Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 317 - 303: I Am Just the Messenger of Justice!

Chapter 317: Chapter 303: I Am Just the Messenger of Justice!

Under the moonlight, Shen Bao tiptoed to the door of his grandfather’s room.

The last time he had approached his grandfather’s room with such caution was when he had stolen money for a lavish feast with friends.

Shen Bao looked at the pitch-dark room, then slipped the folded paper into the crack above the door.

That way, his grandfather would see it as soon as he opened the door.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Shen Erxian suddenly opened his eyes and engaged the Sixfold Scrutiny to observe his clumsy, foolish son’s actions outside.

What’s he doing, slipping a note under my door in the middle of the night?

Shen Erxian couldn’t understand it, always feeling that although his son was undoubtedly his own flesh and blood, the boy was nothing like him.

I’m so clever; how could my son turn out so dim-witted?

It would be fine if he were just foolish, but he’s also fat, nothing like me—intelligent, wise, and handsome.

Shen Erxian shook his head slightly, his three chins wobbling for a good while before coming to a rest.

Meanwhile, Zhang San left the Shen family and headed straight for the Shang family.

Having located Shang Bufa’s room, Zhang San slipped the important intelligence he had prepared earlier through the gap beneath the door, then turned to leave.

Just then, the voice of an elderly man suddenly rang out.

"Young man, are you here to deliver something?"

Zhang San was startled, turned his head, and realized that, without knowing when, an elderly figure enveloped in an overcoat was approaching him with a bowl of soup.

Zhang San clasped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "It’s my fault for my inadequate skills; my footsteps were too loud and disturbed the Family Head, for which I deeply apologize."

The old man uttered an "Oh," and looked at Zhang San with interest before asking, "How can you be so sure that I am the head of the Shang family?"

Zhang San replied, "Just like the Han Family, the middle generation of the Shang family isn’t up to par. Therefore, it falls to you elders to toil late into the night. Hence, in order to alleviate your burdens, I’ve brought something good for Shang Bufa."

The Family Head of the Shang family chuckled and pointed to a nearby pavilion, leading Zhang San over.

After the two of them sat down, the Shang family head set down his bowl of soup and asked curiously, "What good thing? May I see it?"

"Of course."

Zhang San took out his promotional leaflet and handed it to the Shang family head.

The family head then carefully read the contents of the paper, while Zhang San picked up the bowl of ginseng soup, took a few sips, and smacked his lips.

"Family Head, your cook isn’t up to scratch! The Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture, Shen Wen’s cooks are good. The ginseng soup I had there was much tastier than yours."

The Shang family head’s face darkened. How did his soup disappear while he was distracted with a piece of paper?

However, at this moment, the Shang family head wasn’t in the mood to fuss over a bowl of soup.

After all, it was just a bowl of soup.

By comparison, the content on the paper he held was much more significant.

"Is everything mentioned on this true?"

Zhang San nodded and said with a smile, "Of course. Family Head, if Shen Wen’s family is raided, maybe you’ll have the chance to buy their cook and have some good soup made for you. You work so hard; you should eat and drink well."

The Shang family head set down the paper and looked at Zhang San, asking, "Are you so certain that Shen Wen will be raided?"

Zhang San nodded and said, "Of course. How about we make a bet? If Shen Wen isn’t imprisoned within three days and his family isn’t raided within seven, I lose, and I’ll treat you to dinner. Otherwise, you invite me as a guest on your birthday; although I can’t afford a present, I would still sit in the seat of honor."

The Shang family head laughed.

"Alright! I do want to interact more with you younger folks."

Zhang San stood up, clasped his hands, and said, "Then I must take my leave now. There are a few other places where I need to post some things."

The Shang family head nodded at the paper in his hand and said with a smile, "Then be careful out there."

Zhang San expressed his gratitude and then departed.

After Zhang San had left, the Shang family head lifted his hand, and two shadows emerged from a hiding place and came over.

"The two of you go and protect that young man; he must be that Zhang San from the Town Martial Office."

"Family Head, he never mentioned his name; how can you be so sure it’s Zhang San?"

The head of the Shang family responded with a faint smile, "In the whole of Daxing City, there wouldn’t be a young person who could see me, recognize me, and remain so composed. And to bring benefits to Shang Bufa? Shang Bufa never had such a friend before; this Zhang San, however, is half likely. Go, I fear this lad might die at the hands of someone else along the way."

"Yes!"

Two subordinates quickly left.

After Zhang San left the Shang family, he passed by the Ministry of Personnel’s entrance, where he stuck up over a dozen papers on the outer wall, then quickly departed, heading straight for the Ministry of Punishment.

Arriving at the Ministry of Punishment, Zhang San stealthily infiltrated the premises and finally arrived at Shen Wei’s office. There he placed the prepared half of the intelligence information right in the center of Shen Wei’s desk, with something to weigh it down, and then he left.

Of course, to prevent Shen Wei from sitting on the matter, Zhang San also stuck about twenty papers on both the entrance wall and the door of the Ministry of Punishment as he departed.

In the end, Zhang San made his way to the final stop on this journey—the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office.

Zhang San didn’t understand. "Shen Wen, you’re the very Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture; I killed someone from the Ministry of Punishment, not someone from your family. Why are you making things difficult for me?

Principal Officer Sun made things difficult for me, and he should be feeling quite upset now.

Bai Yucheng also wanted to make things difficult for me, and now, let alone ashes, his soul has scattered to the winds."

People nowadays just don’t understand the value of peace and harmony."

As Zhang San thought to himself, he began sticking papers up and down the doors and surrounding walls of the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office.

After all, people working inside the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office could not possibly be completely ignorant about Shen Wen’s affairs.

Meanwhile, Shen Wen, who had been anxiously awaiting the entire evening inside the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office, glanced over at the messenger dispatched from the Crown Prince’s Horse Washer, Yun Shengxu.

A nearby martial artist yawned and also glanced at Shen Wen.

"Magistrate, you said Zhang San might come to steal information, but we’ve been watching all night, and it’s nearly dawn."

Shen Wen also felt helpless. He believed that Zhang San would not just let things lie.

Zhang San, wanting to acquire information about the deceased, could only come to him; since no one from the Town Martial Office came to him, it was clear that Zhang San was not well-liked within their ranks, and he must be planning something.

Hence, this time Shen Wen had invited the Crown Prince’s men to help, waiting for Zhang San to attempt the theft and then to capture him outright.

Just then, another martial artist in the room suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked towards the front entrance of the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office.

"There’s someone outside the main gate, seems like they’re putting up something."

Shen Wen had a premonition that it was Zhang San.

"Let’s go! Let’s all have a look! And yes, leave a couple of people hiding near the archives room."

Shen Wen led his men as they suddenly charged out from inside the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office, only to see Zhang San, his face covered, sticking something onto the stone lions at the entrance.

"Audacious Zhang San! You dare to run wild at the entrance to the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office in the dead of night!"

Shen Wen was also a martial artist, with cultivation at the True Core Realm of the Five Emperors’ Proper Position.

At this moment his voice was filled with vigor, aimed at ensuring that everyone nearby who could hear would know that it was Zhang San who instigated this incident.

Zhang San replied with a cold laugh, "Who is Zhang San? I am merely a righteous messenger!"

By this time, both the government officers from within the Magistrate of Metropolitan Prefecture’s Government Office and the few martial artists sent by the Crown Prince had already surrounded Zhang San.

Shen Wen snorted coldly.

"Whoever you are, once we capture you, we’ll find out!"

Zhang San glanced around at the people and said, "You had better all be Shen Wen’s trusted confidants, so that after you’re dead your families might receive a pension. Don’t end up like Zheng Zaisuang from the Ministry of Punishment or Han Yanxia, both of whom died, but the person who killed them didn’t face any consequences."

At that remark, the government officers who initially wanted to swarm in all took steps back.

At that moment, even the people sent by the Crown Prince hesitated.

Zheng Zaisuang of the Zheng family and Han Yanxia of the Han family — offspring of prominent clans both of them, yet they died and Zhang San faced no repercussions; if it were them, would their deaths also be in vain?

For a time, everyone stood their ground.

Boom boom boom boom!

At that moment, the sound of drums began to rise within the city.

The sun was rising in the east, dawn was breaking, and the darkness was about to dissipate...