Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 164 - 160: High-end Escapes Often Opt for the Simplest Methods

Chapter 164: Chapter 160: High-end Escapes Often Opt for the Simplest Methods

"Based on what criteria is their ranking?"

Ling was also full of effort trying to understand the order Zhang San and the others had established and curiously asked Third Miss Gan, who stood beside him.

Third Miss Gan said with a smile, "The fourth position is reserved for a friend of Zhang San. As for the first two spots..."

"It’s said that Zhang San insists on being called Brother San, claiming that a ’third brother’ has a long life and he won’t die even if others do. No one knows where he picked up that superstitious belief, so there is no ’eldest brother’, nor a ’second brother’."

Ling didn’t understand at first, and after hearing the explanation, he could only say he was even more confused.

Many from the Wang Family, however, were very dissatisfied with the outcome of this sworn brotherhood.

Putting age aside, why couldn’t our Young Master Wang be the eldest brother? Even if he weren’t the eldest, being the third brother would be well within his means!

But these kinds of words could only be muttered in private, never daring to let Wang Ziteng hear them.

Lately, everyone had noticed that Wang Ziteng was becoming increasingly authoritative.

He was originally very approachable, but now everyone felt an unspoken air of superiority from him, and just one look would bring an invisible pressure.

After the three brothers finished their oath, they naturally went around toasting everyone present.

The first one was Third Miss Gan, after all, she was their direct superior.

After toasting Third Miss Gan, it was Deputy Officer Lu Qingquan’s turn.

At this point, perhaps to get everyone to drink more heartily, Third Miss Gan claimed she couldn’t handle her liquor and left.

With Third Miss Gan’s departure, many indeed became much more unrestrained.

Military Chief Hua and Xu were both of Taoist background, so they made a point of finding Xu, although Military Chief Hua was known for his dedication to health, and could only sip on his goji berry water while chatting with Xu.

Military Chief Sun, carrying two big sabers, greeted everyone with a drink.

He even managed to get Lu Qingquan to down three large bowls of alcohol.

Ouyang Zhen, although initially a bit reserved, loosened up after Zhang San and his brothers came over to introduce themselves, lavishing flattery on Ouyang Zhen, who ended up somewhat embarrassed. After drinking with the three brothers for a while, they didn’t let him go until they had made him vomit.

Fang Cunzai was silently drinking in a corner by himself, pondering something.

But after all, Fang Cunzai had a rather good reputation throughout the Chuan-Yu Road, so many came to offer him drinks.

In this way, the crowd celebrated by clinking glasses and had a merry time drinking.

Especially Lu Qingquan, who after such a long time, finally got to drink without paying for it.

He reminisced about the past when he never had to pay for his drinks.

However, ever since he came to Xiongfeng Manor, his life had become so...

Not to mention how much less he could pilfer each month, he couldn’t begin to count the unnecessary expenses he had incurred.

In the past, who would dare charge him for drinking? Nobody even dared to ask for payment when he crossed a bridge; anyone who tried would risk having their whole family arrested!

But now... as he continued to drink, tears began to flow from Lu Qingquan’s eyes.

At that moment, Zhang San walked over with a beaming smile, producing a banknote.

"Officer Lu, I knew you were a man of sentiment. Look, the three brothers’ oath today has moved you, hasn’t it?"

As soon as he saw it was Zhang San, Lu Qingquan was startled into a shudder, quickly sobering up quite a bit.

"Zhang San! I’ve had too much, I can’t keep drinking."

Zhang San wrapped an arm around Lu Qingquan’s shoulder and passed over a small jar of wine.

"Officer Lu, getting drunk is exactly what you need! Today is such a great day; we won’t return till we’re drunk. If you’re not yet drunk, then we three brothers haven’t hosted you well! Come on, let’s continue! We’ll finish this together!"

As he spoke, Zhang San stuffed the small wine jar into Lu Qingquan’s arms.

With no choice, Lu Qingquan could only lift the jar and gulp down...

Meanwhile, Zhang San held the note in his hand without taking a single drink.

After Lu Qingliu had finished a jar of liquor, Zhang San took the note and said, "Officer Lu, it’s not that I’m given to flattery, but although Third Miss Gan is an officer now, she’s only acting as a placeholder, and she’s also one of the Chief’s people — she’ll leave sooner or later. Isn’t the position of the Chuan-Yu Road Officer bound to be yours one day? When the time comes, don’t forget about us three brothers. We may be young, but we’re quick learners! And when it’s time for us to be promoted to Military Chief...you’ll see to it...won’t you?"

Even though Lu Qingquan was a bit out of his senses from the alcohol, he was still able to recognize the familiar patter of Zhang San asking him for a favor.

"Sure, sure. No problem, don’t worry about it. It’s just...these human relations, sometimes, they need to be managed. Managed...do you understand?"

"Of course, I couldn’t understand it the way you do, Officer Lu! Here, there’s a note. You just sign it, and once you do, it’s yours."

Lu Qingquan looked at the note Zhang San passed to him, squinting at it for quite some time, seeing some numbers on it but not understanding what they meant.

"What is...this supposed to mean?"

"It’s just a token of appreciation."

"Eh? Doing it like this is meaningless."

"If you don’t accept it, then I’m the one coming up short on courtesy."

"Then should I just accept it grudgingly?"

"You’ve got the spirit, Officer Lu!"

Lu Qingquan raised his hand, and Zhang San immediately handed him a writing brush that was prepared beforehand.

Lu Qingquan signed his name on the promissory note, handed it back to Zhang San, and then, with a pleased smile, collapsed onto the wine table, drunk.

Waving the promissory note in his hand, Zhang San shouted, "Tonight’s tab is on Officer Lu! Brothers, drink up!"

When everyone heard that Lu Qingquan was picking up the tab, they all drank with even more vehemence and gusto.

Even Fang Cunzai couldn’t help but open another jar of wine when he heard the news.

Officer Lu treating everyone to a drink was fresher news than a blooming iron tree.

And at that moment, while everyone was drinking and eating heartily, in the unnoticed prison cell, from within the dark shadows, several little ghosts emerged from the darkness.

Han Baiwen and his companions, kept awake by the sounds of feasting outside, were tossing and turning restlessly when they suddenly noticed the little ghosts emerging from the darkness and almost screamed out loud.

Thankfully, Zhang San had already forewarned Han Baiwen, so he covered the mouths of two men beside him, and then gave the last one a kick!

Behind the little ghosts, a ghostly woman with a graceful posture approached the cell door and licked the chains on the door back and forth a few times. The tangled chains gradually became taut.

In the end, the lock shattered, turning into a straight length of iron chain.

Then the little ghosts came and started gnawing at the wall, making "crunch crunch" noises.

Soon, the little ghosts gnawed out a hole the size of a dog’s tunnel.

Just outside the cell, a horse-drawn carriage loaded with several large barrels had stopped there.

Han Baiwen, looking at the carriage, couldn’t help but gape and asked, "We’re leaving in this thing?"

Wasn’t this supposed to be an escape?

Why did it seem like they were being treated rather well?

At that moment, the man in charge of driving the carriage turned his head and glanced at Han Baiwen with a steely voice said, "Cui Jiu sent me to pick you up, so hurry up. And by the way, there’s no one behind you, what are you doing?"

Han Baiwen turned around and saw that the female ghost and the little ghosts gnawing at the wall had disappeared.

Well, never mind that for now.

The three of them stuffed the person Han Baiwen had kicked unconscious into an empty wine barrel and then the other three crawled in themselves.

The coachman drove the carriage away from the back of Xiongfeng Manor like those who had delivered wine previously, and just like that, the four men were easily smuggled out.

Inside the barrel, Han Baiwen had always thought they would be transported away by some special Formation,

Or that some kind of tamed Demon Beast would swallow them and then sneak away to a certain place before spitting them out again.

Who would have thought they would use such a simple and unsophisticated method?