To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 162 Lord Wu! Long time no see!

Meng Tian's tone was somewhat self-reproachful, but in his heart, he felt even more admiration for Zhang Fan.

The journey was fraught with danger, with not only assassins lurking around the area, but also insidious methods like poisoning.

Even so, the immortal master was still able to turn danger into safety and remain unharmed.

Such methods and wisdom are far beyond what ordinary people can match!

Considering how potatoes solved the food shortage problem for the Qin border army, Meng Tian's respect for Zhang Fan deepened even further.

"It's alright."

Zhang Fan waved his hand, not caring.

"It was just a couple of small fry who got away; they can't cause any real trouble."

He cupped his hands in greeting to Meng Tian and said:

"Thank you for coming to our aid, General Meng. We should not linger here. Let's return to Xianyang as soon as possible."

"Good! All troops, heed my command! Escort the Immortal Master back to Xianyang at full speed!"

……

The next day, in the evening.

Xianyang was the seat of the Imperial Grain Administration.

The mansion was brightly lit, and Wu Liang was sitting leisurely in the main seat, sipping a cup of fine tea.

Compared to his composure, Feng Chang Luo Lang appeared anxious and uneasy.

Laurent paced back and forth in the hall, wringing his hands, his face full of anxiety:

"Brother Wu! A whole day and night have passed, why haven't we received any news from Lu Zhang yet?"

"Could something have gone wrong?"

"Hehe, Brother Luo, please calm down."

Wu Liang put down his teacup and let out a soft chuckle.

"What's your hurry?"

"I already found out that Zhang Fan only had fewer than two hundred exhausted soldiers from Shangdang County with him!"

"And what I sent out were sixty elite assassins, led by Lu Zhang!"

He picked up the teacup and blew on it to cool it down.

"That Lu Zhang is a top-tier expert whom my Wu family has invested heavily in training!"

"Incredibly brave, possessing the strength of ten thousand men, trained in the army, capable of taking on ten men single-handedly!"

"A mere two hundred county soldiers are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of him."

"I estimate that by tomorrow morning at the latest, we'll hear the good news that Zhang Fan has died and vanished."

"At that time, with no one to testify against the dead, even if His Majesty wanted to retaliate, he wouldn't have a pretext."

After listening to Wu Liang's analysis, Luo Lang's anxious mood calmed down a lot.

He stopped, a smile spreading across his face, and then burst into laughter:

"Haha! Lord Wu is absolutely right!"

"I was overthinking it!"

"Come, let me toast Brother Wu, wishing us peace of mind!"

Just as the two raised their glasses, ready to drink and celebrate.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and a servant rushed in, his face full of terror.

"M-My lord! Something terrible has happened!"

Wu Liang rebuked him unhappily:

"What's the panic! Is the sky falling down?"

The servant trembled with fear, knelt on the ground, and stammered:

"No...no...it's...it's outside the door..."

"Immortal Master Zhang Fan...sent someone to say...that he requests that you and Lord Luo Lang come out to see him!"

"What?"

Wu Liang and Luo Lang were struck dumb, and the teacups in their hands crashed to the ground with a loud bang, shattering into pieces.

The two were instantly stunned, their minds went blank, and their faces drained of color.

Zhang Fan?

How did he get here?! Shouldn't he... have died on the road?!

Where is Lu Zhang?

What about the sixty suicide soldiers?

Before the two could recover from this huge shock...

Zhang Fan's laughter could be clearly heard coming from outside the mansion gate, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Lord Wu, Lord Luo, how have you been?"

"This immortal master has come uninvited to pay a visit. Surely you two... won't be unwelcome?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Fan walked in from outside the door, laughing loudly.

He was not followed by a large number of soldiers, only the sisters Luo Ying and Luo Li stood silently by his side.

Zhang Fan acted as if he were back home, walking straight to the head seat and plopping down.

He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a full cup of tea.

"Sigh, I'm so tired from this long journey."

He picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it, and sighed with satisfaction.

"It's so much more comfortable at Lord Wu's residence!"

"Perfect timing, I've come to bother you for a bit, so I'm taking a rest."

This extremely arrogant attitude instantly brought Wu Liang back to his senses from his great shock.

Old grudges and new hatreds surged into my heart!

"Zhang Fan!"

Wu Liang pointed at him, trembling with anger, his pale face, caused by illness, flushed red.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"This is my residence! Not a place where you can run wild!"

The thought of that last time in the manor, it was this bastard who led the attack.

One move ruined all his teeth, leaving him bedridden for almost two months.

Even eating was difficult, and Wu Liang's anger surged uncontrollably.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan looked up.

With an innocent smile on his face, he slowly took a sip of tea.

He then said slowly and deliberately:

"Why is Lord Wu so angry?"

"We became friends after a fight, you know..."

They became friends after a fight!

Wu Liangqi's beard was all crooked!

Zhang Fan put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of which!"

"That Prefect of Shangdang Commandery, Feng Jing, wasn't it you, Lord Wu, who personally recommended him for the position?"

"I presume to know about what happened in Shangdang County!"

"Lord Wu... surely you know something about this?"

"Nonsense!"

Wu Liang slammed his hand on the table and retorted sharply.

"Feng Jing is guilty, and he has only himself to blame!"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

"Yeah?"

Zhang Fan's smile widened, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"Lord Wu, do you really think His Majesty is afraid of the deeply entrenched influence behind your Wu family?"

"Do you really think His Majesty...wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Upon hearing this!

Fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on Wu Liang and Luo Lang's foreheads.

They can disregard any evidence and vehemently deny everything!

But I dare not try to guess what the First Emperor was thinking!

That was a truly ruthless and decisive emperor!

Laurent could no longer remain calm.

He stepped forward, his voice angry.

"Zhang Fan! What...what exactly do you want to do?"

"Hehe, Lord Luo, don't be nervous."

Zhang Fan leaned back in his chair, shrugged, and his nonchalant smile returned to his face.

"I'm only saying this because you two gentlemen have connections and influence throughout Xianyang!"

"I have extensive connections, so I've come all this way... Would you two like to discuss a collaboration?"

Cooperation?

Wu Liang and Luo Lang exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it has no good intentions!

"Zhang Fan! Stop trying to be mysterious!"

Wu Liang stared intently at Zhang Fan and sneered.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

"You just want to use your sorcery that records human speech and images!"

"Are you trying to trick us into saying something so you can present it as evidence before His Majesty?"

He pointed at Zhang Fan, his face full of smug satisfaction at having seen through the scheme.

"Let me tell you! I, Wu Liang, am no fool!"

"That trick won't work on me!"