Tracking

"Smack, smack, smack." The sound of bamboo slats striking flesh rang out without pause.

Inside the room, Chen Xun's entire body was coated in a black medicinal paste.

A burly man held a bamboo slat and continuously struck Chen Xun from head to toe under his instructions.

After a full hour, the burly man finally stopped, his hands trembling.

By then, only a thin layer of the black paste remained on Chen Xun's body. The rest had been absorbed by his flesh.

"Thanks for the effort."

Chen Xun said to the burly man.

Then he took a one-qian silver bead from the money pouch beside him and handed it over. "The payment I promised you."

"Thank you, sir."

The burly man respectfully extended his trembling hands and accepted the silver bead.

He knew exactly how strong he was. An ordinary person could be knocked unconscious by one of his full-force blows.

Yet this monster before him had endured a thick bamboo slat striking him with full force for half an hour, and nothing had happened to him.

It was simply beyond his understanding, leaving him both awed and terrified of Chen Xun.

For the first time in his life, he discovered that beating someone was no easier than hauling cargo.

"Come here again tomorrow. Any problem with that?"

"Th-this..." The burly man hesitated, then gritted his teeth. "Sir, I..."

Before he could refuse, Chen Xun said, "I'll double the payment."

"No problem. Rest assured, sir, I'll be here on time."

The burly man immediately had no other thoughts.

Two qian of silver was what he could earn only after four or five days of hard labor carrying loads.

Afterward, the burly man left. Chen Xun called over an inn attendant and had him bring up the meal he had ordered