A standard highway robbery of the martial world ended just like that.
Zhang Xiaohua had thought he would get to watch some excitement, but Zhang Xiaohu gave him a thorough lesson instead. Though he did not see the bloody side of the martial world, he came to understand the greed of human nature and the dealings of power and money within it. More than ever, he understood that in this martial world, only one's fists were the boss.
In the days that followed, Zhang Xiaohua prayed that they would not run into any more highway robbers, bandits, or the like. He was utterly different from the eager excitement he had felt when he first arrived.
But the storms and tempests of the martial world would not change because of anyone's thoughts. The road ahead was not some sunlit avenue. Along the way, they still encountered a few petty thieves too blind to recognize the might of the Lotus Escort Agency and the Misty Sect. Yet as the saying went, a silent fart stank, while a loud fart did not—how much discernment could those petty thieves who dared stick their heads out possibly possess? Basically, under the powerful martial force of the Lotus Escort Agency escorts united around Head Luo, they crumbled like earth collapsing and mountains falling. Still, Heaven and Earth were merciless, and blades and spears had no eyes. Several escorts were injured. One of them even had his wrist nearly chopped off. Though the escorts carried excellent healing medicine with them, and the group found the best physician in the next town where they stopped, the injury was simply too severe. His life was saved, but that hand was ruined beyond recovery.
For the rest of the journey, that injured escort lay in the carriage behind Zhang Xiaohua's.