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Chapter 1641 A Mouthful Blame
In the quiet night, there are the chirping of insects and the babbling of a stream.

The night wind swirled and rustled through the jumbled debris.

In the alleyways, a group of more than ten people, masked and carrying forged steel knives, silently arrived at the backyard of Yang Sanshui's gambling den.

Their movements were swift and perfectly coordinated. Two men leaned against the wall, their hands overlapping, while one man took a few steps to propel the other up, leaping over the high courtyard wall and landing in the courtyard. Their movements were so light that they made almost no sound upon landing.

After waiting a short while, the person who entered the courtyard slowly loosened the latch and gently opened the gate, a process that took quite some effort. They were afraid of making any noise and disturbing the people sleeping inside.

The main gate was wide open, and more than ten people filed in, heading straight for the main room. They gently opened the door and stepped inside.

The crescent moon hung low in the sky tonight, making the night very dark. Visibility was still somewhat imperceptible outside, but pushing open the door plunged one into even deeper darkness. Several masked swordsmen, their figures blurry, made their way towards the bed…

Unbeknownst to them, in the corner behind them lurked a pair of gleaming black eyes.

Wang Yan was shirtless, wearing shorts, with Hanfeng sword beside him. He slowly drew his sword, stood up, and walked towards the masked swordsmen.

While they were fiddling with the knife tip to pick at the blankets, he had already kicked one of them, crippling him, and then swung the knife down in a single blow.

"Ah! My hand! My hand!"

A swordsman screamed in agony, a sound that sent chills down the spines of those watching.

"on!"

With a loud shout, two more people rushed in and joined the hand-to-hand combat in the dark room.

In truth, Wang Yan had the upper hand. Even without overwhelming numerical superiority, his superior eyesight alone gave him a significant advantage in the room. Unlike the masked swordsmen, who had lost their composure and were slashing wildly, Wang Yan even witnessed someone kill their own comrade with a single blow.

But then again, if he didn't have such high numbers, he wouldn't have such good eyesight...

After a series of clanging and clashing swords, only suppressed screams and cries of pain remained in the room.

"Boss, he's not dead! Ah!"

"You're so foul-mouthed!"

Wang Yan ground his foot into the man's broken arm, causing the man's eyes to bulge out of their sockets in pain. He could no longer suppress his screams.

"Kill me! Just kill me! What kind of hero tortures people?"

"Are you really stupid? You think ambushing someone makes you a hero? And your boss outside who just stood by and watched someone die makes him a hero?"

Wang Yan sneered and continued to torture people. The screams of agony challenged the nerves of the swordsmen outside.

But clearly, the screams inside told them that rushing in and engaging Wang Yan in close combat in the darkness was not a good option.

"Kid, I don't believe you won't come out."

Outside the door, a man holding a knife hissed, "We'll set the house on fire in a bit. Don't you have two brothers? They should be in this yard, right? Go out and search for them."

"No need to look anymore, everyone's inside."

As they were talking, Wang Yan walked out with a smile.

"You bunch of sons who gave birth to no anus..." Zhao Erhu and Jiang Wuyang inside the room also cursed, still shaken by the experience...

"You've got some guts," the leader said coldly.

"I never intended to hide inside and never come out. I just wanted to let you hear some excitement and give you a little thrill. Right, Master Huo?"

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Huo Shan."

"Stop pretending now. You have a mole near your eye, and even a mask can't hide your eyes." Wang Yan stood with his sword at the ready. "It seems my unintentional remark was actually right. You and the Bai family are truly traitors."

The leader paused for a moment, then removed his mask. It was none other than Huo Shan.

"Good observation, good memory." Huo Shan didn't expect that Wang Yan would remember his facial features after only one meeting. "It's just that he's young and doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. If you speak your mind, I can't help but mess with you."

Wang Yan shook his head: "It's because you guys are overthinking things and reacting too strongly. It would be so much better if everyone just got rich without a care in the world. Instead, it's turned out like this, which is really ugly."

"Enough with the nonsense, I'd like to see what your tricks are all about."

Huo Shan suddenly attacked, slashing upwards with his sword.

At the same time, the others surrounded Wang Yan and launched an attack from all sides.

Wang Yan sneered, pushed off the ground, and charged straight at Huo Shan in the face of the flashing blade. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected Huo Shan's blade, and arrived in front of Huo Shan. Then, he grabbed Huo Shan's collar, spun him around halfway, and kicked Huo Shan in the stomach.

With a loud thud, Huo Shan was kicked flying to the spot where Wang Yan had just stood, where the other swordsmen hadn't yet sheathed their blades. Several swords were then plunged into Huo Shan's body...

Just as the swordsmen were panicking, Wang Yan had already arrived at the gate and bolted it shut.

"Guests are welcome, so please don't leave. Gentlemen, please!" Wang Yan twirled his sword and stood proudly at the door.

The swordsmen exchanged glances, then charged forward without hesitation.

In an instant, swords clashed and clashed. Accompanied by screams of agony, the sound sent chills down one's spine.

Huoshan County is not large, and Yang Sanshui's gambling den was not far from the county government office; this was the bustling central area of ​​the county. On such a quiet night, the clash of swords and the cries of pain had already provoked the nearby dogs to bark wildly.

The dog barked for a short while and then fell silent, and no one came out. But at that moment, Huoshan County was awake…

"Big brother, are you alright?" Zhao Erhu and Jiang Wuyang fiddled with their knives, taking turns delivering the final blows.

Wang Yan, covered in blood, sat on the steps fiddling with his pipe: "I'm just tired. You two need to eat more meat and practice your martial arts properly, so I won't have to kill people myself in the future. I hired you so you can be my own people, so I can trust you and not have to be useless to you."

"Big brother, it's not our fault. If you had just said less, you would have let my second brother and me train for a few more years until we were fully grown."

Jiang Wuyang was on the verge of tears because he was terrified by the scene. He was crying, feeling nauseous, and delivering the final blow all at the same time.

Wang Yan, with a cigarette holder wrapped around his lips, exhaled smoke slowly: "Even if I don't say anything, what about Yang the tycoon? We killed Yang Sanshui and took over his profitable business. As the saying goes, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Do you think they'll let us off the hook? Go, Third Brother, set off fireworks to summon people. Let's get this over with in one go."

Jiang Wuyang quickly ran away and lit the fireworks.

Bang bang bang, whoosh whoosh whoosh, fireworks rose into the night sky, not as beautiful as modern ones, just bright and loud.

Then the dog barked again, then fell silent. But this time, someone moved.

The three thugs, now under a new leader, dressed and carried knives as they walked out, gathering their men as previously agreed. Within half an hour, over thirty men had assembled at the entrance to the gambling den's back courtyard. The gate was already open, and they cautiously entered.

Looking at the severed limbs and corpses on the ground, feeling the sticky residue underfoot, and then at the new boss sitting on the steps covered in blood...

"Those without weapons, take the knives on the ground."

Soon, most people had knives in their hands.

Wang Yan finally stood up and began to put on his clothes. His blood-soaked appearance was intentional, meant for these thugs to see.

He said, "Some brothers have guessed why so many people came to my door, and some haven't, but that's not important. You can discuss it yourselves later."

I promised you I would lead the brothers to wealth and riches. The Bai family is also involved in killing me today. An eye for an eye, they can kill us, and we can kill them too. I've heard the Bai family owns thousands of acres of fertile land, tea plantations, and pharmacies… they probably have tens of thousands of taels of silver.

"Let's brothers take care of this wealthy Bai family. Then we'll distribute land and silver among ourselves, guaranteeing a good life for all of us. The only question is, do you guys have the guts?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The group of thugs got excited and shouted in unison.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "People should have public morality. Why shout so loudly in the middle of the night? It's not good to disturb the villagers' sweet dreams. Besides, shouting louder won't do any good. You can't kill someone or bring them money. Everyone, grip your knives tightly. Let's see how you chop things up later. That's the proper thing to do. Let's go!"

After saying that, Wang Yan picked up his knife and led a group of people out the door.

As for the tightly closed city gates, the guards resolutely refused to open them, but they also thoughtfully brought out ladders...

Wang Yan didn't say anything fancy; he simply indicated that he would distribute the gold and silver in large quantities. The thugs naturally believed him and followed Wang Yan's lead without hesitation.

Even petty thugs have their own wisdom. Wang Yan single-handedly dealt with an ambush by more than ten people, proving his own strength. And the promise Wang Yan made in front of everyone must, of course, be kept.

Of course, Wang Yan deliberately overlooked one point: death, the death they would face after storming the Bai family. Not everyone could survive to the point of dividing the land and silver.

But once they survive, Wang Yan will definitely share the spoils with them. After all, everyone knows he's a good boss…

In the backyard of the gambling den, everyone had left, leaving only corpses scattered on the ground. They didn't let Lian Sheng come out of the house. Zhao Erhu and Jiang Wuyang closed the gate and stood guard in the yard with knives.

"Second brother, do you think we're both too useless?" Jiang Wuyang asked, his soul pounding.

"If you know it's useless, then practice your skills properly so you can help your elder brother in the future. At the very least, you can protect him from harm, unlike today, where we're just hiding in the house and can't do anything."

Zhao Erhu was also very disappointed. He couldn't understand why the gap between people was so huge. He was fifteen years old, and Wang Yan was only one year older than him, yet he had truly accomplished great things. Ruthless, quick-witted, and full of ideas, he was not only far inferior to Wang Yan, but also a burden to him, so of course he felt uncomfortable.

"Hey……"

Jiang Wuyang sat on the steps, cupping his face in his hands, "I wish I could grow up faster..."

……

People's worries are different. Jiang Wuyang wants to grow up quickly, while the others in Huoshan County want to go back to the past, back to the time before the mad dog Wang Yan came.

Those in the county town who were more sensitive hadn't been able to sleep since being startled awake. Those who knew something, however, hadn't slept at all; they were restless and anxious, unable to sleep unless they were certain that Wang Yan, that foul-mouthed bastard, was dead.

As dawn broke, the people in the county town went about their meals and work as usual, but everyone was still concerned about what had happened the night before. News gradually spread.

The disciples of Huo Shan Martial Arts School discovered that Huo Shan and several of his fellow disciples had disappeared.

Someone from outside the city came into the city to buy things and said that when he passed by Baijiazhuang, he found that the village was on fire. The people putting out the fire were Yang Sanshui and his gang of hooligans from the city.

None of Yang Sanshui's businesses were open, and the gate to the mansion behind the gambling den was tightly shut. Some people said they smelled a strong stench of blood and other foul odors when they passed by…

That afternoon, Wang Yan, dressed in silk clothes and looking like a wealthy man, led a dozen or so thugs carrying knives and grinning from ear to ear back to the city.

Inside the gambling den, a gambling table was covered with food. Wang Yan drank and ate, replenishing his energy after the battle.

Everyone under him was busy, either collecting corpses in the backyard or handling compensation; there was quite a bit to do. Even Zhao Erhu and Jiang Wuyang were out working. Lian Sheng wasn't needed and went to rest at the home of a petty thug.

Only Wang Yan, the eldest brother, quietly enjoyed the post-war peace and the fruits of victory.

"Hey brother, you've done something really great!" Fan Zhao, with a fawning grin, appeared at the entrance of the gambling den.

He walked straight in, sat down next to Wang Yan, and took the initiative to pour wine for Wang Yan from the wine pot, and also poured himself a cup.

"You saved my life! Come, come, let me toast you!"

As he spoke, Fan Zhao downed three cups in a row.

"Hiss, that's strong liquor they're drinking..."

"Murder and arson don't require drinking strong liquor to calm the nerves. After all, I'm only sixteen years old, and I've never experienced anything like this before." Wang Yan chuckled. "I really don't know if you're toasting me or calming yourself down by drinking like this."

“Yes, yes, I have everything. You don’t know, brother, I didn’t sleep all night. I only managed to doze off for a while this morning after receiving the definite news. When I woke up, I felt dizzy, unsteady on my feet, and weak all over. It’s all from being scared. I definitely won’t be able to get up tomorrow.”

"Then you should stay home and rest."

"Hey brother, don't make fun of me. I'm just here to help you out."

"Oh? What worries me?"

"Land, houses, tea gardens...aren't these all matters for the government to decide? Our lord sent me to find you, saying that he's hosting a banquet at the yamen tomorrow, specifically to invite you, just to resolve your worries."

Glancing at him, Wang Yan casually said while picking at his food, "Fourth Master, does it really matter whether there are official documents or not? Tell me, in Huoshan County today, who dares to take anything from the Bai family? Do they have a death wish?"

Uh……

Fan Zhao felt awkward and then said, "Well, in this area, you'll have to meet with the county magistrate eventually. Besides, the Bai family has a close relationship with the magistrate, so things are really hard to predict. You have to be careful. The White Lotus Sect is not to be trifled with. The Bai family is dead, but what about the others? Not to mention those far away, just look at Hefei City. Who knows how many of them are White Lotus heretics?"
I heard that because of what's happening in the south, the White Lotus Sect and the Heaven and Earth Society have gotten involved with them and have been fighting against the imperial court for two hundred years. What kind of behemoth are they? Brother Wang, think it over..."

“I’m not stupid. You have to go back and report, right? Then you can tell the master what I said and let him know what’s going on. I really don’t want to run away anymore. I want to live a few years in peace. Let’s all let each other go. Come on, brother, let’s drink. Tell me about the Yang and Liu families…”

"Huh? You don't even want to let them go?" Fan Zhao's eyes widened.

"That's true. I care about the local bigwigs. Only by working together can we make the county better and everyone earn more money. That's what I meant."

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