Several screams rang out beside the main road.
"Ah, my face! Don't hit my face! Ah!!"
"Stop hitting me! I'll give you all my money!"
"Have mercy, hero! Spare me!"
Several young martial heroes, clearly new to the jianghu, were now bruised and swollen. They handed over every last possession they had.
"That's more like it. This road was opened by me, and these trees were planted by me..."
Wang Fugui gave his broad axe a satisfied swing, then punched the first young hero who had spoken right in the face. He took the fellow's purse, embroidered with gold and silver thread, and only then was satisfied. He hummed a couple of lines. "You're lucky today. If you were near my Niutou Mountain, a few of my brothers would've dragged you pretty little white faces off for a bit of fun... Now get lost!"
He kicked one unlucky fellow who was running the slowest, sending him stumbling. The man scrambled away on all fours, surely wishing his parents had given him two more legs.
"Tsk, tsk..."
Once the men had vanished into the distance, Wang Fugui counted his spoils, quite pleased. "They're all fat sheep... This place really is swimming in riches. Too bad I can't move the whole stronghold over here..."
"Heh heh! I've got money for drinks and brothels again today!"
Wang Fugui tossed the money pouch in his hand. "I wonder how Brother Fang Yuan is doing..."
But on his way back, he suddenly saw a group of martial artists charging toward him, all looking furious. At their head were the very fat sheep he'd robbed earlier.
"It's that black-faced bastard! Don't let him get away!"
The bruised and swollen sheep glared at him, their eyes practically ablaze.
"Yikes, time to skedaddle!"
Wang Fugui's eyes darted about.