Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

Lu Bu has really started tracking Zhang Ziqian.

Of course, he didn't go in person; that would be too beneath him.

He dispatched his most elite scouts, divided into several groups, to monitor Zhang Ziqian's every move around the clock, comprehensively and without blind spots.

Then, every hour, he would receive a "dynamic report" about Zhang Ziqian.

The first report arrived an hour later.

"Reporting to the lord! The target... the target is eating breakfast."

Lu Bu sat in his tent, looking at the scouts' reports, his brows furrowed.

"How long did he eat?"

"My lord, from the moment we began surveillance until now, they've been eating..."

"..."

The second report came two hours later.

"Reporting to the lord! The target... finished breakfast and went back to take a nap."

Lü Bu: "..."

The third report, at noon.

"Reporting to the lord! The target is awake! He... he went to the kitchen again! It seems he's... having lunch."

Lu Bu's lips began to twitch slightly.

The fourth report was submitted at 1:00 PM.

"Reporting to the lord! After finishing lunch, the target strolled around the camp, and then... then he found a big tree, lay down in its shade, and fell asleep again..."

"Snapped!"

The bamboo slip in Lü Bu's hand was crushed into pieces by him.

He felt that his intelligence was being challenged like never before.

He mobilized a large force, dispatching his most elite scouts at any cost, to monitor a formidable enemy he had never met before.

As a result, the other person did nothing but eat and sleep all day?

What is this?

Is this trying to mislead me?

True wisdom often appears as foolishness? Or is it a return to simplicity and authenticity?

Or is he really just a... glutton and lazybones?

Lü Bu was unwilling to believe the latter possibility.

How could a peerless expert who could beat you so badly that you couldn't fight back be a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat and sleep?

There must be a conspiracy here!

There must be a deeper meaning that he doesn't understand!

"Continue the surveillance! Don't overlook any detail!" Lu Bu gritted his teeth and gave the order.

He refused to believe that he couldn't see through Zhang Ziqian's true colors!

However, the reports for the next three days were almost identical.

"At Chenshi (7-9 AM), the target should get up and eat breakfast."

"At 9:00 AM, the goal is to take a walk after dinner or chat with Cao Cao's generals."

"Noon, lunchtime is the goal."

"At 1-3 PM, the target is a nap."

"At Shenshi (3-5 PM), the target wakes up and goes to the stable to harass... no, to visit Red Hare."

"At 5 PM, the goal is dinner."

"At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the target returned to camp and went to sleep."

……

Lu Bu stared at the huge stack of reports in his hand, their contents so similar that he felt numb.

He even began to suspect that his scouts were slacking off, simply copying the previous day's report and submitting it every day.

For this reason, he specifically changed several groups of people.

But the result was the same.

Zhang Ziqian's life was as regular as that of an old farmer in the countryside, so simple that it was boring.

Eat, sleep, stroll around, and play with Red Hare.

Gone.

There were no secret military meetings, no late-night study sessions, and not even any martial arts sparring with others.

He was like an old man on vacation in a military camp, so leisurely it was outrageous.

This stark contrast caused Lü Bu immense pain and torment.

He couldn't understand how such a lazy person could have developed such amazing martial arts skills.

Is he truly a god descended from heaven, born this strong?

This thought filled Lü Bu with a profound sense of powerlessness.

If effort can lead to surpassing, then there's still a goal to strive for. But if the opponent's talent is overwhelming, then what's the point of chasing them?

While Lü Bu was suffering greatly in his heart.

His Bingzhou wolf cavalry soldiers were also about to lose their temper.

These fierce soldiers who followed Lü Bu all the way from Bingzhou were all unruly wolf cubs. Lü Bu was the only, invincible god in their hearts.

But now, their god has been defeated.

Not only were they defeated, but they were also repeatedly humiliated by the other party in all sorts of outrageous ways.

What they found even more unacceptable was that their god... had actually tolerated it?

For the past few days, Lü Bu has kept himself locked in his tent, never venturing out, and exuding an air of despondency.

Meanwhile, that guy named Zhang Ziqian would swagger around the camp every day, and even went to "harass" the lord's beloved horse every day.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Our lord can tolerate this, but they cannot!

That afternoon, Zhang Ziqian, having eaten and drunk his fill, hummed a little tune and prepared to go to the stable to play with his new "pet," Red Hare.

As soon as they reached the entrance of the Bingzhou army's camp, they were stopped by a group of people.

Leading the group was a subordinate general under Lü Bu named Song Xian.

Behind Song Xian were dozens of Bingzhou soldiers armed with weapons, all with unfriendly expressions and fierce eyes glaring at Zhang Ziqian.

"Stop!" Song Xian stepped forward and blocked Zhang Ziqian's path.

"Huh? Something's wrong?" Zhang Ziqian stopped and looked at them, somewhat puzzled.

"Zhang Ziqian!" Song Xian gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "You defeated my lord, we have nothing to say, we admit we were outmatched!"

"But! You shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have, insulted my lord like this! And you especially shouldn't have bothered his beloved horse every day!"

"We men of Bingzhou can be defeated, we can die, but we will never suffer humiliation!"

The soldiers behind him roared in unison, "Yes! We cannot be humiliated!"

"Today, we will seek justice for our lord!" Song Xian suddenly drew his ring-pommel sword from his waist, pointing it at Zhang Ziqian. "You, do you dare to fight us?!"

"A fight?" Zhang Ziqian was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

They've come seeking revenge.

He looked at the indignant soldiers before him, their faces radiating a sense of "ready to die for their cause," and felt a bit overwhelmed.

"I don't want to fight you guys," Zhang Ziqian said honestly.

What's the point of fighting these greenhorns? There's no reward for winning, and it's just a waste of energy.

However, to Song Xian and others, his words were interpreted as a sign of cowardice and a guilty conscience.

"What? Are you scared?" Song Xian sneered. "Weren't you supposed to be a formidable fighter? Even my lord wasn't your match. How come you don't even have the guts to fight us nobody?"

"Exactly! A bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong!"

"If you've got the guts, then let's have a real fight!"

The soldiers became even more agitated.

Zhang Ziqian sighed.

He felt that these people were all a bit off. Just like their lord, Lü Bu, they were single-minded.

"I'm not afraid," he explained patiently. "I just think it's unnecessary. You can't beat me, and it would be pointless to fight. What if I lose control and kill or injure you? That would be terrible."

This was originally a very true statement.

But to Song Xian, it was blatant contempt!

"Arrogant!" Song Xian trembled with rage. "Brothers! This guy looks down on us! When have we, the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry, ever suffered such humiliation!"

"Let's fight him!"

"Avenge the general!"

"kill!"

No one knows who shouted first, but dozens of Bingzhou soldiers instantly turned red-eyed, raised their swords and spears, and charged towards Zhang Ziqian like a tidal wave!

Swords gleamed, and the air was thick with murderous intent.

A predictable brawl broke out just like that, without any suspense.