But Zheng Wenbing was a deeply scheming person and quickly calmed down.
He waved his hand, letting the Baihua Building maid beside him leave.
Soon, only Zheng Wenbing and three of his subordinates remained in the private room.
"Lord Bing, are you thinking about doing a job?"
The man in the black vest immediately guessed Zheng Wenbing's intentions.
"Foolish, murder and robbery are just the most foolish actions."
"That fisherman indeed has some money, but that's all there is to it."
"If we kill him, wouldn't that cut off a source of income?"
"Once that kid leaves the city, we'll intercept him midway, and give him a severe beating."
"From then on, that kid will be our slave, fishing for us day and night to earn money."
"I'll leech off him for a lifetime."
Zheng Wenbing said with a sinister expression.
As a Skin Tempering Realm Martial Artist, dealing with a small fisherman was exceedingly simple.
That kid has something on him, wouldn't he be at my mercy?!
Earning just once would be a pity; he wants to earn every day.
Otherwise, how could he afford to visit Baihua Building?
"No wonder you're Lord Bing, truly brilliant."
The three subordinates admired him greatly. If it were them, they would only think of some short-sighted methods. Where were they as clever as Lord Bing, wanting to exploit someone for a lifetime, squeezing them every day?
Making them slaves and servants.
In this way, the money that kid earns would all be theirs.
Compared to a one-time transaction, a long-term one is much better.
"Glad you understand."
"You guys go and keep an eye on that kid."
"As soon as he leaves the city, we'll go and give him trouble."
Zheng Wenbing sneered coldly.
He didn't want to make a move in Tonghe County after all; he was just a small leader in the Dragon King Gang.
If something went wrong, no one could protect him.
It's better to head into the wild.
That way, the kid would be helpless, unable to call for aid from heaven or earth.
"Yes."
The three subordinates immediately nodded in agreement and went to monitor Jiang Fan.
...
Tonghe County, an hour later.
Jiang Fan had already bought the necessary living supplies at the market in Tonghe County, big and small bags, at least enough to meet the food needs for him and Su Weiwei for two to three weeks.
At least there would be no risk of going hungry.
"Hmm, someone's watching me?!"
At that moment, Jiang Fan's eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of coldness, feeling as if a thorn was on his back.
Ever since reaching the beginner level of the Soaring Snake Technique, he discovered that not only had his strength, speed, and explosiveness increased in all aspects, but more importantly, his five senses had also enhanced.
A snake-like sense of danger was also beginning to manifest in him.
He could clearly detect some obvious malicious intent.
Undoubtedly, this was the effect brought by the top Martial Arts Technique, the Soaring Snake Technique, incredibly mysterious.
Honestly, he was already very cautious.
The amount of food he bought wasn't much, and he even bought it from different vendors.
But even so, he was still targeted.
This shows how treacherous this world is, with practically no law and order.
He could only rely on himself.
"They don't plan on attacking me in Tonghe County?"
"But want to wait until I leave the city?"
Jiang Fan pretended not to notice his stalkers, deliberately wandering around a few stalls.
Clearly, they were only tailing him, with no intention of attacking in Tonghe County.
After all, it's still a county town with constables and soldiers stationed.
Acting rashly would surely invite trouble.
So it's very normal that they wouldn't dare to do anything in Tonghe County.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
"Let's see who wins in the end."
A trace of killing intent emerged from Jiang Fan. There's only a thousand days of making a thief, but not a thousand days of defending against a thief.
Since they dared to make a move against him, they shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.
If he hadn't become a Skin Tempering Realm Martial Artist, encountering such a situation, he might have run away long ago.
He wouldn't have dared to stay here.
But now, he was eager and even wanted to counter-kill the assailants.
He grasped the sharp dagger he had just bought from the blacksmith shop, feeling much more at ease.
As long as the enemy's cultivation did not surpass the Skin Tempering Realm, they would definitely not be his match.
Of course, if it were truly a Martial Artist beyond the Skin Tempering Realm, they probably wouldn't bother with a poor fisherman like him.
Most likely, the ones targeting him were just some lowlifes in Tonghe County.
He's still able to handle such people.
Another half an hour passed; it was already afternoon, the sun setting in the west.
Jiang Fan, carrying big and small bags of food, pretended not to have noticed anything, seemingly cheerfully leaving Tonghe County toward Osmanthus Village.
Not long after, he walked five or six miles, arriving at a forest with dense vegetation.
"Little brat."
At this moment, four tall figures emerged from the forest, immediately surrounding him.
"Dragon King Gang's Zheng Wenbing?"
Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan's pupils contracted, instantly recognizing the true identity of these thugs. They were the Dragon King Gang members collecting monthly salary from Osmanthus Village.
He didn't expect it was Zheng Wenbing and his group who had set their sights on him.
This was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.
"Oh, you even bought so much food? How much silver did your parents leave you?"
"Last time, you even told me that your family was out of money; how ridiculous."
"Do you know what I hate the most in my life?"
"That is lying."
"If I hadn't found you in Tonghe County, I might still be kept in the dark by you."
"Kneel down immediately."
"Otherwise, today you'll wish to live but can't, wish to die but won't be able to."
The middle-aged man Zheng Wenbing said with a sinister face, looking down at Jiang Fan with contempt, as if he were a lowly person at his mercy.
"Lord Bing, why waste words with him."
"Let's give him a beating first."
"For lowlives like this, if you don't beat them, they won't behave."
The burly man in the black vest squeezed his fists and directly approached, throwing a punch fiercely at Jiang Fan.
If it hit, blood would surely flow, resulting in a bruised face, possibly causing unconsciousness.
The blow was ruthless, leaving no mercy.
Whoosh!
Jiang Fan put down his load of food, tilting his head slightly, effortlessly avoiding the punch by a hair's breadth.
What?!
The man in the black vest was dumbfounded, never expecting such a thing to happen. This was supposed to be a surefire punch. Since when did this cowardly fisherman dare to dodge?
This made him even angrier.
Next, he must beat this fisherman thoroughly, breaking his bones, making him howl in pain.
But before he could make his next move, Jiang Fan pulled out a dagger and, with a reverse grip, stabbed it accurately into the burly man's chest in the black vest.
With just one strike, he pierced the man's heart, causing blood to spurt as if it were free.