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Chapter 264 Eliminating Evil
No wonder Wang Batian felt relieved.

After all, the person who came in was far too young. At first glance, he looked to be only in his early twenties. As for his appearance... he wasn't ugly, but he wasn't particularly handsome either. Only the corners of his mouth always carried a faint smile, which made people feel close to him at first glance.

—At his age, unless he started practicing swordsmanship from the womb, how could he possibly be that eccentric swordsman?
Wang Batian glanced at it and then ignored it, only instructing one of his men to guard the gate and not disturb his enjoyment of the play—or rather, to use the guise of watching the play to ruin people's leisurely enjoyment.

On the other side, the waiter, who had disappeared without a trace, suddenly reappeared and stealthily stopped the young man.

"Sir, we are a teahouse, we only serve tea, we don't have any food. There are several restaurants nearby, why don't you go over there?"

However, it was a pity that he had such good intentions. The young man seemed oblivious to the tense situation that was about to erupt. He glanced into the room and then laughed.

"Isn't there some tea and snacks? I'm not picky, after all, we've been traveling for several hours and are almost starving."

The guy was still trying to stop him, but who would have thought that this guy, who didn't seem to be walking very fast, was like an eel, and in a moment of distraction, he was already two meters away.

How did this guy get there?
The waiter was taken aback for a few moments, but immediately grabbed the young man and whispered something.

"Hey kid, do you even have eyes? Didn't you see this?"

The young man suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Didn't you see anything?"

Seeing that Wang Batian seemed about to turn his gaze towards him again, the waiter could only sigh and then drape his handkerchief over his shoulder.

"No, please sit anywhere."

—As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words, so don't blame me for not saving you.

…………

After a while.

Wang Batian's side.

Because the henchman blocked the door, the onlookers couldn't escape and could only sit there in complete silence, the previous lively atmosphere gone.

Of course, they are not the worst off.

The most pitiful one was the storyteller—no one knew where Wang Batian got all his resentment from, but he used him as a punching bag, insisting that Wang Batian keep telling the story no matter what.

Left with no other choice, the storyteller could only continue speaking, his trembling beard shaking.

"Only a few days after that swordsman killed Chief Wang, he went after another group of bandits who bullied the innocent."

Upon hearing this, Wang Batian suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"A bandit who oppresses the good and kind, isn't that referring to me?"

The storyteller's face immediately contorted into a grimace.

—I can't go on like this!
However, just when he was in despair, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Waiter, serve!"

The group turned around and saw that it was the young man who had just joined the group who had spoken. He gave a somewhat shy smile when he saw the stares directed at him.

Could this guy be an idiot?
Wang Batian was too lazy to argue with someone with a screw loose like this—but after being interrupted, he forgot what he was going to say and just waved his hand and said.

"Alright, you can continue."

The storyteller, who had escaped death, was already unsteady on his feet, but he still had to continue his story in the face of so many vicious people.

"The swordsman chose midnight, deliberately bypassing his men, and went to the door."

It must be said that this old man is quite capable; even in such a crisis, he speaks clearly and articulately.

Just to avoid saying something wrong and getting stabbed, a lot of things were edited and deleted. What was originally a good message about eliminating evil was made into a very fragmented mess by him.

However, in the end, he managed to at least manage to wrap things up.

"Finally, the swordsman seized an opportunity, stabbed the villain to death with one stroke, and then disappeared into the night with a few leaps."

However, no one answered.

Wang Batian curled the corners of his mouth and said mockingly.

"Is this the end?"

The storyteller nodded blankly, seemingly at a loss for words.

then.

The other party immediately laughed cruelly.

"Your skills are really too poor. To prevent anyone from being fooled by you again in the future, I'd better make sure you can never go on stage again. You two, go and break both of his legs, and then cut off his tongue. Remember, cut it off from the root, so he can stop talking nonsense."

"Uncle Wang, please spare me! I'll never do it again!"

However, before the storyteller could finish his tearful plea, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"I say, sir, if you are not satisfied with this story, how about I tell you another one?"

Wang Batian raised his head, and a fawning smile immediately came into view.

—It's that young man who just came into the room.

Is this a scam?

Wang Batian's eyes grew cold, his whole body tensed, and he was ready to act at any moment.

However, when his perspective shifted downwards, he paused for a moment, then grinned.

—The young man's hands were trembling slightly.

Clearly, he was scared!
—Young punk, you've been listening to too many storytelling performances, haven't you? You really think you can put on an empty city stratagem and become a hero?

Wang Batian raised his hand, signaling the others not to rush, and then, like a cat playing with a mouse, he laughed.

"Alright, if your story makes me happy, I don't mind letting this old man off the hook this time—oh, and that's not all, you'll get a good reward too!"

However, the final "not a few" is a comical rising tone, and anyone with a discerning eye can immediately understand its meaning.

Some of the other listeners showed signs of reluctance, but the young man seemed oblivious and continued speaking.

"Since Lord Wang has said so, then I will make a fool of myself."

The young man cleared his throat and then began to speak calmly.

"Actually, what I'm going to tell you isn't anything special, just something I saw while passing by—about seventy or eighty miles to the north, there's a village called Li Family Village. There's a widow in the village, with the same surname, who is incredibly beautiful. Because her family makes a living by making tofu, she's known as the Tofu Beauty."

"This tofu seller's husband died early, leaving her with elderly parents and young children to support. Of course, when a woman, especially a single and beautiful one, goes out in public, there will inevitably be some gossip and some people with dirty minds trying to seduce her—but fortunately, her neighbors and fellow villagers are all quite nice, and with mutual support, she is able to barely manage to stay afloat."

Compared to storytellers, this young man's narration style was not particularly sophisticated, and his storytelling was straightforward. However, for some reason, it seemed to have a magical power, making everyone listen attentively.

"As the child grew older, life seemed more promising, but who would have thought that such an unexpected event could happen? Even staying at home, this person could get into trouble."

"—A group of bandits, who came from who-knows-where, heard that this tofu seller was beautiful, so on a dark and windy night, they broke into the village and demanded that she be taken as their concubine. But the problem was that this tofu seller was deeply in love with her deceased husband and had politely declined countless marriage proposals over the years. How could she possibly be willing to submit to a bandit? So she refused on the spot."

As Wang Batian listened to these things, his face grew increasingly grim—but the young man seemed oblivious, continuing his calm narration. "But who would have thought that the bandit leader, enraged and humiliated, would try to force himself on her when reasoning failed? Widow Li struggled fiercely, but how could a weak woman possibly defeat a strong man? Seeing that she was about to be violated, Widow Li suddenly bit the bandit hard, tearing off a whole chunk of flesh."

"Then, in excruciating pain, the bandit leader drew his knife and stabbed Widow Li to death—but that wasn't the end of it. In his rage, the bandit ordered his men to find Widow Li's still-childish child, and they cruelly dismembered the body alive."

"enough!"

A roar was heard.

Wang Batian stood up, gripped the long sword at his waist, and said with bloodshot eyes.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

However, the young man remained nonchalant.

"Hey buddy, why are you in such a hurry? I'm not talking about you. Besides, don't you want to hear the rest of the story?"

After saying that, the young man ignored Wang Batian and continued on his own.

"The widow Li and her son were killed, but her elderly mother, who lived on the other side of the village, was spared. The next day, when the old woman went to deliver food, she saw the corpse in a pool of blood and fainted from fright. When she woke up, she had gone mad. In the end, the neighbors helped with the funeral arrangements."

"Originally, because it was dark at the time, and the victim's entire family was almost wiped out, and the only survivor had gone mad, there were no aggrieved parties to appeal, so the government planned to close the case as a headless miscarriage of justice. Who would have thought that a drunkard would happen to be returning home in the middle of the night and unexpectedly see the faces of that gang of thugs—the most conspicuous of them all was the leader's thick beard."

At this point, everyone looked at Wang Batian with sudden realization.

At this moment, the burly man with a full beard was too lazy to say anything more. He simply called to his companions and prepared to kill the blind fool.

But the young man continued to speak, and even concluded with his usual calm.

“When I passed through that village, the crazy old woman was searching everywhere for her daughter and grandson—in her mind, her children were just missing, not dead—and it was her neighbor who told me about it, and it was from him that I received the commission.”

"What a coincidence, the target we were entrusted with also happens to have the surname Wang."

"—Don't you think so, Wang Batian?"

At this point, Wang Batian finally understood.

"You're that swordsman who went around killing villains with the surname Wang!"

The young man just laughed.

"It's not that exaggerated. We just paid special attention to people with the surname Wang. After all, there are so many evil people and monsters in this world. If we see them, we'll just chop them down and that's all."

Wang Batian gave no reply, only shouted with all his might.

"Do it!"

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight burly men, including the gatekeeper, rushed toward the young man!

But the next moment.

An even faster sword light flashed by!

Before anyone could react, a burly man clutched his gaping throat and staggered backward.

Between the lightning and flint.

In fact, no one saw how the young man drew his sword.

Then, the young man took a step forward.

The longsword is like the north wind of winter; you can hear its sound but not see its form.

In the blink of an eye, another spray of blood splattered everywhere!

Only then did someone finally react. One of them drew a curved knife from his waist, and in a flash, he took advantage of a gap in the young man's hand to sneak up to his side. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he slashed at the young man's wide-open neck!

Wang Batian, who was holding the line at the rear, couldn't help but secretly cheer.

This man was his deputy and a bodyguard he had hired at great expense. He was known in the underworld as "Cold Drill Wind," referring to his ruthless and deadly attacks.

The man who was hiding among the ordinary bandits was determined to use others as shields and strike unexpectedly.

Sure enough, this was a single strike.
However, before Wang Batian could finish this thought, he saw Leng Zuanfeng's head flying high into the air.

All the thoughts turned into one idea.

How can this sword be so fast?
Russian qing.

The entire teahouse reeked of blood.

Wang Batian sat on the ground, his previous arrogance gone, replaced by a look of utter horror.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all of his men were killed.

He even tried to resist, but the final result was...
He touched a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder, and his trembling intensified.

"Wait, wait, sir! Please spare me! Please spare me! I'll turn myself in to the county later. And how much did that man pay you? I'll pay double, no, triple!!!"

Wang Batian didn't have much hope to begin with; it was just a subconscious plea.

But who could have predicted that?

The sword stopped right at his throat.

Has this person agreed?
—Holy crap, money really does move people's hearts; the ancients were right!
The young man laughed as he looked at Wang Batian, who was pleading for mercy.

"Alright then, here's the deal: I got a basket of eggs from that guy, and if you can give me three baskets right now, I'll let you go, okay?"

What is this ghost?

But immediately, Wang Batian realized something.

—This teahouse offers food; not to mention anything else, three baskets of eggs are definitely enough to easily come up with!

However, when Wang Batian looked around, all he could see were faces that were either indifferent, ignoring, or even gloating.

There are so many people here, yet not a single one is willing to help him!
"Wait, sir, sir! Please wait a moment. Give me the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and I will definitely find it for you."

However, the young man simply shrugged.

"Don't blame me, you couldn't get it yourself. I'm a very honest person."

At this point, Wang Batian finally understood.

This person never intended to let him go in the first place; they were just playing him!
"Fuck your mother, you bastard—"

However, the sword had already struck.

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