Revenge Must Be Taken Overnight

"I remember there being a lake over there when I arrived. A Shun and the others get their water from there, so I'll head over and take care of this wolf while I'm at it."

It is wolf meat, after all; it shouldn't go to waste.

Arriving at the lakeside, Zhao Han scanned the area. Finding no one around, he began to process the Gray Wolf Corpse.

This was meat, and even if it was wolf meat, it was still edible.

For Zhao Han, who hadn't eaten meat in a long time and had the nutritional requirements of martial arts training, wolf meat was a great tonic.

He skinned it, severed the limbs, gutted the entrails, kept the kidneys, and washed away the blood until the gamey odor was mostly gone. Only then did he finish the job.

He found some large lotus leaves by the lake, wrapped the wolf meat and legs in them, and placed them into his Back Basket.

Next, he chopped some firewood to cover the wolf meat and to prove that he hadn't just been slacking off.

Retracing his steps, he returned to the kitchen by four in the afternoon. Everyone was busy as bees.

Stir-frying, chopping vegetables, cooking rice...

Zhao Han was quite content; he only needed to chop wood, as the cooking duties didn't fall to him.

He hid the wolf meat in the Wood Shed and continued to split the wood into smaller pieces.

During this time, when A Shun was slacking off outside, he saw Zhao Han return unscathed and felt a bit surprised, secretly thinking that Zhao Han had a lucky life.

There were no shortage of wild beasts in the Eastern Forest.

Zhao Han greeted A Shun normally and didn't mention encountering the beast.

Once A Shun went back to his chores, Zhao Han made his move.

He snuck through the window into the back of the Dormitory, took out the Black Wolf Fist Manual he had been carrying, and tucked it under A Shun's hard pillow, positioning it so that anyone lying on the inner side would see it at a glance.

I, Zhao Han, am not someone to be trifled with. Since you, A Shun, tried to set me up, I will pay you back tenfold. Revenge must be taken overnight!

After dinner, once everything was finished, Zhao Han took the opportunity to swipe a few Fire Starters from the kitchen.

He planned to head into the forest to chop wood tomorrow and bring along a wolf leg to roast and eat.

Afterward, like the others, he took out the Snake-Style Deft Hand and began to read.

Compared to the others, who were illiterate and struggled through the text, Zhao Han had it much easier.

He had received compulsory education, after all, and the characters in this world were largely the same as the Traditional Chinese characters from Blue Star. Recognizing the words posed no difficulty at all.

He pretended to read through it once until the sky turned dark, and everyone headed to the Dormitory to prepare for sleep.

A Shun lay calmly on the bed. Having been exhausted all day, he was just about to close his eyes and sleep when a Gang Member beside him suddenly reached out and yanked him up.

"What the hell are you doing?" A Shun said, his face full of dissatisfaction. Is this guy sick?

"What is this thing?" The Gang Member reached out and pulled the Black Wolf Fist from under A Shun's pillow, waving it around in mid-air.

The commotion here attracted quite a few nearby Gang Members, who all stood up one after another to look over.

"Black Wolf Fist! This is a martial art of the Black Wolf Gang!"

"How could this Black Wolf Fist appear here? Could it be..."

"A spy, he's definitely a spy sent by the Black Wolf Gang."

"Hurry and notify Leader Liu, there's a spy here!"

The crowd clamored, all of them looking like they were eager to watch the chaos unfold.

"What nonsense are you spouting? This isn't mine." A Shun's expression changed as he spoke up to defend himself, reaching out to try and grab the Black Wolf Fist.

"Still trying to destroy the evidence? Everyone come over and help me catch this spy." The Gang Member said with a sneer, pushing A Shun away.

The surrounding Gang Members immediately stepped forward, pinning A Shun down and rendering him unable to move.

"It's not mine, it's not mine..." A Shun was unable to clear his name, constantly trying to prove his innocence.

Soon, Leader Liu Gang walked into the dormitory with a grim expression.

The appearance of a Black Wolf Fist Manual among the Poisonous Snake Gang members, combined with the earlier attack on the mine by the Black Wolf Gang, left no doubt that this was clearly a spy sent by the Black Wolf Gang.

Standing in front of A Shun, Liu Gang said in a cold, chilling tone, "Are you the spy from the Black Wolf Gang?"

"Leader Liu, it's not me. I don't even know where this book came from..."

A Shun pleaded with a tearful voice, while Liu Gang took the Black Wolf Fist and flipped through it repeatedly.

"It is indeed Black Wolf Fist. Speak! What is your objective, and who else are your accomplices?" Liu Gang demanded sternly.

Inside the dormitory, several people heard the word "accomplices" and exchanged glances, their expressions turning nervous.

"I'm being framed, Leader Liu! I really don't know why this book appeared under my pillow..." A Shun had no idea where the Black Wolf Fist came from and could only continue to beg for mercy and plead his case.

Unfortunately, it was useless; Liu Gang's expression remained unchanged.

If an Elite Gang Member were holding it, one could argue they were just being greedy and trying to learn too many skills at once, and Liu Gang wouldn't have cared.

After all, Black Wolf Fist was common fare, and many people had practiced it.

But for an ordinary Gang Member who hadn't even mastered the Snake-Style Deft Hand to be keeping the Black Wolf Fist—that was clearly suspicious.

"Take him away. I want to interrogate him properly." Liu Gang waved his hand, and several gang members dragged him out.

"I'm innocent! I'm innocent..."

Liu Gang asked the gang member, "You were the one who discovered it?"

"It was me, sir."

"Good, you've done a great service. Keep up the good work!" Liu Gang patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

He left the gang member standing there with a dazed expression.

What about the reward? Was a verbal compliment all he was going to get?

He had uncovered a spy for the gang; that was a major contribution.

Was he being played? Was this really it?

In truth, Liu Gang was an experienced man; he knew full well that A Shun had been framed.

Unless someone was a complete idiot, they wouldn't leave the Black Wolf Fist manual under their pillow where it would be so obviously exposed.

A person like that couldn't be a spy.

He also knew that among the ordinary gang members, and even the elite members of the Poisonous Snake Gang, there were many informants from the Black Wolf Gang.

Likewise, the Black Wolf Gang had plenty of their own informants from the Poisonous Snake Gang.

The dormitory returned to normal, with only Wang Dawei and a few others in the kitchen sighing repeatedly.

It wasn't that they pitied A Shun; they all despised him. No one would pity a turncoat who bit the hand that fed him.

It was just that with one less person, everyone in the kitchen had to take on more work.

"Where's Li Er? Why is Li Er missing?"

Zhao Da, who was somewhat dark and short, asked from beside Zhao Han's bunk.

Zhang San, who worked with Li Er, said with a sorrowful expression:

"Sigh, I don't know what happened. Li Er offended the Hall Master. I heard his screams with my own ears, and when I went in, he was already a corpse, his backside a bloody mess."

"Ah..." Zhao Da and Zhao Han exchanged a look, unable to believe it.

Fair skin, relatively good-looking, and a bloody mess on his backside—when these three things were put together, combined with the rumors of 'pouring tea and serving water'...

Zhao Han immediately felt his sphincter tighten.

Sure enough, in these chaotic times, even a man might not be able to keep his innocence.

Zhao Da and Zhang San didn't think much of it; in their eyes, Li Er had died simply because he offended the Hall Master.

It was just an accident that he'd been hit in the backside.

This job of "pouring tea and serving water" was no easy task; one slip of attention and you could lose your head.

"Sigh, good luck to you." Zhao Da patted Zhang San on the shoulder, feeling satisfied with his own short, dark stature for the first time.

Inside a dilapidated tent, A Shun was tied to a wooden frame while Liu Gang and two Elite Gang Members were interrogating him.

"Speak up, who is the mole?" Liu Gang held a leather whip, slowly slapping it against his palm with a beaming smile.

"Boss, I'm innocent, I'm innocent..." A Shun's voice was thick with tears as he kept pleading his innocence.

"Heh, how could you be innocent? With both witnesses and physical evidence present, you are the mole."

"I am really not the mole..."

"Still daring to be stubborn? Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, take the whips and beat him until he confesses!"