He truly was invincible!
At least against a Grandmaster one-on-one, he could catch them off guard during the fight and take one down with a single shot.
However powerful Grandmasters were, they were still flesh and blood. Only an intelligent robot like Wu Zhu might withstand his bullets with a body made of extraordinary materials.
Of course, he would not use those three bullets lightly.
They were his trump card.
He was in no hurry with the mission.
He only needed to guide events along their natural course and follow his plans.
He was in no rush to return to reality. Compared with his humdrum existence in the real world, he now preferred the freedom he enjoyed here.
As long as he could complete the mission, every day he spent here was pure profit.
After he returned the case to Fan Xian, nearly a month passed without incident.
During that time, Fan Xian's fame soared.
His poetry collection went into print, and for a time, paper prices in the Capital rose as they once had in Luoyang. His name as the "Poetry Immortal" spread far and wide.
In streets and alleys, teahouses and taverns, people everywhere recited his poems. Countless upright scholars competed for the honor of making his acquaintance.
The Western Hu caravans Li Yunrui had helped Zhou Cheng organize-one overt, one covert-also departed in secret. Zhou Cheng sent only a few stewards from his residence along and never even showed his face.
Once the negotiations concluded, Zhuang Mohan returned to Qi with the delegation.
When Zhuang Mohan left, his face was ashen. Most of his vitality had drained away, and he looked as though he was barely clinging to life.
Fan Xian had enraged him into vomiting blood in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. More