He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 11 Job Panel, Proficiency Increased

Watching Wu Laosi's departing figure, Qin Chuan naturally understood what the man was thinking.

It's nothing more than using the "settlement allowance" issue to sow discord among him.

The implication was clear: Zhou Bapi had pocketed your money and didn't take you seriously.

As for the last sentence, "If you need anything, contact him," it sounds well-intentioned, but it actually has ulterior motives.

Qin Chuan shook his head.

Wu Laosi was no good person, and Zhou Bapi was no kind person either.

Having gone through that ordeal, he had roughly figured out some of the intricacies involved.

Zhou Bapi recruited him into his gang this time probably just to help him collect money from beggars.

As for why he looked for himself instead of someone else...

Wu Laosi's behavior also shows that Zhou Bapi doesn't trust others, and he was just a small beggar before, so he was easy to manipulate.

All those things I said before, like "cannot join the gang" and "have a good relationship with Master Qian," were just to fool Qin Chuan and make him feel at ease working under me.

But it's okay.

Zhou Bapi had no good intentions, and Qin Chuan was naturally just fooling him.

Now that he's joined the Iron Hands Gang and is no longer bound by his beggar identity, his path ahead will be much easier.

Qin Chuan brought up the panel and began to check his panel information.

[Occupation: Transport Thief]

[Level: lv1 (51/500)]

[Professional Skills: Obtaining Titles, Perceiving Luck]

Occupation: Thug

[Level: lv1 (0/100)]

[Professional Skill: Bullying]

[Bullying (Active): When used against weaker targets who are inferior in status, position, or strength, it can greatly enhance one's own prestige and instill a certain degree of fear and obedience in the target.]

To put it bluntly, the professional skill of these thugs is the ability to bully the weak.

It works perfectly on beggars, idlers, and ordinary people, but it's not very effective against scoundrels like Zhou Bapi and Wu Laosi, or other capable people.

Qin Chuan glanced at it and then stopped paying attention, focusing instead on the "Transportation Theft Demon" level column.

He discovered that his proficiency level had actually increased to 51 points.

It's worth noting that the proficiency level for this profession was previously only 1 point.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Chuan guessed that it was because he had successfully joined the Iron Hand Gang.

The "Demand for a Title" skill was successfully obtained.

That's why I've gained so much proficiency.

Speaking of "seeking official titles",

Qin Chuan glanced back.

He hadn't anticipated Zhou Bapi's current miserable state.

It's likely that the "Demand for a Title" skill stole this person's luck.

Qin Chuan originally thought that the "Demand for a Title" skill was just an auxiliary skill used to steal luck and improve himself, but now it seems that it is more than that.

Luck is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it is like invisible threads that connect the intersections between people.

If you steal a wisp of luck, one of the threads will break.

A person's fate changes.

You'll trip and fall on flat ground, choke while eating, and lose money gambling...

The final result is just like Zhou Bapi's.

It was getting late.

Qin Chuan didn't stay in the clinic any longer and walked away into the distance.

......

Ximen Street

Aunt Liu was busy setting up her small stall with her head down.

Just then, a slightly familiar voice came from the side.

"A bowl of wontons, please."

Hearing the voice, Aunt Liu thought it was Qin Chuan. That boy always spoke in that tone, unhurried and a little lazy.

Without looking up, she replied while busy with her work, "Hey, you're here pretty early today."

But when he looked up, what came into view was not the little beggar from before, but a rather handsome young man, wearing a worn blue cloth shirt, with his hair neatly tied back with a strip of cloth.

Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, but the next moment she exclaimed, "Little Qin, what are you doing dressed like that?"

As she spoke, she emerged from behind the stall, marveling at Qin Chuan's attire. She looked him up and down several times, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you! Your clothes, your hair—did you strike it rich or something?"

Seeing this, Qin Chuan smiled and said, "I didn't get rich, I just found a job and don't have to beg for food anymore."

Aunt Liu stared at him as if he were a rare treasure, circling him halfway around before sighing after a while: "Good, good. Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. Dressed like this, who would recognize you on the street? Now you look like a proper young man."

She paused, then asked, "What kind of work? Is it tiring? How much do you get paid?"

"I'm a member of the Iron Hands Gang now." As he spoke, Qin Chuan took out the wooden plaque and showed it to Aunt Liu.

Upon seeing the wooden sign, Aunt Liu's joy vanished by more than half.

She sighed and said slowly, "The Iron Hands Gang is no good."

Qin Chuan put the wooden plaque into his pocket and replied calmly, "I know."

"You knew and you still went?" Aunt Liu slapped her thigh in exasperation. "Everyone in Qinghe County knows what kind of people those are! Why would a perfectly healthy young man like you jump into that fire pit?"

After Aunt Liu finished speaking, Qin Chuan said softly, "Aunt Liu, I know you feel sorry for me. But I'm just a beggar, I have no household registration, no connections, and no way to choose."

Aunt Liu opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "I know the Iron Hand Gang isn't a good thing."

He paused, then added, "Besides, I know what I'm doing; I definitely won't stay with the Iron Hand Gang forever."

Aunt Liu looked at him, sighed softly, and turned away.

"Do you still want some wontons?"

"Eat." Qin Chuan pulled over a low stool and sat down. "Put more oil in it."

"Dream on," Aunt Liu retorted irritably, but deftly grabbed a handful of wontons and threw them into the pot, adding an extra spoonful of lard.

After the wontons were served, Aunt Liu asked, "Where are you staying tonight?"

"The usual place." Qin Chuan took a bite of wonton. "Although I joined the Iron Hand Gang, I'm broke right now and can't afford to rent a place."

"Then come to my house," Aunt Liu said, looking at Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan was taken aback and was about to refuse when Aunt Liu continued, "It's not that I'm asking you to stay for free. I live alone and I'm busy with my stall every day. I wish someone could come and help me every day."

Qin Chuan naturally knew that these words were just an excuse that Aunt Liu had deliberately made up.

What's with all this talk about helping or not? She's just a wonton stall, how much work can she possibly do?

She simply didn't want to see him go back to that drafty, dilapidated house and squeeze in with those beggars.

Qin Chuan lowered his head and took another bite of wonton.

"Okay." He didn't refuse anymore. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"That's more like it." Aunt Liu's face finally broke into a smile. She turned around to tidy up the stove, muttering, "My house isn't big, just two rooms, one inside and one outside. You can sleep on the outside, and I'll make you some bedding. The bedding is a bit old, but it's much better than your tattered straw mat."

Qin Chuan grunted in agreement, then bent down and shoveled the last few wontons in his bowl clean, even drinking the soup completely.