Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 300 Opening the Doors to Welcome Guests

"Oh~" Zhang Wuxun smiled and looked at the person. "You know me."

The little rascal shuddered at his "kind" smile, his smile looking more like a grimace. "I...I know you. Back when we were trapping lamas in Mule Gully, you even saved a few of us from the zongzi (sticky rice dumplings)."

Zhang Wuxun squinted and thought for a moment, and it seemed that there was such a thing.

When they returned from the underwater tomb, they were bored, so Fatty asked him to join them in recruiting a few lamas of varying ages. One of the places was in a very remote mountain valley in Sichuan Province, I think it was called Mule Valley or Donkey Valley.

The place was extremely remote. The continuous rain caused a landslide, exposing an ancient tomb that had been hidden for hundreds of years. It was discovered by a knowledgeable local, and the news spread.

Fatty had many connections, and when he heard it was a Ming Dynasty tomb, he asked Zhang Wuxun to go and "catch" a lama.

Once inside, I learned that although the small, dilapidated tomb was from the Ming Dynasty, it belonged to a minor official who had been demoted to that godforsaken place. The coffin was pieced together by the local people after his death, using wood from locust trees.

As it turned out, perhaps due to a confluence of favorable circumstances, the minor official actually gained power in that shady place, and his corpse was turned into a zombie.

Having made a wasted trip, Zhang Wuxun and the fat man were naturally frustrated. To make matters worse, the zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) was ungrateful, baring its big teeth and trying to bite people, so the annoyed Zhang Wuxun chased after it and chopped it to pieces.

"Then I shouldn't have saved you," Zhang Wuxun shrugged. "Look, now I've just gotten myself into trouble."

"No, no, no..." Little Wu shook his head like a rattle drum, "Saving...saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

Zhang Wuxun was too lazy to argue with him. He straightened up, flicked his wrist, and twirled his knife. He said, "Now that we know each other, things are easier. Introduce me properly to your young master. If your master is not satisfied and wants to settle scores with me, well, I'll be right here waiting, ready to oblige anytime."

As he spoke, he kicked the leader and said impatiently, "Get out of here! If you keep dawdling, I'll smash your shop too."

Before the leader could say anything more, the traitor tugged at his sleeve and gave him a meaningful look.

A dozen or so people helped each other up, stumbling and falling to their feet. Under Zhang Wuxun's oppressive gaze, they didn't dare utter a single word.

They shrank back and disappeared quickly, like stray dogs.

Only after running out of the alley did Xiao Wuzi breathe a sigh of relief, clutching his waist and leaning against the wall, groaning in pain.

The foreman's face darkened, and he slapped him across the face, cursing, "You bastard, who's the boss, me or you? How dare you order me around? You want to quit?"

Xiao Wuzai explained with a bitter face, "Boss, you have no idea how powerful that Master Yu is. Back in the ancient tomb, just because that zombie jumped out of the coffin and knocked over his rice bowl, he grabbed that knife, the one that was just held to your neck, and chased that zombie for two miles. He managed to chop off the zombie's head, arms, and legs before he stopped."

"I stopped you just now for your own good. That guy is a monster. If he goes crazy and doesn't care about anything, he might really chop off our heads. We'll have nowhere to cry then," Xiao Wuzi earnestly advised.

When the henchman heard this, he couldn't help but have second thoughts. But in front of his gang of underlings, even though he was all bark and no bite, he still had to put on a brave face.

However, he was about to speak when he was startled by Xiao Wuzai's next words and swallowed his words back: "Moreover, I heard that this Master Yu has a close relationship with Master San's nephew, Master San. He also went on that trip with the lamas with Master San and Panzi a while ago. Maybe he really knows where Master San is."

The gang leader cursed angrily, "Damn it, if you knew so much, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Little Wu shrank back meekly and smiled ingratiatingly.

The gang leader made a phone call, and soon a beat-up little van without a horn or headlights drove up from the street corner. The group of people squeezed and pushed their way into the van and slunk away.

In the alley, Zhang Wuxun listened intently until there was no more noise outside, then avoided the dog blood on the ground, walked to the door, raised his hand, and knocked on the door knocker.

After a long while, a creaking sound came from above. Looking up, a furry, round head peeked out from the crack in the second-floor window and looked down.

Zhang Wuxun took a closer look and realized, oh, he looked somewhat familiar; it was Da Kui.

Da Kui cautiously looked down and exclaimed with delight, "Holy crap! It's Master Mu, oh wait, it's Master Yu!"

Zhang Wuxun smiled and waved at him.

Da Kui pulled his head back and shouted loudly to the people inside, "Jin He, Xi Tang, you two quickly take some men down and open that door so that Master Yu can come in."

After saying that, he poked his head out and called out to Zhang Wuxun, "Master Yu, please wait a moment, I'll open the door for you right away."

Zhang Wuxun waved his hand to indicate that everything was alright.

After waiting a moment, I heard a series of heavy sounds being moved behind the door, and then the door opened inward.

Jinhe is the waiter who poured Lion's Mouth Silver Tooth Tea for Zhang Wuxun when he first went to see Pan Zi.

Behind him was a young boy who looked quite old. He smiled shyly and nervously, and said in a low voice, "Hello, Master Yu."

Zhang Wuxun had never seen this child before, but seeing that his features resembled Jin He's, he smiled and nodded, asking Jin He, "Your younger brother?"

Jinhe smiled and replied, "Master Yu has a good eye. This kid is my cousin's son. He doesn't study properly and insists on pestering me to go out and broaden my horizons. Master Pan is kind-hearted, so he let him run errands for Brother Kui and me at the gang in Wuzili Street."

Wuzili Street is the same branch that Da Kui used to guard, and it's the only branch that Zhang Wuxun is most familiar with.

At this moment, Da Kui also ran down the wooden stairs with a thud, squeezed past more than a dozen waiters, peeked out the door, and hurriedly called Zhang Wuxun and the other two to come in.

After Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge went inside, Jin He and Xi Tang hurriedly carried something that looked like a millstone to block the door, and also tried to move a red lacquered wooden cabinet containing some heavy things onto it.

Zhang Wuxun quickly reached out to stop them, asking in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"We're blocking the door," Da Kui explained. "If we don't block it, those guys will always find a way to break it down."

Zhang Wuxun frowned deeply, his anger rising again. "Has this been your routine for the past few days?"

Da Kui chuckled awkwardly, pointed to the dozen or so employees sitting dejectedly on benches in the main room, and shrank back somewhat awkwardly. "I'm sorry to have made you laugh. Third Master's other shops have all been smashed. Those bastards are always causing trouble, making it impossible for us to do business."

"The brothers who could go back have all gone back. The rest of us have been with Third Master for quite a while, but we haven't started families yet. If we scatter and get separated, those people will catch us. So we have no choice but to stay."

"Brother Pan simply gathered everyone together and told us to guard the door and not open it. Since those people couldn't get in, they couldn't do anything to us. They could only block the door and curse. When they got tired of cursing, they would leave naturally."

After hearing this, Zhang Wuxun's face grew even more gloomy. "What else did those bastards do?"

Da Kui quickly waved his hand, "Don't worry, Brother Pan anticipated that those people would target the antique shop, and he already told us to hide the valuables in advance." "Oh, by the way, Master Yu, who is this gentleman next to you?" Da Kui looked at the masked man with some wariness.

Although the young man remained silent, his imposing presence alone was enough to command respect.

“Him?” Zhang Wuxun patted the young man on the shoulder and said mysteriously, “He’s no small figure, but don’t worry, Pan Zi and Third Master are both familiar with him, they’re on the same side.”

Da Kui was naturally reassured by Zhang Wuxun's words.

Previously, Zhang Wuxun would put any good items he found in the tombs on consignment at Third Master's shop. Pan Zi and Da Kui would usually handle these transactions themselves. The two sides had been cooperating for a long time, and Jin He was aware of these things, so he treated Zhang Wuxun with great respect.

Once, when Third Master came to inspect the hall in person, Master Yu even sat down with Third Master to drink tea and chat, speaking with great familiarity.

Zhang Wuxun raised his chin and said to Da Kui, "Call Pan Zi and tell him that Xiao Ge and I are guarding the branch here, and we can open for business today."

Da Kui responded, took out his phone and dialed. The other end answered quickly. Da Kui said a few words to the other party, then handed the phone to Zhang Wuxun, "Master Yu, Brother Pan wants to say a few words to you."

Zhang Wuxun took the phone, and Pan Zi's voice came from the other end, sounding tired and a little hoarse, "Muyu? What brings you here, kid?"

Zhang Wuxun curled the corners of his mouth. "I heard there was trouble at Third Master's place. Since I had nothing better to do, I brought my brother over."

Pan Zi had already learned what had happened from Da Kui, so he didn't stand on ceremony with him. "Thanks. I have some things to do at the old house and can't leave for a while. I'll trouble you and Xiao Ge to keep an eye on things for me. I'll treat you two to dinner tonight."

"Don't worry, with me and my brother guarding the place, we guarantee those people won't step foot in." Zhang Wuxun replied with a smile, said a few more words, and then handed the phone back to Da Kui.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Da Kui immediately directed his staff to put the tables and chairs in place. "Hurry up, be quick and clean up the trash at the entrance. We're about to open for business."

In no time, the store was all tidied up, and the items in the warehouse were all taken out and placed on the shelves.

The blood and paint stains at the entrance had been washed off, and Jinhe and his men confiscated the sticks and machetes piled up at the entrance.

The doors were fully opened, and the shop opened smoothly.

Zhang Wuxun carried two chairs and placed them in front of the doorposts on both sides. He and Xiao Ge, each holding a knife, sat on one side, acting as door gods.

Those guys were traumatized by the vandalism; they all clutched weapons and stood guard at the door.

Zhang Wuxun waved them away, saying, "Go away, go do what you're supposed to do. What if you scare the guests by brandishing knives and sticks?"

One of the workers hesitated, "What... what if those guys come back to cause trouble again?"

Before he could finish speaking, Da Kui tapped him on the head. "Don't worry about it. With Master Yu and this young man's skills, they could beat those bastards to a pulp with one hand and go wipe the dust off the shelves."

Yes, Da Kui recognized Xiao Ge.

After all, he had met the young man when he went to the Lu Palace before, and the young man had such a unique aura. Although Da Kui wasn't very bright, he could still guess the identity of the masked man when he saw the iconic black and gold ancient sword.

The sun was quite strong today. Zhang Wuxun couldn't stand the sun after sitting on the chair by the door for only a short while.

I asked Da Kui for two umbrellas. I had just opened one and held it over the guy's head when I heard the roar of a car coming from the alley entrance.

"Oh, you've arrived." Zhang Wuxun twirled the straight-handled umbrella in his hand a few times, squinted his eyes, and smiled. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Three Jinbei Haishi vans drove in one after another from the alley entrance and lined up in a row.

With a loud bang, the car door burst open, and twenty or thirty men in black emerged. They were dressed in similar uniforms, all wearing short-sleeved shirts, carrying sticks, and with short knives tucked into their waistbands.

The group stood in a row at the door, arrayed in formation, their eyes like those of vicious wolves, staring intently at Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge, who were guarding the door.

Zhang Wuxun clicked his tongue twice, propped his elbows on the back of the chair behind the young man, and lazily and perfunctorily praised, "Look at this scene, it's really impressive."

Perhaps having heard the report from the fleeing underlings, this group did not act rashly, but remained on high alert, ready to fight at any moment.

Da Kui had been feeling frustrated for a long time, and seeing this, he led a group of his men, each carrying a knife, out of the door and stood behind Zhang Wuxun, forming a standoff with him.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became heavy, and there was such silence that you could hear a pin drop.

A soft, crackling sound broke the silence.

All eyes were on Zhang Wuxun.

At some point, Zhang Wuxun pulled out two watermelon-flavored lollipops from his pocket, gave one to the young man, then tucked the umbrella under his arm to free his hand to unwrap the candy and put it in his mouth.

The thugs surrounding them were both shocked and furious, their eyes wide open, wishing they could pounce on Zhang Wuxun and tear him apart alive.

Zhang Wuxun ignored their angry glares, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, looked into the distance, and said indifferently, "Looks like your boss is constipated and can't come today. Let's finish this quickly and attack together."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another car drove into the alleyway, a black one, much more upscale than the previous Jinbei vans.

Clearly, the person Zhang Wuxun was waiting for had arrived.

The car was parked in front of the door, and after the engine was turned off, no one got out.

Zhang Wuxun never falls for any kind of show of force.

Two iron pellets, the kind that Chen Pi Asi used in the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top, appeared silently from his left sleeve and fell into his palm.

Zhang Wuxun gave a cold smirk, flicked his wrist, and sent two iron pellets flying one after the other.

Two sharp cracking sounds of shattering glass were heard, and almost simultaneously, two holes the size of ping-pong balls appeared in the windshield and rear window of the black car.

The driver screamed and hurriedly covered his right shoulder, bright red blood flowing from between his fingers.

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