AWB Chapter 30 Dali Pill
Chapter 30 Dali Pill
Lin Fan was not displeased by the man's condescending attitude; he remained perfectly calm.
"Steward Zhao, let me guess what's going on. You've been managing all the Wu family's shops for years, embezzling from them and amassing a fortune."
But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Old Master Wu noticed the discrepancies in the accounts and prepared to hold you accountable. Unfortunately for him, you were prepared and preemptively plotted to kill Old Master Wu. Am I right?
Although I don't know how you killed Grandpa Wu, nor do I know what the person in the tree did to offend you, these things do not diminish your crimes of embezzlement and murder.
"Heh." Butler Zhao laughed contemptuously. "This is truly unbelievable. Did I just stumble upon a dead mouse by sheer luck? You've all given up being Taoist priests chanting sutras and become constables investigating cases? Since you're so curious, I'll grant your wish."
Butler Zhao patted imaginary dust off his hands and walked towards Lin Fan as if casually chatting with a friend.
“The woman in the tree is my woman. I bought her more than ten years ago for a lot of money. She was still a virgin then. To be honest, I have feelings for her over the years. But I’m going to leave for a distant place soon, and a woman would just be a burden to me.”
“Then you don’t need to kill her.” Lin Fan became alert as he saw Butler Zhao approaching. The man looked like an ordinary, overweight middle-aged man, and he had a wooden sword in his hand. If he was careful, he should be fine.
Instead of heading directly towards Lin Fan, Butler Zhao turned a corner and casually strolled around the courtyard.
“You’re right. Although she’s a bit older, she’s still worth some money if you sell her again. It’s just that I’m a bit stubborn. I don’t like touching women that other people have touched, and I don’t like letting women I’ve touched be touched by other people. Haha, a lot of people have laughed at me for this. I know it’s petty, but I just can’t get over that hurdle in my heart.”
Steward Zhao picked up a silver ingot and stroked it affectionately: "Back then, just because she was a virgin, I spent three times as much money as she did."
After saying that, he picked up the silver and walked towards Lin Fan.
“I wanted to kill her, and she told me she was pregnant with my child and begged me to let her go. But I know women are all liars, and this bitch had nothing in her belly! She hadn’t gotten pregnant in over ten years, how could she suddenly have one just because I killed her! So I hung her up, cut open her belly, and as you can see, there was no child at all.”
After saying those words fiercely, Butler Zhao revealed a relieved smile on his face.
Hearing this, Lin Fan became a little nervous. This person was so ruthless; he was definitely not a simple character.
Ignoring Lin Fan's tense expression, Steward Zhao continued, "Alright, all of that is in the past. Little Taoist, everyone has their difficulties. Take this and pretend you didn't see anything today. My carriage is outside, and we won't see each other again."
As he spoke, Steward Zhao handed the silver to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan nodded and reached out to take the silver.
He's right. He's not a constable, and solving cases isn't his job.
This ingot is worth at least fifty taels, no, maybe a hundred taels, almost enough to buy back his land and house.
He did intend to take the silver and leave, but he had no intention of letting this man go. He could simply report him to the authorities once he was outside; the silver ingot in his hand was proof. He didn't want this kind of money. Steward Zhao couldn't possibly escape.
meow~
A meow several times sharper than before rang out.
If it weren't for the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, this one blow would have been enough to make Lin Fan's ears ring and his head spin for a while.
Before Lin Fan's hand could even touch the silver, the steward Zhao in front of him suddenly lowered his body.
The overweight middle-aged man suddenly became surprisingly agile, his body moving with incredible flexibility as he nestled into Lin Fan's arms.
A fist struck Lin Fan's most vulnerable spot at an odd angle.
An ordinary person would definitely not be able to react in time and would be severely injured. Lin Fan only seized the opportunity for a moment by using his extraordinary calmness.
Boom!
The fist collided with the wooden sword, producing a dull cracking sound, clearly indicating that the wooden sword had suffered internal damage.
The gap between an ordinary person and a trained martial artist cannot be bridged by calmness. When Butler Zhao's attack failed, he made an incredibly flexible movement.
The whip kick landed on Lin Fan's back. Lin Fan lost his balance and fell headfirst to the ground.
Butler Zhao licked the back of his hand and lay down on the ground in a typical feline posture.
He looked at the boy who had just eaten dog poop with a strange, cat-like smile on his face.
"Seeing how calm and collected you were just now, I thought you were something special. But you're just an ordinary person. Little Taoist priest, if you don't show off your magic tricks soon, it'll be too late." Butler Zhao's tone became teasing, which seemed to match his cat-like face even better.
"Fine, it's better if they're easy to kill. Whether it's one or three, it's all the same. Only the dead will keep my secret, don't you think?"
Lin Fan remained still and secretly swallowed the powerful pill that was tucked between his fingers.
Seeing that Lin Fan didn't even try to stand up and resist, and was instead slowly circling him like a cat playing with a mouse, Steward Zhao was still somewhat wary of these Taoist priests' magic tricks. Otherwise, he would have pounced on him and torn Lin Fan's throat open long ago.
He walks on all fours, resembling a four-legged animal.
"What have I done to wrong the Wu family? Uncle Wu says I'm greedy! But I've earned them even more!"
"He, the head of the Wu family, is simply not cut out for business. If he were in charge of these shops, they would all have gone bankrupt and closed down long ago!"
"That young master of the Wu family has just taken over the family business. As a new official, he's already making his mark on me."
"I worked my way up from a servant to a guard in the Wu family, then to the head guard, and finally to the chief steward. It was all thanks to my own abilities."
"The Wu family only gave me a few copper coins a year. Is that worth me working so hard for them?"
"They simply don't understand!"
"Enough, there's no use in saying these things to you. Just hurry up and die. On your way to the underworld, please tell the eldest young master of the Wu family everything I said."
Lin Fan sat up straight, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He didn't know where the kick had injured him, but it had clearly caused him internal injuries.
He felt his heart pounding, his whole body was dizzy and swollen, and his head was so heavy that he could hardly think.
Suddenly a gentle breeze blew past his head, and the effect of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl brought him back to his senses.
Lin Fan felt that the Power Pill had no effect other than making his heart race and his blood rush to his head. Wait, could it really be like that?
Thinking about the usual practices of those swindlers, Lin Fan suddenly felt that this was reasonable.
I actually treated this pill as a life-saving measure; I really fell for those scoundrels' tricks. How despicable!
Lin Fan could only try to buy time and wait to see if someone would come to rescue him, or if the powerful pill would take a while to take effect.
"Steward Zhao, there is still one thing I don't understand, and I hope to die knowing the truth. Everyone says that Master Wu's martial arts are unparalleled, how did you kill him? Could it be that your Cat Fist is some kind of peerless divine skill?"
Butler Zhao was indeed angry when he heard this: "What cat fist! This is tiger fist! All that bullshit about being a peerless martial artist is just people bragging. His family spent so much money to train him, and he's only at the second level."
"I reached the peak of the first level ten years ago through my own hard training. Now that I have mastered the Tiger Form Fist, it is no problem for me to fight against the second level."
Lin Fan felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and a cacophony of voices in his mind made it impossible for him to concentrate.
The sound seemed very distant, like a group of people chanting something in a disorderly manner.
All of this made him extremely irritable, and he wanted to tear it apart and destroy everything he saw.
A gentle breeze swept through his mind, allowing him to regain control of his thoughts. Lin Fan smiled and said to the butler Zhao before him:
"You're just a poor imitation, a mere imitation. Take this!"