Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 354 - 337: What the Hell Does He Call You!?

Chapter 354: Chapter 337: What the Hell Does He Call You!?

"Brother San, since you brought me here to enjoy the excitement, then these evil ghosts tonight must have been arranged by you."

Although Han Baiwen’s combat strength wasn’t very strong, Zhang San had once used evil ghosts to rescue them from the Town Martial Office’s prison, so he was aware of Zhang San’s ability to command ghosts and gods.

"This man had an affair with his own daughter-in-law, but the crime shouldn’t go that far."

Zhang San smiled and nodded, then retold the story of how the old master of the Feng Family had saved Jin Xiang, only for Jin Xiang to repay kindness with ingratitude.

After hearing the story, Han Baiwen was so angry he ground his teeth, and his fists cracked with tension.

"Brother San, although my strength is average, taking care of the despicable people in Jin Mansion won’t be a problem."

Zhang San glanced at Han Baiwen with disdain and said coldly, "Han, don’t always think about violence! Can’t you be gentle like me?"

Han Baiwen murmured, "But... Brother San, Jin Xiang is really too detestable!"

Zhang San sighed and said, "I know he deserves death, but the Great Sui has laws. Why not hand them over to the law?"

"But you said it yourself, the reason Jin Xiang succeeded was by colluding with Shen Wen, who is the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture! Believing in the law, you might as well believe that I am the most orthodox successor of Legalism!"

Zhang San laughed, "That’s why I’ve already taken down Shen Wen. The current Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture is Second Master Shen from the Legalism families."

"Shen Erxian?"

"Oh? You know him?"

Han Baiwen curled his lips and spoke softly, "Brother San, I’m here in the Capital as the representative of my sect. If I didn’t know a bit about the Capital, could they have sent me here?"

"So if you are informed, you don’t need my help to find you a livelihood."

"No, no, no... Being informed is one thing, food and drink is another. I still need Brother San to think of a solution."

Zhang San, looking at the sky that was about to brighten and the faint impression of a waning moon about to set in the west, suddenly thought of a longbow and then the Baili Family.

"Speaking of livelihoods, I just had a great idea. How about I let you enter the Town Demon Office through the Town Martial Office?"

"Ah!?"

Han Baiwen was shocked and quickly objected, "Brother San, I know that the relationship between the Town Martial Office and Town Demon Office isn’t very good. If you introduce me to the Town Demon Office, won’t they devour me?"

Zhang San gestured dismissively and said, "Not necessarily. Think about it, if my relationship with the Town Demon Office is bad, would they believe I’d introduce a true friend to them? They wouldn’t. Maybe they’ll treat you exceptionally well!"

Han Baiwen was dumbfounded.

"Brother San, by your logic, if you offend someone or a family, and then you introduce someone to them, they would treat that person well? You’re just making fun of me!"

Zhang San retorted, "So, if I introduce you to someone I’m on good terms with, and they know you’re my man, they will definitely keep a close eye on you! You don’t know how many people I’ve offended in the Capital recently. Come on, let’s go to the Government Office of the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture. My relationship with Second Master Shen is not bad. Let him give you a job."

Saying this, Zhang San jumped down from the eaves and walked toward the gate of Jin City Fang.

Zhang San estimated that by the time he arrived, the gate would probably be open.

Han Baiwen followed behind Zhang San with a look of resignation.

"Speaking of which, I have a few other enemies in the Capital. How about I give you their information and you see which family you could mingle in? If you could help me turn enemies into friends, wouldn’t that be beneficial?"

Han Baiwen chuckled and said, "Brother San, are you overestimating me?"

Zhang San laughed and replied, "You must have some special skills or abilities that I don’t know about. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent you to the Capital."

Zhang San knew that being in charge of the Heavenly Punishment Sect in the Capital was basically equivalent to controlling all the power of the sect in the Capital Region Road.

Such a person, regardless of combat strength, must definitely have great capabilities.

How many roads does the entire Great Sui have?

Being in charge of the Capital Region Road was not as simple as just controlling one road.

Therefore, Zhang San always felt that he had underestimated Han Baiwen initially.

But what exactly Han Baiwen was capable of was something Zhang San did not know, so he deliberately used conversation to probe, but up until now, he hadn’t discovered anything.

"Brother San, can’t you find me a job that doesn’t require much work, allows me to conveniently do some things in secret, and also pays well?"

Zhang San turned back and sighed at Han Baiwen, "How about I find a Taoist temple, and enshrine you there? I feel that’s the only suitable job for you in all of Daxing City!"

"Or, I see which family lacks an ancestor. Right, I have a feud with the Han Family among the four families of Legalism, should I set you up there to be enshrined as their ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, Han Baiwen’s face darkened, and he fell silent.

Just then, the gate of Jin City Fang was just opening, and Zhang San led Han Baiwen out of Jin City Fang towards the direction of the Government Office of the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture.

Zhang San knew that arranging for someone at the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture’s Government Office wouldn’t be a problem.

Although he could arrange it through Shen Bao, this way, very few outsiders would know about the relationship between himself and Han Baiwen.

But then, it would involve Shen Bao, and if one day Han Baiwen’s identity were exposed, he might create trouble for the Shen Family instead.

So, it was better to go directly to Shen Erxian.

Zhang San walked on with Han Baiwen without noticing that they were being followed.

However, as they approached the Government Office of the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture, Han Baiwen suddenly sensed that something was not quite right.

"Brother San, it seems we are being followed."

Zhang San couldn’t help but be stunned, his brow slightly furrowed.

Although he had offended quite a few people in the Capital, he hadn’t been doing anything sneaky, so why would someone be tracking him?

"How many people? What kind of people are they?"

"This is a technique I learned from my master. It can sense how many people have been lingering around me. The move was originally created to prevent other beggars from stealing his money, and I’ve adapted it for counter-tracking."

While Zhang San admired Han Baiwen for being indeed talented, he also had a vague feeling that something wasn’t right.

Because no matter who it was, there really was no reason to be tracking him in broad daylight.

Especially now that he and Han Baiwen were walking on the main road.

"What’s the strength of the person following us?"

"Very weak."

"Then let’s first try to shake them off. After that, we can circle back and capture a tongue to ask."

As he spoke, Zhang San pulled Han Baiwen and directly entered a nearby residential compound.

The person who was following them naturally hurried into the compound as well.

"Brother San, the pursuer is quite skilled. We managed to shake them off just now, but they’ve found us again, and it’s along the route we took. They must have used some sort of tracking technique or one that can detect our presence."

Hearing this, Zhang San’s eyebrows knitted tighter, feeling that the situation had become even grimmer.

Zhang San pulled Han Baiwen and immediately started walking onto a street crowded with people, while asking, "Are there many of them? If not, we’ll capture one for questioning. If there are too many, the two of us will have to..."

Zhang San had just walked with Han Baiwen out of the alley and onto the street, only to find that the normally bustling street was now completely deserted.

Even nearby breakfast stalls still had their deep-fried pastries sizzling away, but the people who ran them were nowhere to be seen.

Zhang San inwardly cursed, just about to turn around, when he noticed two people following up from the alley behind him.

And from both sides of the street, suddenly, a lot of people rushed out.

In an instant, Zhang San and Han Baiwen were surrounded.

In a low voice, Zhang San said to Han Baiwen, "I have quite a few enemies in the Capital, but no matter who it is, they shouldn’t be killing people in the street at this hour! So don’t worry too much. If someone asks, you just say you’re a creditor of mine from Chuan-Yu Road. You saw me passing through the Capital and I’m about to take you to fetch the money to pay you back."

Faced with danger, Zhang San still decided to first dissociate Han Baiwen from the situation.

Zhang San, with an aggressive aura, stepped forward and said, "Town Martial Office’s Zhang San, may I inquire who you all are...?"

Whoosh—

Before Zhang San could finish speaking, the people who had rushed out around him suddenly knelt down.

"Han Family, your humble servant welcomes the return of the Young Master!"

Then, a cavalry troop came galloping from afar, and those kneeling on the ground immediately made way.

The horse riders dismounted after coming in and, like the others, knelt down toward Zhang San.

"Greetings to Sixth Master, welcome back!"

At this moment, Zhang San turned back to look at Han Baiwen, who wore a face of silent embarrassment.

Then, two sedan chairs were carried in.

An old man with white hair and beard got out of the front sedan chair and walked very enthusiastically toward Zhang San.

Just as Zhang San was about to greet him with hands clasped, the man didn’t even look at him and instead went in front of Han Baiwen, and with a thump, knelt down.

"Han Mingshi, welcomes the return of the Sixth Master—"

As the old man spoke, his voice choked with emotion, and the next moment, he began to wipe away tears that fell like pearls.

"Sixth Uncle—The Han Family has waited for you for so long—You’ve... finally returned—"

Han Baiwen looked at Zhang San, a face full of awkwardness as he said, "Brother San, about this..."

"Wait a minute! Don’t call me Brother San just yet."

Zhang San remembered the name Han Mingshi.

There were famous people with the surname Han in the Capital, but there was only one named Han Mingshi—that was the Family Head of the Legalist Han Family!

"Han, tell me, what did he just call you?"

At that moment, a guard at the Spiritual Platform Realm furiously said to Zhang San, "How dare you! This is our Han Family’s Sixth Master, not someone you can address so casually!"

Slap!

Han Baiwen rushed over and slapped the man across the face.

"How do you speak to my Brother San!"

The guard at the Spiritual Platform Realm, originally wanting to show loyalty before the Family Head and Sixth Master, never expected to be slapped by the Sixth Master himself.

After slapping him, Han Baiwen stepped in front of Zhang San, still wearing an awkward expression, and said, "Brother San, it’s not that I’ve been hiding it from you. It’s just that no one would believe this identity if I mentioned it. Besides, I left home in the first place because I didn’t agree with the Han Family’s philosophy. Why should a person rely on their parents’ achievements? I wanted to make it on my own! So... well... it’s me, the Han Family’s Sixth Master!"