Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 99: My name is Fang Cunzai!

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: My name is Fang Cunzai!

Zhang San was driving the carriage while singing, Wei was riding a horse up front, and Ling was inside the carriage "watching over" Xu.

Following the main road, they arrived at an inn and stopped at its entrance.

There had not been any danger along the way.

Although the martial artists of Chuan-Yu Road had been somewhat chaotic recently, for Zhang San, as long as he turned the living into the dead, there would be no danger at all.

The only potential danger was that he kept calling for Ling to take action, and Ling was getting close to turning on him.

Fortunately, they had finally found a place to eat.

The four of them ordered a table full of food at the inn, and they even ordered extra for the road.

"Noble guests, be careful out there. There are quite a lot of bandits and robbers around these parts, and it’s not very peaceful,"

the waiter said kindly as he brought over a big bag of takeaway food for them.

Zhang San couldn’t help but be curious and asked, "Then why don’t they come and rob the inn directly? There are lots of people here; it would be hitting the jackpot."

The waiter’s face darkened as he thought to himself: What does that mean? Are we running a shady operation here?

That’s when Wei explained, "That’s because you don’t understand. If the inn isn’t safe either, then the number of travelers on this road would greatly decrease. The bandits and robbers would only be able to rob villages, which would be easier to encounter resistance, and they might end up with less loot."

"On the contrary, if inns along the road can stay open, it means that passing traders can still make money, and thus this ’cash flow’ won’t dry up."

Hearing this, the waiter gave a bitter smile and said with a sense of helplessness, "It’s strange to say, but these bandits and robbers can understand something that some officials fail to grasp."

Zhang San looked at the waiter with great vigilance. Although this place is an inn and not a tea house, with so many people around, shouldn’t there be a sign that says "Do Not Discuss State Affairs"? It’s brazen!

While they were eating, suddenly, a burst of crazy laughter came from outside.

Zhang San felt the voice sounded familiar, then Wei immediately dashed outside.

Only then did Zhang San realize that it was the Qiongqi from the Town Martial Office.

If it was coming towards them, it was clear that someone was passing information to them.

Indeed, Wei quickly came back and whispered, "Third Miss Gan just sent a message; Fang Cunzai is on our tail."

"Ah!?"

Zhang San, with a puzzled face, asked, "Doesn’t this person have to work?"

"Work? You just charged up there last time and finished it in one go. I bet he’s found out about your affairs and is coming after you. Clean up your backside and wait for it!"

Ling said with a mischievous smile.

Zhang San grinned, feeling this was going to be tricky.

Wei quickly added more fuel to the fire.

"It’s okay if you don’t want others to find out about Xu’s situation; even if he finds out, he might possibly keep quiet. But the problem is with you!"

Zhang San’s smile turned even more bitter.

After all, when Bai Yucheng died, only he and Third Miss Gan were sober.

Fang Cunzai surely couldn’t beat Third Miss Gan.

After all, Third Miss Gan was able to exchange several moves with Bai Yucheng, whose strength was on par with the Purple Mansion Realm, and was overwhelmingly stronger than Ling, who could kill Fang Cunzai with her techniques.

It followed that Third Miss Gan could kill Fang Cunzai within a few exchanges.

But being in the True Core Realm himself, if Fang Cunzai came looking for trouble, he really wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Xu sighed and said in a low voice, "Zhang San, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault that you got dragged into this."

Zhang San waved his hand, with an unconcerned expression, "What’s all this ’you’ and ’I’? We’re in this together."

Although Zhang San appeared relaxed, his eyes were darting around as if he was concocting some devious plan.

"Eh? Among these bandits and robbers around us, are there any martial artists?"

Zhang San suddenly asked.

Wei shook his head, explaining to Zhang San, "Usually, no. Ordinary people become bandits and robbers, and that’s a matter for the local County Magistrate and Governor. But once there are martial artists involved, our Town Martial Office is authorized to act! So no martial artist seeks that kind of death."

"However... it’s usually martial artists who round up a bunch of people to act as bandits and robbers, collecting tribute from them periodically. Only when they encounter a tough nut that they can’t deal with does the martial artist behind them take action."

Zhang San thought for a moment, then pressed, "So if someone were to wipe out these robbers, would the martial artist behind them definitely make a move?"

Wei shook his head and said, "It all depends on the disparity in strength. If the strength is lesser, they would act; if greater, they wouldn’t intervene; and if the numbers are high, attacking with superior numbers is also a strong possibility."

Hearing this, the corner of Zhang San’s mouth turned up slightly.

"I’ve finished eating. I’m going to ask the inn’s servant some questions. You go ahead, I’ll catch up quickly."

Zhang San said this and stood up, pulling a servant aside to a deserted spot in the inn’s backyard. He took a small piece of gold from his bosom and stuffed it into the servant’s hand.

"Whereabouts nearby are there bandits and robbers? You must know about this, right?"

The servant had an embarrassed expression as he begged for mercy, "Sir, how would I know about things like this? I’m just a servant, and issues to do with bandits and robbers, I—"

Clang—

Before the servant could finish, Zhang San’s Horizontal Blade was already at the other person’s neck.

"I’m going to ask you a question, answer correctly, and you won’t have to die. Which is harder, your neck or my blade?"

The servant was on the verge of tears, and he said frantically, "Please spare me... the blade... the blade is harder... definitely harder... my neck is flesh... the blade... the blade is hard!"

Zhang San let out a cold laugh, shook his head, and moved closer to the servant’s face, "I don’t believe you; I think your neck is harder! I want to test it..."

"I’ll talk... I’ll talk... Follow the main road southwest for no more than fifteen miles and you’ll find a group of robbers, I don’t know how many; then towards—"

Zhang San remembered the locations of several groups of bandits and robbers nearby that the servant mentioned, and he finally let the servant go.

To operate an inn on such unsafe roads, how could the owner of this inn not have some connections? And how could the servants here be completely ignorant about the bandits and robbers?

Now knowing where they all were, Zhang San headed straight for the nearest group of robbers.

However, along the way, Zhang San picked a lot of leaves and thin branches from trees, creating something resembling a floral wreath that he fitted over his face. He then cast the Technique Grasses and Trees into Soldiers.

Grasses and Trees into Soldiers transformed grass and trees into the appearance of soldiers, but their combat strength was weak and depended on what kind of fighting capability the caster left within them.

Now, Zhang San was only activating part of Grasses and Trees into Soldiers’ effect and combining it with the wreath on his face to change his appearance.

He had used this tactic before when he came out of the Ghost Domain and used it to scare Bai Yucheng.

Even though making complicated facial expressions could break the Technique, at the moment, Zhang San had no need for expressions.

Before long, Zhang San encountered the first group of robbers and charged at them, unleashing a fierce beating.

The Blade Technique he had learned from Big Head Wang was easily dominating the twenty or so bandits present.

Even after defeating them, Zhang San searched the bandits and took all the valuables from their bodies.

Looking at the bandits sprawled on the ground, writhing in pain and screaming, the always expressionless Zhang San just said lightly.

"From now on, no matter how much you guys loot, I’ll take ninety percent. Remember my name—Fang Cunzai!"