Promise!

Chapter 67, Fu Rong

Just as Zhuang Jin was secretly planning to break through the four classics next month and reap heads with ease, Zhuang Yutang and Zhuang Yuyong were also planning on him.

"This month is the last month for that little beast to complete his self-selected mission. We will have a chance next month." Zhuang Yutang said, letting out a breath.

Ever since he knew that Zhuang Jin was not dead, and had entered the Shen family to learn martial arts and broke through the three classics, he had not been able to eat or sleep well in the past two months. He was only able to endure it because he still had some rationality and reminded himself not to move rashly. But now he is almost at his limit and can't wait any longer!
Isn’t it the same for Zhuang Yuyong?
"Yes!" He spoke softly, his voice like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"I'm afraid that next month the evil creature will still be assigned to the Shen family headquarters or the medicinal fields outside the city. That will be difficult to deal with." Zhuang Yutang said worriedly.

"will not!"

As an elite member of the Medicine King Gang, Zhuang Yuyong had some knowledge of the Shen family, their old rival, and was quite familiar with their intricacies. "That little bastard has already reached the Third Sutra. There aren't many suitable positions for him in the Shen family. Even if there were, he'd already been targeted by those old guys with seniority, connections, no potential, and who are afraid of death."

"Let me put it this way. If it weren't for the opportunity to choose his own mission and the written rules, that little bastard wouldn't have been able to stay at the Shen family headquarters these past few months. And in the Shen family's medicinal fields outside the city, the three sutras correspond to the level of a team leader. There's only one position for each person, so how could there be an extra one? He's probably been assigned to the north of the city!"

"And the north of the city..."

Zhuang Yuyong sneered, "As long as that little bastard goes to the north of the city, even if it's not next to the streets of our Medicine King Gang, if he doesn't come over, can't I go over there? I've already contacted two friends in the same realm, and we'll attack together when the time comes..."

As he spoke, he looked towards Zhuang Yutang.

Zhuang Yutang understood what his brother meant. "I'll cover part of the cost of hiring someone to take action, but is just two Third-Class Martial Artists enough? Right now, that evil creature is out in the open, and we're in the dark. But if we miss a single blow, and that evil creature is on guard, I'm afraid we won't have another chance."

"Brother, you don't understand. Our Yaowang Gang and the Shen family are the same. Each street is equipped with three teams. Only the team leader is a three-class warrior. And three three-class warriors are already all the team leaders under the guard of a street."

Zhuang Yuyong sneered, "Two against one is dangerous in the same realm, let alone three against one. We three warriors of the Three Realms attacked, and even attacked by surprise, with such a large scale, to deal with that little beast. What a blessing it is! It's enough to send him on his way."

He said this confidently, with an expression that said 'the advantage is mine'.

Zhuang Yutang felt a sudden surge of fear at the sight of his brother. After a moment's deliberation, he said, "Even a lion must use all its might to slay a rabbit. We need to be more cautious and devise a foolproof plan to leave that evil creature no chance of escape... So, when the time comes, you might as well contact the nearby Medicine King Gang and join forces. If we don't move, it's fine. If we do, we'll aim for a decisive kill!"

Zhuang Yuyong listened, thought for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Alright, once we've determined the street the little bastard is in, I'll see if I can find someone to pull strings and contact the warriors from the nearby Yaowang Gang streets to launch a joint night raid. That way, even if the little bastard dies, the Shen family won't be able to say anything."

Afterwards, the two of them conspired to plan all the details to ensure that nothing would go wrong.

"Brother, if you arrange things like this, not to mention one Three Sutra Warrior, even two would surely die."

"It's also for the sake of safety. The longer the night, the more trouble you have!"

Zhuang Yutang made up his mind, feeling much more at ease. He relaxed slightly and even made a joke: "As long as that evil creature is not from the Four Classics or some Jianghu storybook and breaks through on the battlefield, he will definitely die in our hands this time!"

"Four Classics? How is that possible?"

Zhuang Yuyong was amused by his elder brother's words which had no common sense in martial arts. He didn't believe that Zhuang Jin could reach the fourth classic in such a short time. As for the breakthrough in the battle, it was even more nonsense. A martial artist's breakthrough should not be disturbed, and he also wanted to make a breakthrough in the battle. Did he want to make him laugh to death?

He explained this and they both burst into laughter.

After a moment, when the laughter died down, the two men exchanged glances, each seeing the other's determination. The flickering flame of the oil lamp illuminated two ferocious faces. At this moment, they both had the same thought in their minds: 'Zhuang Jin, that evil bastard, is about to die!'

……

The next day was May 1st.

Zhuang Jin received his monthly allowance, last month's work wages and bonuses, and came to the task office. As expected, he was assigned to Furong Street in the north of the city, which Chang and his colleagues had mentioned earlier.

He went there with Lin Hong, Qian Wende and others.

By the way, Zhuang Jin and Qian Wende are from the same street, but in different teams. Lin Hong, Xiang Qichen, Xiong Lei and others are also in the north of the city, but on different streets.

This month, Bi Kai was still working in the medicinal fields outside the city. After all, he had been working there for several months and was considered half an old man. He had not made any mistakes. In addition, he was only a second-level warrior, and it was not like the third-level warriors who wanted the position of team leader. There was only one position for each person.

Wu Haoze is still in the south of the city.

Bi Kai and Wu Hao were traveling the same distance as them. They had a quick gathering last night. Zhuang Jin saw Wu Hao coming safely and was busy practicing, so he didn't have time to ask him in detail. Now they started chatting.

"The south side of the city is dangerous. The warriors of the Medicine King Gang are just as Brother Qian said, very fierce. But Brother Zhuang is right. We in the Shen family have more warriors. We can use more against fewer, or..." As Wu Hao spoke, one could see his growth, and there was a hint of determination on his face.

Then he talked about Jiao Kun: "Last month, when he went to the south of the city, it seems that Brother Jiao was slightly injured. The incident in the north of the city has spread back. He was not popular... He went into battle... and broke his arm. The doctor diagnosed him as a useless person and could no longer practice martial arts. However, he was lucky to save his life."

"Oh?" Zhuang Jin was surprised. Jiao Kun, who was the second one to become a formal warrior, move into the dormitory, and was predicted by a fortune teller to be rich and powerful, ended up like this.

Lin Hong, Bi Kai and others were all sighing when they heard what had happened to their former roommate.

The short journey together ended quickly. Wu Hao and Bi Kai left one after another, and Lin Hong also said goodbye. Zhuang Jin and Qian Wende came to Furong Street where they were working this month.

……

North of the city, Furong Street.

When Zhuang Jin and Qian Wende came over, someone was already waiting. The street guard seemed to be away. They went to meet Zhuang Jin's team leader Ke Jingxing and another team leader Song Jie, who had been asked by an old friend of Chang Hetong in advance to take care of Zhuang Jin.

Ke Jingxing looked to be in his forties, with a thin face. He nodded slightly to Zhuang Jin and said with a kind smile, "Our street commander Duan has gone to a meeting in the neighborhood, but he attaches great importance to Captain Zhuang. He said at noon that he would host a welcoming ceremony for Captain Zhuang at Jinhua Building!"

Facing two warriors who had both reached the third level of the classics, Zhuang Jin naturally knew his place and maintained a respectful attitude towards his seniors.

Another team leader, Song Jie, looked to be in his early thirties, much younger, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with his sleeves rolled up. He looked decisive and had a good sense of measure in his words. It was obvious that he was the kind of person who was good at socializing.

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(End of this chapter)