Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 156 A "Temperamental Arrival" from the Tang Clan

After chatting with Zhang Zhiwei for a while, Zhao Zhen continued on his way.

That's life. No matter how good your friends are, they will all have their own things to do when they get to a certain age.

Gatherings are ultimately fleeting; only separation is the norm.

However, before leaving, Zhao Zhen still gave Zhang Zhiwei half of the money he had on him.

Anyway, this money was recently taken from the Quanxing Sect members, so Zhao Zhen didn't feel any pain when spending it.

Moreover, even if he loses his money, "NPCs" will still automatically respawn around him.

With these randomly spawning "NPCs," why worry about running out of money in the future?
Several days later, at an inn in Sichuan.

Having traveled for several days straight, Zhao Zhen had just entered the inn when he immediately instructed the waiter:
"Waiter, bring me a pot of good wine, and cut about ten pounds of beef."

"Ten or so pounds? Sir, are you sure you want ten or so pounds of beef?"

The waiter blinked, thinking he had misheard.

"You heard me right, hurry up and cut the beef."

Zhao Zhen smiled and waved his hand, then sat down at an empty table and began to look around the inn.

The interior of the inn looked quite old, probably quite a few years old.

Besides Zhao Zhen, the other two tables in the shop were also full of customers at the moment.

Zhao Zhen glanced at the two groups of people on his left and right, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Zhao Zhen…”

The little fox, Hutu, spoke up to remind Zhao Zhen from inside his body.

"Yes, I know, it's that familiar feeling again..."

On the surface, Zhao Zhen remained calm, but in his heart, he had already begun to think about how to make his move later.

"Sir, your wine is here! Please enjoy!"

Just then, the waiter came over carrying a wine pot.

Zhao Zhen glanced at the wine pot that the waiter had placed on the table. If he wasn't mistaken, the wine should have been poisoned.

Over the years, Zhao Zhen has basically been either being assassinated or on his way to being assassinated, so he feels that he knows more about these assassination methods than some people in the Tang Clan.

Most of the time, Zhao Zhen doesn't need the little fox to remind her; she can tell in advance whether the food has been poisoned.

But as for the reason, even Zhao Zhen himself couldn't say. Maybe it was just a feeling.

Without making a sound, Zhao Zhen glanced at the people secretly observing him on both sides, then calmly filled his glass with wine.

"Hmm, it smells quite good. Waiter, your wine is pretty good!"

"That's right, sir. Looking around for hundreds of meters, I can assure you that you will not find an inn with better wine than ours."

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, and then made a gesture as if to raise his wine glass to drink.

Just as Zhao Zhen raised his glass, a man to his right suddenly said, "Brother, if I were you, I wouldn't drink this."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the group of people to Zhao Zhen's left immediately changed.

At the same time, Zhao Zhen also glanced at the person who spoke with some surprise.

He was a burly man over six feet tall, with an expression that exuded an imposing and dignified aura.

Beside him, one of his companions was short, with a lively glint in his eyes, while the other was elegant and looked like a young master from a wealthy family who had come out to experience life.

"Oh? What do you mean by that, brother?"

"Your wine has been poisoned."

Clang!
Almost the instant the burly man revealed that the wine was poisoned, the group of people at the table to Zhao Zhen's left suddenly sprang into action, rushing towards Zhao Zhen with lightning speed.

In response, Zhao Zhen calmly poured the wine from his glass at the group. The next instant, the wine, which should have been extremely soft, struck them like iron rods, forcefully knocking them back.

"idiot!"

"Little devil?"

The moment they heard one of them mutter a curse under his breath, the three people at the table on the right suddenly stood up.

The three of them didn't say a word, but simply looked at each other and then understood each other's thoughts perfectly.

The next instant, the three figures suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Invisibility? No, this doesn't seem like the invisibility techniques used by the Japanese. This feels like the Tang Clan's Illusionary Body Barrier! Are these three people from the Tang Clan?"

Zhao Zhen raised an eyebrow, and slowly released the golden light talisman that had been between his fingers.

No wonder he could sense the chilling aura emanating from these people, a chilling presence unique to assassins; they were actually from the Tang Clan of Sichuan.

Chi Chi Chi!
In the blink of an eye, without Zhao Zhen even having to lift a finger, the three of them swiftly and decisively eliminated all the Japanese soldiers at the other table.

"Such swift and decisive methods, you must be friends of the Tang Clan, right?"

The burly man frowned upon hearing this, then countered with, "May I ask who you are... and what is your relationship with these Japanese devils?"

As he spoke, a barely perceptible glint of murderous intent flashed in the burly man's eyes.

"Isn't it obvious? It's clear that these Japanese devils are here to kill me."

Zhao Zhen replied with a smile.

"Nonsense, of course we know these Japanese devils are here to kill you. Why would they want to kill you?"

The short Tang Clan member spoke with an unfriendly expression.

Before Zhao Zhen could answer, a young man dressed as a wealthy young master clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Zhen.

"You must be Jin Xiaoleijun, Brother Zhao Zhen, right?"

"Oh? You know me?"

Zhao Zhen raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I am Yang Lie from the Tang Clan. We three have been ordered by our sect leader to wait here for Brother Zhao's arrival."

"Did you wait for me on purpose...?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen's gaze sharpened slightly.

In other words, the Tang Clan already knew his whereabouts, which is why they sent disciples here to stake him out in advance.
As expected of an assassin organization, their intelligence capabilities alone are many times stronger than those of ordinary sects.

The Tang Clan is something else; they really gave me a taste of their own medicine before we even met...

"Young Master Yang, are you sure he's Zhao Zhen? You haven't mistaken him for someone else, have you?"

The short Tang Clan member spoke with a suspicious look.

"Although I am not sure of his identity, I can roughly determine the identities of these people."

"Brother Zhao, you're probably the only one in the entire world of supernatural beings who would go to such lengths as to hunt down a top Japanese assassin all the way to Sichuan to kill him, right?"

After hearing Yang Lie's words, the burly man and the short man nodded in understanding.

"My name is Xu Xin (Dong Chang)."

"Zhao Zhen greets the three members of the Tang Clan."

"Brother Zhao Zhen, the sect leader has been waiting for you on the mountain for a long time. Please come with us."

"Okay, please. Waiter, please pack up my beef; I want to take it with me."

(End of this chapter)