Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 190 - 184: All Story Developments Lead to the Script’s Direction

Chapter 190: Chapter 184: All Story Developments Lead to the Script’s Direction

Zhang San had retired early today because he knew for certain that in the middle of the night there would be "people" coming to rescue the remaining two Death Warriors.

As expected, late at night amid Big Head Wang’s snoring, Zhang San woke up.

He went to wake Big Head Wang, then changed into a set of clothes, preparing for combat.

Before leaving, Zhang San went over the plans for tonight in his mind once more, making sure there were no mistakes. Then, Zhang San used the Ghost Summoning Method in his own room to summon the dozen or so little ghosts they had agreed upon beforehand.

"Are you ready?"

"Everything’s ready."

Zhang San nodded slightly, took out two tokens of the Heavenly Punishment Sect and handed them to them, instructing, "Hide these tokens well on the bodies you find. Move out now."

"Yes."

The little ghosts responded and quickly vanished from Zhang San’s sight.

Soon, the sounds of battle came from the direction of the prison.

About a dozen masked figures, who emerged from nowhere, chased down the two Death Warriors and snatched them from the prison.

And Zhang San’s prior arrangements were immediately set into motion.

Sister Ling led Ximen Jinxing and other martial artists, a group of over twenty people, to pursue them fiercely.

"Be careful, although we can’t sense their realm of Qi, their strength is very strong!"

Ling reminded the martial artists behind her to stay alert.

Just as the dozen or so people, along with the two Death Warriors, had just rushed out of Xiongfeng Manor, the Wen Family martial artists, who had been lying in ambush outside, suddenly converged from three directions.

Instantly, an intense melee erupted.

Zhang San also charged into the fray during the battle.

However, the "enemy’s" techniques were very strong, causing Zhang San and them to clash for a long time without gaining any advantage.

Suddenly, Zhang San broke away and looked towards the distance.

Ximen Jinxing noticed Zhang San’s sudden retreat, thinking he was injured, and was about to ask when he was stopped by Ling.

"Do your own job!"

In the entire Xiongfeng Manor, besides Zhang San, the only person Ximen Jinxing could bear to look at was Ling.

Because she heard that Ling’s father was Principal Officer Yue, she curiously inquired if it was true from her immediate superior.

She got rebuffed with Ling’s retort, "I don’t have a father!"

However, Ximen Jinxing did not know about the issues between Ling and Principal Officer Yue; she just thought this sister was too cool. Although I am stubborn in front of my grandfather, I am not as wild as she is.

Sister Ling, an idol!

So now, Ximen Jinxing completely obeyed Sister Ling’s orders.

Meanwhile, Zhang San looked into the distance and suddenly shouted, "Be careful! The enemy has reinforcements. I’ll hold them off. Once you’ve dealt with this situation, Wen Ruchu bring people to back us up!"

Zhang San, having said this, rushed toward the newcomers.

The group of five martial artists approaching, with their leader masked and holding a bamboo staff, whispered to the four behind him, "The three of you stay here. I’ll face the Town Martial Office’s expert."

The four behind him nodded expressionlessly and then looked at one among their group.

Someone couldn’t help but whisper, "Brother Han, why do we have to join this fray? It wasn’t easy to escape before, and now just passing by Xiongfeng Manor makes my legs tremble."

The one called Brother Han was indeed Han Baiwen.

Han Baiwen sighed helplessly.

"The people nearby can’t be exposed. If not us four, who else? If we get caught, at least it won’t expose anyone else. Moreover, with Xia here, that’s Xia! What’s there to fear?"

At this moment, Xia, holding a bamboo staff, quickly approached Zhang San.

And Zhang San advanced towards Xia step by step.

Boom—

As soon as the two men started their bout, Zhang San conjured up a huge gust of wind, while his opponent, Xia, summoned an enormous fireball.

When the wind met the fireball, it exploded mightily over the open field, like fireworks blossoming in the night sky.

Next, countless vines at Zhang San’s feet rapidly formed a platform that rose from the ground.

As Xia and Zhang San exchanged blows on the platform, thunder and lightning roared around them.

The intense sounds of battle would make an uninformed onlooker believe that two peak Purple Mansion Realm experts were clashing here.

But in reality, those in the know were aware that Zhang San was still at the Five Emperors’ Proper Position within the True Core Realm.

As for Xia’s strength, many were unable to discern it at all.

Zhang San had contacted Cui Jiu before today’s operation, so Cui Jiu had Xia bring Han Baiwen and a few others over to playact with Zhang San.

Though Xia also felt that more than ninety percent of the Qi used in casting his techniques and martial styles was spent on special effects.

But to be honest, at this moment he truly felt like he was in the midst of a pinnacle battle in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Especially as the vine-crafted platform under their feet kept rising, the techniques and martial styles he and Zhang San used ignited the surrounding vines, lighting up the sky brilliantly.

This kid, quite interesting.

While most of the attention was captured by the fierce battle with Zhang San, more than a dozen "people" attempting to kidnap two Death Warriors started to be continuously killed.

Moreover, most of these people fell at the hands of Big Head Wang and Wang Ziteng.

Wen Ruchu had earlier unleashed her most powerful swordsmanship, piercing through the opponent’s heart to the extent that a watermelon could be stuffed into the chest cavity; yet the opponent was still able to fight.

Then, Wang Ziteng charged forward and swept his sword across the opponent’s neck, and the opponent, clutching his throat, pointed at Wang Ziteng and exclaimed, "You can actually kill me, so strong!"

Wen Ruchu was freaking out!

Wasn’t this person killed by me?

Why do you insist on giving my credit away until the very end?

Do you all have a grudge against me or something?

At this point, the battle here was almost over, and logically Wen Ruchu should have led people to support Zhang San.

However, Wen Ruchu had no intention of providing assistance and even specifically instructed Uncle Liu by her side not to help.

"Wen Ruchu, why aren’t you going to support Zhang San?"

Ximen Jinxing, at this moment, noticed that the explosion of flames in the sky had lessened and the thunder that had filled the wilderness seemed much diminished, which made him a bit worried.

Wen Ruchu gave Ximen Jinxing a cold glance and didn’t bother to respond.

Seeing that some people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect were climbing the vines to join the fray, Ximen Jinxing, worried about Zhang San, quickly rushed over with his hammers.

Meanwhile, Zhang San also noticed that within the battle area below, several "people" coming to save the Death Warriors had successively fallen.

As for the two Death Warriors, since they could not be rescued, the ones who came to save them actually killed them on the spot, even dispersing both of their souls.

Zhang San knew that everything in tonight’s script had gone very smoothly and it was time to withdraw.

He then glanced at Xia and pointed to the middle of his stomach, whispering, "Don’t hit too hard, just a minor injury will do."

Xia nodded and found an opportunity to jab his bamboo pole into Zhang San’s stomach.

Thump!

Zhang San’s figure plummeted from mid-air.

Ximen Jinxing, who was rushing over, saw this scene and immediately ran towards the falling Zhang San, hoping to catch him.

Only...

Ximen Jinxing seemed to forget that he was still holding the Plum Blossom Bright Silver Hammers in his hands.

Zhang San, who was immersed in the experience of being a tragically heroic figure, was relishing the whistling of the wind past his ears.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of bones breaking from behind.

Crack—