“According to the rules, those twenty coins earlier were all that you were supposed to get.”

Hong Yun said softly, raising his hand slightly toward Chen Fan.

The meaning was clear.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrow slightly:

“Are you saying that the one hundred taels aren’t mine to take?”

“Exactly. This is the rule of the troupe. You take commissions to eat, the rest must be handed over. Since you’ve joined my troupe, you must follow my rules.”

Chen Fan couldn’t help but smile.

When exactly had he joined the troupe?

He still remembered that just yesterday, Hong Yun had looked down on him greatly.

Anyway, since the one hundred taels had already entered Chen Fan’s pocket, there was no way they would leave.

Chen Fan put away his smile, focusing, and said:

“If it’s not mine, I won’t take a single coin. But if it’s mine, you won’t take it.”

These words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

If any able-bodied person had said this, Hong Yun and the others would have thought twice.

But now, the one who said this was a cripple.

Hong Yun patted Chen Fan’s shoulder:

“Cripple, I’ve spent half my life in the opera troupe, and no one has ever dared to break my rules.”

As he spoke, the surrounding actors slowly stood up, and there was an implicit intention to encircle Chen Fan.

Among them were several martial artists who acted as the troupe’s warriors. They were all tall, strong, and looked extremely fierce.

Holding red-tassel spears, the tips gleamed with cold light.

Though these spears were props for the play, they could certainly kill without hesitation.

The red tassels were striking, and Chen Fan couldn’t tell if they were stained with paint or fresh blood.

Looking at the surrounding situation, Chen Fan also remembered that there was a child by his side.

So, he reluctantly said:

“Let’s talk things through, whatever it is, we can go outside.”

Hong Yun had been operating in Liuguang City for nearly forty to fifty years, relying on this troupe and a group of thugs he had cultivated.

They were not just actors, but also thugs.

In Liuguang City, no one would dare to ignore Hong Yun’s influence.

He wasn’t afraid of Chen Fan causing any trouble. A cripple couldn’t stir up too much of a storm.

Thinking of how Chen Fan had knocked out the elder of the Floating Kun Palace with a single hit using his crutch, Hong Yun thought it was just a coincidence.

Outside the carriage, Chen Fan supported himself with his crutches, his hands placed firmly on the mud as his expression remained calm.

The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

The people around him, including Hong Yun, had completely surrounded him.

Sigh...

Chen Fan sighed:

“Is there really no room for negotiation?”

Hong Yun’s expression grew stern, and he immediately lost patience.

He waved his hand, and several martial artists with spears began to close in on Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stood still, unmovable, but his right hand lightly gripped his crutch, and he softly said:

“Have you ever heard the sound of the wind?”

In the next instant, Hong Yun saw Chen Fan vanish from his original position in an incredibly strange manner.

Only then did he hear Chen Fan’s voice.

Before the sound reached him, Chen Fan had already appeared in front of him.

What kind of speed was this?

Breaking the wind!

By the time Chen Fan reappeared, his crutch was still planted firmly on the ground.

It was as if he hadn’t moved at all.

But there were now several corpses, all oozing blood.

Hong Yun broke into a cold sweat.

Only a few breaths had passed, but it felt as if a hundred years had gone by.

He felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.

This was a method he had never seen before. It was a hundred times stronger than the techniques of the Floating Kun Palace or the low-tier sects like the Flowing Cloud Immortal Sect.

This unassuming blind man was actually a hidden expert.

Realizing he had provoked someone terrifying, Hong Yun immediately dropped to his knees.

However, his knees were lightly propped up by a crutch.

Chen Fan didn’t look at Hong Yun. He simply withdrew his crutch, turned around, and said:

“If there’s nothing else, let’s return to the city.”

Eliminating all roots wasn’t Chen Fan’s style.

Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t kill.

But some people just had to rush to queue up for the gates of hell, and he couldn’t help it.

After all, what he did, if said aloud, made sense anywhere.

It’s just a pity that this world has never been a place where logic prevails.

The carriage resumed its journey.

This time, Chen Fan found a quiet corner.

Hong Yun and the others kept a considerable distance from him, and their eyes were filled with timidity and fear.

Chen Fan didn’t care.

Beside him, Yao Yao, who had been sleeping lightly, struggled to keep her eyes open.

When she saw Chen Fan return, she excitedly pulled out a large chicken drumstick from her bosom.

She had secretly taken it during the feast earlier.

Since Chen Fan had played the suona all day without eating or drinking, she figured he must be hungry.

This was her little surprise for him.

The drumstick had been crumpled in her pocket for a long time, the skin was wrinkled, and the meat was separating. Its appearance had somewhat deteriorated.

But when Chen Fan paused for a moment and saw it, he still smiled and took it.

He put it in his mouth, and with a gentle bite, the chicken meat melted like silk in his mouth, every fiber clear.

It slid down smoothly, leaving a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth.

For a long time after that, Chen Fan ate many chicken drumsticks.

But none of them tasted quite like the one he had today.

Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the carriage seemed to set the stage for some future afternoon, when, during a tea break, one might suddenly remember this moment.

----------------------------------------

Liuguang City.

When the carriage reached the city gates, Chen Fan parted ways with the troupe.

The moment Chen Fan got off the carriage, Hong Yun personally took the reins, cracking the whip to make the strong horse cry out in pain. In a moment, the horse galloped away, disappearing into the distance.

Perhaps Hong Yun would never want to deal with Chen Fan again.

Chen Fan, with Yao Yao sleeping on his back, limped into the city.

He hadn’t walked far when he suddenly felt his shoulder become damp.

It was the dream drool from Yao Yao, soaking his already thin clothes.

Yao Yao sniffed, her nose twitching. She smelled the chicken’s fragrance and laughed softly.

“Feasting is so nice!”

Chen Fan: ...

Suddenly, he remembered that he should buy a few new sets of clothes for Yao Yao.

Her clothes were stained with grease and there were no clean clothes for her, which was quite troublesome.

Chen Fan thought to himself, and as his body turned, he wobbled toward the tailor shop in the city.

As he passed the bridge, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the half-immortal.

If it weren’t for the half-immortal’s advice, Chen Fan wouldn’t have made his first bucket of gold so quickly.

He should give the half-immortal a commission.

Thus, he turned his steps and walked toward the bottom of the bridge.

Before he even got close, he heard a commotion.

“You fraud, damn your mother, give me my money back!”

The half-immortal: “My mother is at the West Mountain graveyard. Second tomb on the left as you enter, go ahead.”

“I’ll damn your immortal board!”

Half-immortal: ...

Seeing Chen Fan coming down from the bridge, the half-immortal looked as if he had seen his savior and immediately pulled him over:

“Cripple brother, you’ve come at the right time, please help me settle this.”

Chen Fan was confused, signaling that he still had a sleeping child on his back.

Then, he slowly moved toward the two of them.

The half-immortal looked at Yao Yao, who was asleep, then leaned toward Chen Fan’s ear and whispered:

“...&&%%￥￥…%￥”