Locals Are Quite Polite

Jili Pier.

This was territory under their Hall Master's jurisdiction. After last night's bloody battle, the pier was still operating as usual. A group of dockworkers were sweating, diligently unloading cargo.

As a mere underling of the gang, his daily job was to wander around the pier with nothing better to do.

"Brother Lin, why did you leave last night? You have no idea, the Hall Master led us to eat and drink like kings, and there were women too."

"Women?"

Lin Fan was taken aback. As far as he knew, their Hall Master wasn't that generous; there was no way he would find them women.

"Heh, yes, women, but we could only look, not touch. They were the Hall Master's mistresses."

Hearing this.

Lin Fan was unfazed. Their Hall Master was a bit lecherous. As far as he knew, the Hall Master already had a family, with a son and a daughter, but the Hall Master just couldn't control himself. He had several mistresses.

During this time, he had only seen two.

Sigh.

Lin Fan had nothing to say about this. This Hall Master had no ambition at all. There were five Hall Masters in the Loyalty Hall in total. If you were to ask who had the smallest territory and the fewest subordinates?

It would definitely be their Hall Master, Wang Changhai.

Otherwise, the Fierce Tiger Gang's Yuan Jiang wouldn't have brought people to snatch Jili Pier.

"Oh right, Brother Lin, this is for you."

"What?"

Lin Fan looked and saw shredded silver, blackened and full of bite marks. It looked like at least half a tael.

"Heh, the Hall Master gave it last night. The first few people who made a move got a hundred coins each, while you guys got half a tael of shredded silver each. Honestly, I haven't seen silver in ages."

The person speaking was named Wu Yong. He had joined the gang a little later than Lin Fan. Sometimes, when he encountered things he didn't understand, he would ask Lin Fan. Thus, the two of them became familiar with each other.

In the gang, Wu Yong was the closest to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan chuckled and took the shredded silver, putting it in his pocket. He asked, "By the way, where did that Iron Fist King Chen Niu go last night?"

He thought of Iron Fist King Chen Niu, who could break wooden sticks with his bare arms without feeling any pain. He still thought he was a master of martial arts, at least having practiced Iron Body martial arts, but he hadn't cultivated it high enough, and was taken down by his stick.

Therefore, he wouldn't let go of any clues related to martial arts.

To establish himself here, relying on others was useless. He could only rely on himself. True strength came from being strong oneself.

When he first transmigrated, his cheat hadn't activated yet. His idea was simple: take things one step at a time. If he could make something of himself, he would work hard.

If he couldn't, he planned to rely on his body, see which family was looking for a live-in son-in-law, and marry into their family. It didn't matter what the woman looked like; with the lights off at night, he'd still get the job done.

First, make a better life for himself.

But later, his cheat appeared, and his thoughts truly changed. He wanted to learn martial arts, cultivate immortality, and be superior to others.

Yet, two months had passed.

He still had no clue, and he was truly anxious.

Wu Yong said, "Speaking of that guy, I saw him when I first arrived. He had just walked towards the city gate not long ago. I think he's trying to run."

Knowing the other party's whereabouts, Lin Fan patted Wu Yong's shoulder. "I'm leaving for a bit. Help me cover for me."

After speaking, he turned and headed towards the city gate.

"Brother Lin, Lin..."

Outside the city, on the official road.

Chen Niu, who had been so imposing at the pier last night, eating hot pot in the dark, was walking along the road in a sorry state. One of his arms was fixed with a bamboo splint.

He was still thinking about what had happened last night.

The front was clearly blocked.

How could the back not be blocked?

He was very confident in his iron arms. He had trained them with great difficulty.

Twenty taels.

Gone just like that.

Just then, Chen Niu felt like someone was behind him.

"Hey."

A voice came.

Chen Niu turned around in confusion. Suddenly, his pupils contracted. A wooden stick was swung down from above. Startled, he instinctively raised his intact arm.

Bang!

"Ah..."

Chen Niu collapsed on the ground, screaming, "It's broken, it's broken."

His mind went blank, completely unaware of what had happened. He was on the official road, not some country path, so how could there be bandits?

"Please spare me, big brother, spare me."

Chen Niu felt like crying but had no tears. He felt like ever since last night's incident, bad luck had clung to him. I've already left Yong'an City, how can I still be this unlucky?

At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the wooden stick in his hand, which was cracking and about to break, further confirming his suspicions.

He glanced around.

No one was in sight.

Without a second thought, he grabbed Chen Niu's ankle and dragged him towards the small grove of trees.

"Let me go."

"Don't hurt me, whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

Chen Niu begged, desperately wishing someone would witness the brutality and step in to save him from this dire situation. However, even as the darkness ahead enveloped half his body, no one came to his rescue.

In the small grove.

Chen Niu trembled all over, looking pitifully at Lin Fan before him.

He had absolutely no impression of this person.

"Do you want to die, or live?" Lin Fan asked.

"Live, I want to live."

The moment the other party spoke, Chen Niu was so scared he almost lost his soul. How ruthless! Asking directly about life and death. What was going on with the public security in Yong'an City? It was terrible.

"It's easy to live, hand over the martial arts manual," Lin Fan said.

"Huh?"

Chen Niu had expected the other party to make some outrageous demand, even preparing himself to sacrifice his dignity. But he never imagined that the first thing asked would completely bewilder him.

Martial arts... manual?

What kind of nonsense is that?

"Hmm? It seems you want to die," Lin Fan said coldly.

"No, no, big brother, I really don't have any martial arts manuals. Aren't those things from storybooks?" Chen Niu quickly replied, afraid of being beaten to death with a stick if he spoke too late.

Lin Fan frowned. He hadn't expected the other party to be so stubborn. Without another word, he reached out.

"Big brother, don't do that, I'm a man, I'm not into that."

Chen Niu was terrified as he was being felt up, believing his reputation was ruined today. He was about to be assaulted by this perverted man, a horrifying act that would break through gender and moral boundaries.

A moment later.

Lin Fan looked at Chen Niu, whose clothes were disheveled, feeling very disappointed. What was going on? He really didn't have one. Logically, someone who was homeless and wandered everywhere would definitely keep something as important as a martial arts manual on them.

Now that he had searched the entire body, he hadn't even found a corner of it.

At this moment, Chen Niu curled up like a wronged young bride, timidly looking at Lin Fan.

"I'm asking you, how did you train your arm to be able to break a stick? And I saw that when your arm was hit, you didn't feel any pain at all. How did you do it?" Lin Fan asked.

"Big brother, you get used to it."

"Used to it?"

"Yes, I'm homeless and often get hit with sticks when I'm out. Over time, if someone swings a stick at me, I have to raise my arm to block, right? It hurt a lot at first, but after a long time, I got used to it. Look, the skin on this arm is as rough as tree bark."

"...!!!"

He couldn't accept such an explanation, but looking at the sincere gaze of the other party, it didn't seem like he was lying.

Seeing that the other party still suspected him, Chen Niu quickly swore to the heavens.

"Big brother, every word I say is the truth. If there's half a lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death. I just relied on my arm being thick and tough enough to barely earn the title of Iron Fist King. Besides, where are martial arts in this world? If there really were martial arts, someone would have opened a school and made a fortune by now."

Lin Fan looked at Chen Niu, then at the realm displayed on his panel.

I don't understand.

Who is it that controls martial arts so strictly that they don't even allow ordinary people to know of its existence.

Who?

Who is it?

Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, Lin Fan took out all the copper coins he had and placed them in front of the other party.

"Sorry, I didn't know you really didn't have it. Take these copper coins to treat your injuries."

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother."

Chen Niu repeatedly expressed his gratitude, thinking this person was quite nice. He knew he had hit him wrongly, and not only apologized but also paid for medical expenses.

The locals are quite nice.

After Lin Fan left, Chen Niu picked up the copper coins with his seemingly broken but actually intact hand. Enduring the pain, he got up, tidied his clothes, and stumbled out of the small grove.

As for what just happened, he wasn't angry at all.

They just got it wrong.

They've already apologized and compensated.

What more do they want?