Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

"I have no problem wiping out the bandits. These bandits, controlled by landlords, shouldn't be too difficult to deal with, but..."

Lu Ci paused for a moment: "Senior Brother Zhang, do you have any Huo De Sect members stationed at Luo Xinian's house? What do you plan to do with them? I remember you are quite familiar with the Huo De Sect."

Zhang Zhiwei said, "I am not familiar with the Huode Sect. I only have some acquaintance with Feng Ping. The Huode Sect is a major sect of extraordinary people. The members are all different in character, and not all of them are like Feng Ping. Don't worry, I will be careful in my actions."

"Wh...what sense of propriety?" Lu Ci had never known Zhang Zhiwei's sense of propriety. In his understanding, Senior Brother Zhang's sense of propriety was that he had no sense of propriety at all.

"The master said that the Fire Virtue Sect might use the Fire Seed to continuously teleport over using Fire Escape Technique. Don't just sit there waiting for them to come to you; you might as well wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"..." Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him helplessly: "Do I look like someone who has no sense of propriety?"

Lu Ci nodded his head, and couldn't help but recall the scene when his senior brother Zhang attacked the Tiantai Sect back then. If Master Henglin of Shaolin hadn't arrived, it's hard to say whether the Tiantai Sect would still exist now.

“You have a deep misunderstanding of me,” Zhang Zhiwei said. “I am not fond of fighting and violence. I always win people over with virtue. This time is no different. I will not do anything to the Huode Sect. I will just let them learn how to write the character ‘virtue’ in Huode Sect.”

"Winning people over with virtue..." Lu Ci glanced at Zhang Zhiwei's large, well-defined hands and thought to himself, "Where does this 'winning people over with virtue' come from? Apart from this trip to Chongqing, when Liu Mang and Fan Pengju were sensible enough to let you win people over with virtue, when have you ever won people over with your big slaps?"

However, Lü Ci only dared to think these words in his heart. If he were to say them aloud, his senior brother Zhang would probably have to convince him with "virtue," so he could only repeatedly agree.
"With Senior Brother Zhang taking action, the Huode Sect will definitely regain its virtue."

During their conversation, the old beggar couldn't understand what they were saying. He looked around nervously. "Luo Banguan'er" was very powerful. If someone with ulterior motives overheard what they had just said and reported it to "Luo Banguan'er," wouldn't he be in big trouble?
Strangely, despite the crowds of people coming and going, not a single person looked in their direction; their gazes swept over them without lingering.

The old beggar sensed something was wrong. A beggar eating openly in a restaurant would surely attract attention from any normal person, especially since the two "Zhang Mazi" heroes beside him didn't seem like ordinary people.

One was handsome with a full head of silver hair and an extraordinary temperament, just like a young master who stepped out of a painting; the other was as tall and strong as a mountain, clearly a ruthless character.

A group like this should attract attention wherever they go, so why doesn't anyone around them look at them? It's as if their table doesn't exist, which is definitely not normal.

He looked at Lü Ci, then at Zhang Zhiwei, and then thought of the recent legends about Zhang Mazi. It was said that they were not ordinary robbers, but gods sent down from heaven to punish evildoers and eliminate wickedness.

He had always scoffed at the idea of ​​gods and retribution, and he didn't believe in them at all. If they did, how come Luo Banguan was alive and well while he himself had his family destroyed?
But now, he's starting to believe it.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei and Lü Ci had finished their conversation, the old beggar quickly cupped his hands and said, "May I ask when you two heroes plan to take action and capture that Luo Banguan?"

Lü Ci looked at Zhang Zhiwei, leaving the decision to Senior Brother Zhang.

“No rush, let’s go after we finish eating,” Zhang Zhiwei said, picking up a mouthful of spicy noodles and putting it in his mouth. “Luo Xinian likes to write fake IOUs to extort money, so let’s give him a taste of his own medicine. Old man, could you please deliver an IOU to his residence for me, and then I’ll go and ‘collect the debt’ from him?”

"That's great!" the old beggar exclaimed with delight, then added worriedly, "Brother, where are your men? Luo Banguan's manor probably has hundreds of thugs!"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "Don't you all say that Zhang Mazi is a god descended from heaven, sent specifically to punish evil and uphold justice?"

He pointed to himself and Lü Ci: "Do you think we look alike?"

"So alike, so very alike, no, you are exactly like them!" the old beggar exclaimed hastily.

“Since it’s a god descending, dealing with this bunch of mortals is a piece of cake. Why would we need any help?” Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

“This…” the old beggar hesitated for a moment.

But then Zhang Zhiwei reached out and pinched his broken leg. A very faint cracking sound came, and the leg bone, which had been shattered by the iron bar, quickly straightened and pieced itself back together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Then, under the influence of a faint red light, barely visible to the naked eye, the cracks in the bones disappeared, the atrophied muscles were replenished, and the scars on the skin faded away.

All of this happened in an instant. The old beggar was still in a daze and hadn't even realized what had happened, but his feet reacted faster than he did.

His toes, which hadn't moved for a long time, twitched instinctively the moment the nerves connected, and the reaction quickly reached his brain.

"This..." The old beggar looked on in disbelief: "My...my leg..."

He lifted his lower leg and instinctively moved it. Although the joints moved somewhat awkwardly, it was his own leg, a leg that had been numb for several years.

"My leg is healed! My leg is healed?"

He repeated the phrase to himself, put his feet on the ground, and stood up to walk, but as soon as he took a step, he stumbled. Lu Ci reached out to support him, but the old beggar pushed him away. It wasn't that his legs weren't healed, but that he hadn't walked on his own for a long time and was a little rusty.

He started walking unsteadily in the restaurant, like a toddler learning to walk. After falling several times, he finally figured it out and could walk shakily.

While he was walking, the other people in the restaurant continued eating and doing their own things, and no one paid any attention to him, as if he didn't exist.

The old beggar saw all of this. If this wasn't a god, what was it? He walked strangely to Zhang Zhiwei, tears streaming down his face with excitement. He was about to kneel down with a thud, but halfway down, the air beneath his knees seemed to encounter resistance, lifting him up and preventing him from kneeling down no matter what.

"Don't kneel! Only false gods make people kneel; true gods only make people stand up."

Stand up... The old beggar stared blankly at Zhang Zhiwei, the words repeating in his mind, lingering for a long time, a feeling that was hard to describe.

At this moment, he felt not only immense power, but also an almost devastating impact, a completely new and unknown impact that transcended his life's values.

This shock will reshape his life and even change the course of his life thereafter.

The old beggar straightened his body, his hunched back straightened, and a ray of light appeared in his originally gloomy and desperate eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei finished his bowl of spicy noodles in a few bites: "Now that I'm full, it's time to get down to business."

He reached into his wallet and took out a thick stack of documents, a piece of yellow paper, and a pen.

The information was provided by Liu Mang; it contained details about the assets of the landlords to be dealt with, and it was just the right amount of information to write IOUs.

According to Liu Mang's information, this man's total assets should be around three million silver dollars, with the rest mostly consisting of land, real estate, and other assets that cannot be taken away.

Although three million silver dollars was only a fraction of Liu Cai's wealth, it was still an astronomical figure across China, enough to buy over 100 million catties of rice. Zhang Zhiwei wrote down an astronomical IOU: Luo Xi owes Zhang Mazi three million silver dollars before the new year, with an annual interest of three hundred, to be repaid within a specified period. If he cannot repay, the debt will be settled with land deeds and property.

"This……"

The old beggar held the exorbitantly priced "death warrant," his hands trembling with excitement.

He had a feeling of unreality. Back then, Luo Xinian had seized his land with a handwritten IOU, causing him to lose his family and his life. Now, the tables had turned, and he was going to take his belongings with a handwritten IOU and make him pay with his life.
"I'll go right away, I'll go right away."

The old beggar grabbed the IOU and rushed out, completely disregarding the fact that he might be beaten by Luo Xinian's men for delivering it. Perhaps in his mind, even if he was beaten to death, as long as he could take Luo Xinian down with him, it would be a win.

“I can’t wait! Senior Brother Zhang, I’m going too,” Lü Ci said.

“Be careful, if there’s anything you can’t handle, you can ask the Vice Leader for help!” Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Don't worry, I won't hold back if necessary!" Lu Ci said, then vanished from the restaurant in a flash.

"Running off in such a hurry, don't you want to pay for the meal?" Zhang Zhiwei stood up, walked to the restaurant front desk, casually pulled out a few silver dollars, walked out the door, and followed the old beggar.

The old beggar clutched the still-wet ink of the exorbitantly priced IOU as if it were a burning flame. His leg, which had just been healed by a "deity," still felt a little awkward when he ran, but every step was exceptionally powerful. Occasionally, someone blocking his way would be knocked aside by him.

He didn't know what was going on, but his previously frail body was now full of strength.

Zhang Zhiwei strolled leisurely behind him, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far. His aura was restrained, blending into the surrounding environment. The bustling pedestrians on the street ignored him as if he did not exist at all.

……

The Luo family manor was surrounded by high walls and deep courtyards, with several arrogant guards standing at the gate, carrying Mauser pistols.

The old beggar ran frantically all the way here, and when he saw the vermilion gate that had ruined his family, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Where did this beggar come from? Get the hell out of here!" a guard shouted sternly.

The old beggar was not afraid at all and handed over a piece of yellow paper: "Someone asked me to deliver a letter saying that Luo Banguan owes him money."

"You toad, you dare call me Luo Ban Guan? You owe money? You owe your mother money? I want to see which idiot has the guts to say that Master Luo owes him money!"

The guards, their faces full of disdain, snatched the IOU. When they saw the words "three million silver dollars" and "annual interest of three hundred" written on it, they burst into laughter as if they had seen the biggest joke in the world.

"Three million silver dollars, you son of a bitch, why don't you make up more? Why doesn't he just rob the national treasury?! And an annual interest rate of 300%? We charge 300% when we collect debts too! Some blind, penniless bastard has lost his mind and is using this to amuse us... um..."

The laughter abruptly stopped when he saw the words "Zhang Mazi" clearly written on the IOU.

During this period, the name "Zhang Mazi" was more terrifying than the King of Hell to the landlords. They could ignore and even laugh at the others, but these three words made their faces turn pale instantly, and they could no longer laugh.

Ignoring the beggar in front of them, the guards scrambled into the manor.

"Master! Something terrible has happened, Master!"

Inside the manor, Rossini was listening to music in the courtyard. He was in his fifties and looked like a wealthy man, but his eyes and brows revealed a ruthless cunning. Hearing the servant's voice, he waved and told the music to stop.

"What the hell are you yelling about? What's the point of all this noise? If you're screaming like this for no reason, I'll make you sit on the tiger bench!"

"Sir, Zhang Mazi... Zhang Mazi has come to our door... and he even sent an IOU!"

"What?! Zhang Mazi?!"

Luo Xinian trembled as he took the IOU, quickly glanced at it, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Clutching the IOU, he ran to the backyard, where experts from the Huode Sect lived.

He knocked on the back gate, and a young man in a bright red short jacket opened the door: "Master Luo, is there something you need?"

"Zhang Mazi, Zhang Mazi is here!" Luo Xinian said hurriedly.

"Please come in quickly!" The disciples of Huode Sect led Luo Xinian to meet the senior brother who was leading the team.

The senior brother leading the group was named Yan Yang. He was in his thirties, with a square face, red hair, and a serious demeanor. He wore a crimson short jacket in the Huode Sect's standard attire, and his temples bulged high. He took the IOU and looked at it.

"Master Yan, at this critical juncture, no one should dare to impersonate Zhang Mazi. I'm afraid he really has come!" Luo Xinian was pacing anxiously.

"It doesn't matter if they really come!" Yan Yang pointed to a flame in the brazier inside the room and said, "I've already left a fire here. If anything happens, the sect can come to our aid at any time. You don't need to worry, and..."

A fierce glint flashed in Yan Yang's eyes, and his aura swirled around him, making the air scorching. "I also want to see what this legendary Zhang Mazi is really capable of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames that had been burning quietly in the brazier suddenly surged and burst forth, sending scalding waves of fire flying more than a meter away.

The members of Huodezong were unharmed, but Luo Xinian suffered terribly, his skin was burned open and his face was covered with large blisters, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

But Yan Yang had no interest in looking at him. He stared blankly at the empty brazier, where the embers left by his sect had vanished.

"Senior brother, something's not right!" said a disciple of the Fire Virtue Sect.

"Something's really wrong!"

Yan Yang didn't take Zhang Mazi too seriously. He thought he was just a bunch of bandits. If he was so capable, why didn't he dare to mess with the landlords who were protected by sects with supernatural powers?

But now, the flame had inexplicably exploded, and he had a bad feeling. However, he didn't panic. He had already converted to the Holy Flame and received the Fire Escape Technique; if he wanted to leave, he could do so at any time. (End of Chapter)