewelry, tied her aqua-blue hair into a ponytail, and smiled warmly, like spring sunshine.

But both Ah He and a trembling patient looked at her strangely.

Finally, Ah He said, "Then... before treating the patient, can you put down that knife in your hand?"

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly. If not for Weiwei's cheap rates and gentle manner, he wouldn't have come to this new clinic—but seeing the doctor hold a knife silently frightened him.

Weiwei smiled. "This is my unique medical skill—bloodletting! Human blood harbors germs. As long as the blood is released, the illness is almost cured. I promise, this treatment is very scientific, and you won't feel any pain…"

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