"Someone like you thinks you're worthy?"
Fang Zheng looked contemptuously at the white-robed martial artist before him. The latter's face flushed red with anger, and he was about to step forward when an older martial artist beside him noticed the fan in Fang Zheng's hand. His expression changed drastically, and he grabbed his fellow disciple.
"Senior Brother! Don't act rashly. He's the Jade Faced Gentleman!"
"What?"
As soon as those words were spoken, most of the people in the tavern changed expression and turned to look at Fang Zheng.
It was no wonder they blanched at the mention of his name. As previously mentioned, Fang Zheng had built an enormous reputation in the Southern Martial World in a short time, though most of it was ill repute. Naturally, that reputation mostly stemmed from his ruthless methods when tracking down criminals.
For example, Night Demon Zhang San, the flower-picking thief who had once run rampant in Lingnan, had relied on his extraordinary talent and mysterious martial arts to commit countless crimes there, ruining innumerable innocent young women. Yet Fang Zheng had captured such a ghostlike figure, who came and went without a trace, with ease. Not only that, he had crippled the man's martial arts and paralyzed his entire body, leaving him no different from a useless cripple.
Then there were the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert, once infamous far and wide. Every one of them was a murderous fiend who killed without blinking. Fang Zheng had torn off their limbs, reducing them to human stumps, then used special methods to keep them alive, leaving them unable to live or die.
Basically, any criminal who encountered Fang Zheng did not even have the chance to die. This had caused many criminals to voluntarily turn themselves in for a time. After