Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 160 - 156: I, Zhang San, Have It Too Tough at the Town Martial Office!

Chapter 160: Chapter 156: I, Zhang San, Have It Too Tough at the Town Martial Office!

Zhang San and White Shadow had just returned to Xiongfeng Manor when Zhang San told White Shadow to wait outside the prison cell for him. After giving a few instructions, he went into the prison cell first.

White Shadow was somewhat curious. Why didn’t Zhang San rest upon his return? Why didn’t he even report to Third Miss Gan or Lu Qingquan, but instead went straight to the prison cells?

Weren’t those four members of the Heavenly Punishment Sect the only people in the prison cell now?

Zhang San had someone open the prison cell and went in to visit Han Baiwen, whose face was covered in boredom.

"Han, how have you been lately?"

A dusty and weary Zhang San sat beside Han Baiwen and asked.

Han Baiwen gave a bitter smile and looked toward the lone window letting light into the cell.

"How could I be? I’ve been locked up the whole time. How come you have time to visit me?"

Han Baiwen noticed the dust on Zhang San’s shoes and that his hair was also filled with dust, clearly having just come back from the outside.

Zhang San sighed helplessly.

"Bai Yucheng died before, and the Town Martial Office rewarded me with a few things, so I went to forge in Red Dragon Mountain. But man, the trouble I ran into there—"

Han Baiwen secretly rejoiced, but his face still filled with confusion.

"That shouldn’t be! You’re considered a hero of the Town Martial Office on the Chuan-Yu Road now, who would give you trouble?"

Zhang San snorted coldly and told Han Baiwen, "Our base here is fine; the others know that it was Bai Yucheng who killed his own brother. But the martial artists from the other bases, do you think they believe me or Bai Yucheng?"

Han Baiwen understood.

Zhang San continued to sigh.

"Moreover, this Deputy Officer Lu Qingquan originally thought he could get promoted, but then Third Miss Gan became the Acting Officer, and since he can’t offend her, he keeps making life difficult for me every day. My days have really been..."

Zhang San had not finished speaking when the voice of Shadow came from the corridor.

"Zhang San, Deputy Officer Lu wants to see you."

Zhang San gave Han Baiwen a helpless smile, patted his shoulder, secretly passed him a flatbread, and then got up and left the prison cell.

After Zhang San and White Shadow had left the prison cell and walked quite a distance, Shadow couldn’t help but ask, "Zhang San, why did you go to see the people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect first after coming back?"

Zhang San whispered, "I want to infiltrate the Heavenly Punishment Sect, I can only rely on those four people inside to introduce me!"

That evening, Zhang San took the initiative to invite Lu Qingquan for drinks.

Lu Qingquan knew of Zhang San’s impressive background. Although on good terms with Third Miss Gan and considered to be on her side, he didn’t dare to offend Zhang San.

Previously, he had acted impulsively in making complaints, only to witness Principal Officer Ximen showing such concern for Zhang San.

There was nothing he could do. Now Zhang San was inviting him out for drinks, could he still put on airs as if he were the boss?

Your official position doesn’t determine your status; the power backing you determines it.

Therefore, Lu Qingquan followed Zhang San out and enjoyed a nice drink.

In the end, Lu Qingquan insisted on paying and wouldn’t let Zhang San spend a dime.

Zhang San made a small effort to refuse, but didn’t persist.

On the way back, Lu Qingquan even supported Zhang San.

Although both men had drunk a lot, when Lu Qingquan paid and found out it cost two hundred and eighty wen, he suddenly became much more sober.

After getting thoroughly drunk, Zhang San didn’t return to his room at Xiongfeng Manor but headed straight to the prison cell again.

This time, seeing a drunken Zhang San, Han Baiwen knew that the guy must have been plied with drinks by Lu Qingquan.

"Are you okay? Why did you drink so much?"

Hearing this, Zhang San was on the verge of tears.

"Drank too much? How could I not drink? That old bastard Lu Qingquan not only had me down every drink, but in the end, I was the one who paid. Two hundred... two hundred and eighty wen!"

Zhang San almost roared out the price at the end.

The other three members from the Heavenly Punishment Sect in the adjacent cell also came to know that Zhang San had been swindled by Lu Qingquan out of two hundred and eighty wen that night.

Han Baiwen sighed helplessly.

"I originally left home because I couldn’t stand these official customs. Why don’t you do the same and join the Heavenly Punishment Sect?"

Zhang San scoffed, gesturing around and asked, "And then... end up locked up here like you? Forget it, at least when I get angry, I can still jump around outside. I see it clearly now, Bai Yucheng was right; this world is all dark, how can people’s hearts be white. It’s all dark, all damn dark!"

Zhang San said so, and actually fell asleep against the wall.

Although the door to the cell was open at this moment, Han Baiwen knew that the Qi in his body had been sealed, and he couldn’t escape even if he tried.

Forget it, just make do and sleep for tonight.

With Zhang San next to me, at least it’s a bit warmer.

And so, for several days in a row, whenever Zhang San encountered something upsetting, he’d come to Han Baiwen to complain.

And Han Baiwen also realized that Zhang San was probably harboring thoughts of joining the Heavenly Punishment Sect.

After all, he had once asked about the Heavenly Punishment Sect.

But Zhang San was still hesitant now.

Finally, this night, Zhang San came to Han Baiwen with red eyes and reeking of alcohol.

Upon seeing him, he asked in a low voice, "Does your Heavenly Punishment Sect take assassination jobs? I’ll pay you to help me kill Lu Qingquan."

Han Baiwen was startled and whispered back, "Our Heavenly Punishment Sect stands for justice, we don’t take on such hitman jobs. You should go to the Book and Sword Hall for that, not us. What’s going on with you?"

Every time Han Baiwen had seen Zhang San before, he had just seemed to be in a bad mood.

But today, he saw anger in Zhang San’s eyes.

"Let’s go drink together. Today I spent two hundred and twenty wen, and that son of a bitch had the nerve to say I couldn’t always be the one paying!"

Upon hearing this, Han Baiwen was perplexed. What did this mean? You’re addicted to being scammed?

"Lu Qingquan spent money on drinks tonight, isn’t that a good thing?"

"Good my ass! For a bill of two hundred and twenty wen, he only paid twenty wen! Twenty wen! Acting as if he paid for the whole meal! That’s not human! It’s too inhuman!"

Han Baiwen also felt Lu Qingquan had gone too far.

If you’re going to take advantage, at least have the awareness that you’re taking advantage. Profiting while acting as if you’ve gained nothing really is too much.

Suddenly, Zhang San grabbed hold of Han Baiwen’s collar and pulled him close.

"If I let you go, could you manage to escape? Then figure out a way for me to join your Heavenly Punishment Sect?"

Here it comes!

Han Baiwen knew Zhang San’s mood had been off these days.

Exactly, Zhang San was thinking of deserting!

Excellent!

Han Baiwen immediately tempered his joy and whispered, "Our True Cores are sealed and we can’t use Qi, so we won’t get far if we escape. But you can contact someone."

"Will he believe what I say? Do you have a token?"

"There’s no token, but I have a code word. I’ll tell you, just go to..."

Zhang San memorized all the code words Han Baiwen told him and then patted Han Baiwen’s shoulder, almost bursting into tears.

"I, Zhang San, have had too hard a time at the Town Martial Office!"

At the same time, in Lu Qingquan’s room, having just washed his face with tears, Lu Qingquan couldn’t help but splash his face with water again, then painfully rubbed his eyes.

At this moment, he didn’t even know if the water on his face was from washing his face or his own tears.

It’s too tough.

Lately, Zhang San sought him out for drinks every day, and each time he had to pick up the tab.

To be asked to pay up was one thing, but tonight, out of the bill of two hundred and twenty wen, he insisted that he couldn’t always treat and only put out twenty wen!

Only twenty wen!

And he acted like he was the one treating when they left!

So what if you’re a disciple of Pharaoh? So what if you’re the trusted confidante of Third Miss Gan?

All they know is to bully me, a mere Deputy Officer!

In the Town Martial Office... it’s too tough for me, Lu Qingquan!