Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 306 - 294: If I, Zhang San, Say I Won’t Kill Him, Then I Won’t Kill Him

Chapter 306: Chapter 294: If I, Zhang San, Say I Won’t Kill Him, Then I Won’t Kill Him

"Eh! Where am I? Who are you?"

A Martial Artist disguised as a commoner, apprehended from outside, was brought into Zhang San’s room.

Looking at the Martial Artist, who knelt on the ground with panic written all over his face, Zhang San smiled slightly and asked in return, "You have been watching me for most of the night outside, don’t you know who I am?"

The other party shook his hands repeatedly and said awkwardly, "It’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. I’m just homeless so I slept by the roadside for a bit. I was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night, perhaps I made some noise that disturbed you. I’m sorry, truly sorry."

Zhang San, smiling, said, "My friend, talking like this isn’t fun at all. You know I’m a Martial Artist from the Town Martial Office, even my position is that of Acting Military Chief. Although I’m not at the Spiritual Platform Realm and don’t have the qualifications to be Military Chief, do you think I don’t have the means to find out whether you are a Martial Artist or not? Some things are better confessed by you than extracted by me after giving you a beating, understand?"

Any stubborn defiance the other party had crumbled after Zhang San’s single utterance of "understand."

"I would never betray my master for glory. Anything else, Mister Zhang San, feel free to ask. I just ask that in the end, you grant me a quick death."

Zhang San hadn’t expected to encounter such a tough man.

"Brother, you’ve misunderstood."

As Zhang San spoke, he raised his hand, and the withered grass in the flowerpot near the window turned green again. It even gleamed with a faint blue hue under the moonlight. The grass twirled twice around the Martial Artist and then, with a flick, it slashed the ropes that bound the Martial Artist’s hands like a blade.

Although the Martial Artist appeared safer on the surface after being freed by Zhang San, the sight of the faint blue grass encircling him made him feel even more in danger.

After releasing the man, Zhang San said with a smile, "I, Zhang San, have never been a bloodthirsty person. All this talk about granting you a quick death, don’t speak nonsense!"

Hearing Zhang San’s words, the man’s face was filled with disbelief.

"Tell me, why are there so many of you watching me here?"

Zhang San, seeing the man’s hesitation, patted his shoulder and whispered, "I won’t kill you provided that you tell me everything you know. If you don’t say anything, I’ll just have to ask someone else. As you can see, my room is only so big—if another comes, well, you might..."

The man keenly sensed that the blue grass surrounding him seemed ready to entwine him at any moment. He sighed deeply and said in a low voice, "To be honest, I’m from the Wen Family."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San knew that although the Martial Artist had pleaded for a quick death as soon as he arrived, he actually did not want to die.

The reason he claimed to be from the Wen Family was to make Zhang San wary of making a move within the Capital.

After all, the Wen Family was not one to offend.

"Last night, the body of Wen Ruchu, the young master, was brought back. There’s no evidence, but many from top to bottom in the Wen Family claim you’re actually the one who killed him."

"Nonsense! That is simply alarmist talk!"

Angered, Zhang San slapped the bed next to him, nearly smashing it to pieces.

"Wen Ruchu and I hit it off right away, I treated him like one of my own, how could I possibly harm him!"

The Wen Family Martial Artist kneeling on the ground spoke with a pained expression, "This rumor was spread by the three main branches. We from the collateral lines wouldn’t know what really happened. But early this morning, some people said that the news from last night meant that if someone could take down Zhang San, who killed the young master Wen Ruchu, it would prove their strength surpassed his."

"Originally, the Wen Family regarded Wen Ruchu as the future Family Head and nurtured him as such. Now, if someone is stronger than Wen Ruchu, that naturally means the future Head of the Wen Family. Therefore, the three young masters of the main branches are all tempted. And so, they sent me here."

Zhang San curiously asked, "What’s with these three main branches? Also, tell me the details of your arrangements."

The Wen Family Martial Artist relayed everything he knew to Zhang San.

Zhang San finally understood that the current Head of the Wen Family was Wen Chudao, and the rise of the Wen Family was almost entirely dependent on him.

So the principal internal forces of the Wen Family are divided into four parts, the three main branches and the collateral lines.

The three main branches are the legitimate lines founded by Wen Chudao’s three sons; whereas the collateral lines consist of the descendants of Wen Chudao’s siblings, coupled with some other members of the Wen Family who are not held in high regard.

After all, those who were viewed favorably had essentially been absorbed by the three major subdivisions.

And this time, the one from the main subdivision who intended to strike against me was Wen Rulie.

The one from the second subdivision who was going to act against me was Wen Ruyu, whom I met just today, newly joined to the Town Demon Office.

The third subdivision planned to target me through Wen Ruming, the youngest son of their branch.

Zhang San was relieved that he had chosen to stay here tonight, surrounded by people from the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture’s Government Office, along with several Array Masters who had been invited.

Otherwise, he feared he might have been subject to a stealth attack tonight.

What’s more, if the Wen Family were to stage an ambush, whether successful or not, they just need to blame it all on the perpetrator of the Floating Corpse Case. Claiming that the murderer sought to attack me would make perfect sense.

While Zhang San thought about how to break the situation, he glanced at the martial artist kneeling on the ground.

This kneeling posture seemed all too familiar!

Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed in Zhang San’s mind, and he whispered to the martial artist from the Wen Family, "Actually, your family has misunderstood me. I, Zhang San, am not fond of killing, and my relationship with Wen Ruchu is particularly close. How about this, you go back to the Wen Family and explain things clearly for me, alright?"

The martial artist from the Wen Family naturally nodded his head vigorously, excited.

Wasn’t this an opportunity to escape?

"Still, merely agreeing in person isn’t sufficient for me to fully trust you, so perhaps..."

The Wen Family martial artist immediately covered his mouth, worried that Zhang San might drug him.

"Perhaps you could write it down. There is pen and paper right here, write it out and take it back with you. If you forget, simply read from it."

Only then did the Wen Family martial artist feel at ease.

At the same time, he also felt that it might not have been this Zhang San who caused the death of Master Wen Ruchu.

After all, this Zhang San appeared to be quite harmless.

If I take this letter back, I will speak well of you, right?

The Family Head is furiously angry because of Wen Ruchu’s death, and I wouldn’t dare to say these things out loud to him, but it’s perfect to write them down.

So, he began writing on the paper, documenting his encounter with Zhang San and discovering that Zhang San was a good person, not the murderer of Wen Ruchu, among other things.

After finishing, Zhang San patted his shoulder satisfactorily.

"Off you go, you may return now. I still need to sleep," he said.

The Wen Family martial artist had never imagined Zhang San would be so easygoing. Having folded the written paper neatly and tucked it into his chest, he headed straight for the door of Zhang San’s room, intending to leave.

"Don’t use the main door, it wouldn’t look good to be seen by others. Take the trouble to exit through the window instead," Zhang San said.

The Wen Family martial artist nodded in agreement, feeling that Zhang San was really considerate of him.

After the Wen Family martial artist had climbed out the window, a shadow emerged from within the shadows and looked at Zhang San coldly, asking, "You’re just letting him go?"

Zhang San walked to the door, opened it, and watching the other person jump onto the rooftops of the building diagonally opposite, he said to the shadow with a smile, "After all, I am a man of my word. If I say I won’t kill him, then I won’t."

With that, Zhang San stepped into the courtyard and, in the silent night, shouted loudly, "Assassins—"