Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 228 - 219 - Zhang San’s Achilles’ Heel, Firmly in Grip!_3

Chapter 228: Chapter 219 - Zhang San’s Achilles’ Heel, Firmly in Grip!_3

"During the recent period, how the Town Martial Office has treated everyone, I believe you all know,"

The many martial artists in attendance nodded repeatedly.

Following Zhang San recently, indeed provided good food and drink, and although the accommodation at night wasn’t great, one could come back during the day to catch up on sleep.

Especially since following the people from the Town Martial Office into the city meant no expenses, although the amount was small, it still looked impressive when mentioned.

Among the martial artists, the widespread resistance and exclusion toward the Town Martial Office was not just because of their naturally opposing stances, but also possibly because many martial artists didn’t feel seen by the Town Martial Office.

If one could establish a connection with the Town Martial Office, likely, many martial artists would take their side.

After all, the Town Martial Office was powerful.

People always admire strength!

"The reason I’ve treated everyone so well is not that I, Zhang San, am a good person, but because the original intention of establishing the Town Martial Office was to maintain stability among martial artists, avoiding unnecessary strife. I believe that many present can understand this, but when the Town Martial Office was first established, there were indeed people who could not understand, and this led to the Town Martial Office having no choice but to act against certain martial path forces. In the end, it’s just that some forces who have grown large cannot bear to see others do well. After all, with limited resources, fairness would naturally mean they’d have less of the good stuff,"

"And now, I treat everyone well, and I can see that you’re all happy, but next, I hope everyone will continue to support the actions of the Town Martial Office."

The many martial artists present immediately stood up, indicating their willingness to go through fire and water, should it be required.

At this moment, Tie Wuheng couldn’t help but ask, "Military Chief Zhang, on the two nights I was away, people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect have been creating trouble in Fuling City, clearly provoking your authority. Aren’t you worried that among us here, there are people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect, or that someone might be sending them information?"

A crisis of trust is a major crisis, so Tie Wuheng thought it better to voice some concerns in advance.

But Zhang San just started to laugh heartily.

"I, Zhang San, can guarantee that at this moment, on the second floor of this inn, right here, there are definitely people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect! But I, Zhang San, still want to tell everyone that I treat you well, not to make you choose sides, not to force you to make a choice, but because we are all martial artists, only belonging to different camps, yet our hearts are the same!"

"Martial artists pursue the martial path, and isn’t the martial path about fairness and effort, a path where dedication is rewarded?"

"I, Zhang San, have never sought to place myself above others, nor wish to stratify people into classes!"

"I, Zhang San, came to Fuling City for three things only: fairness, fairness, and yet more fairness!"

"So tonight, I hope everyone will cooperate with the action of the Town Martial Office. Here, I thank you all in advance," Zhang San concluded.

The martial artists were deeply moved by Zhang San’s words, and they all expressed their willingness to help him with all their might.

However, Wen Ruchu sneered inwardly in the crowd: Fairness? That’s just nonsense! People are born different; how can there be fairness.

The so-called fairness is nothing but a lie to delude you, the hoi polloi who toil for the interests of us, the nobility; it’s laughable that there are actually people who believe in it!

After the crowd left the inn, Uncle Liu leaned close to Wen Ruchu and whispered in his ear, "Young master, we’ve discovered Zhang San’s Achilles’ heel."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruchu’s eyes shone brightly.

At last, the moment he had been waiting for had arrived!