My wife is a reborn big boss

Wu Qiong turned around and saw a young man in brocade robes leading a dozen or so burly men in tight-fitting clothes walk in.

"Lu Wei!" The chubby boy had just caught his breath when he saw his elder brother's enemy. His blood boiled, and he rushed forward and punched the young man in brocade robes in the face.

A burly man in tight-fitting clothes rushed forward beside the young man in brocade robes and struck Li Xiaopang with a single palm strike, sending him flying backward and coughing up blood.

"Haoyu!" Sun Yelong rushed forward to catch the chubby boy, and after checking him over, he breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully the injury wasn't serious. "Lu Wei! I've given you all my belongings, why won't you let us go? We agreed to never see each other again, are you going back on your word?!"

The young man in brocade robes sneered, "Baldy Sun, haven't you heard of 'if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze'?"

"It is like a wildfire that cannot burn it all, but the spring breeze brings it back to life. This poem was written by Bai Juyi, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty," Wu Qiong interjected.

Lu Wei felt like a herd of grass mud horses was galloping through his mind: "Hmph, I don't think you're any good hanging around with them either. There's no time like the present, so I'll send you on your way today! Kill all three of them!"

Wu Qiong exclaimed in surprise, "This should be our first meeting, why are you so agitated, brother?"

Lu Wei sneered, "Scared? Too late!"

Wu Qiong shook his head: "I haven't killed anyone in a long time, don't force me."

Lu Wei's forehead veins bulged: "What are we waiting for! Let's kill this ungrateful brat first!"

The onlookers, who were initially enjoying the spectacle, could only feel anxious for Wu Qiong after hearing that he had gotten into trouble.

"Why did you have to get involved!" the shopkeeper grumbled inwardly. Although he disliked Wu Qiong, they had known each other for so long that the town considered Wu Qiong one of their own. He gritted his teeth, put on a forced smile, and stepped forward: "Oh, young master, take a break. This kid is from our town. He doesn't know martial arts and has nothing to do with those two outsiders. Young master, please let him go for my sake."

"Shut up!" Lu Wei slapped the shopkeeper across the face, sending him flying three meters away, spinning twice in the air. The shopkeeper landed unconscious.

The waiter rushed over to help the shopkeeper up, pinching his philtrum and patting his chest. Fortunately, Lu Wei hadn't used much force. The shopkeeper slowly regained consciousness: "Huh? Waiter, you were also beaten to death by that damned guy? Sigh, I really shouldn't have watered down the wine. I ended up in hell with you, you petty thief..." The waiter cried, "Shopkeeper, you're not dead yet!"

Lu Wei was startled: Although he hadn't exerted any force, he was still a master ranked 100th on the Human Ranking. The shopkeeper's unsteady gait didn't seem to indicate that he had internal strength. Could it be that there was a master here helping him?

He cupped his hands in greeting: "May I ask who this master is here? I am Lu Wei, the 'Iron Palm'. I have come on private business. If I have offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive me."

A young man with a square face stepped forward from the crowd, speaking with an air of righteousness: "I am an official. The massacre of eight members of the Liu family in Liu Village a while ago was committed by these people behind you, wasn't it? The Twelve Thieves of Meishan, you are wanted by the government, yet you dare to show yourselves here. Today, we will arrest you!"

"Hehehe..." One of the burly men who had been silently watching the commotion behind Lu Wei stepped forward: "If it were the Death-Taking Judge Lu Wudao here, we brothers would surrender immediately without a word. You're just an ordinary constable, you'll only add another life to our hands."

"Oh? These people are wanted criminals by the government?" Wu Qiong, who had been pretending to be a bystander, asked, "Brother Constable, what is the bounty on these people?"

"Uh... thirty taels of silver for each person, twelve people in total, that's three hundred and sixty taels, life or death don't matter." The constable replied in astonishment, he didn't expect this ordinary person on the verge of death to ask such a question.

"Hehehe, this fool is asking for the reward? Brothers, let's go together and kill them all! Don't let anyone in this inn escape!" After saying that, he and the eleven remaining burly men beside Lu Wei drew their machetes and were about to rush forward.

The constable drew his longsword and anxiously turned back, shouting, "You all run! Go to the government office for help! I'll hold them off!"

"It's alright." Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Wu Qiong appear in front of the constable at some point. He slowly drew a wooden sword from his waist. Although the speed was slow enough for everyone to see clearly, no one could take their eyes off the wooden sword.

A flash of earthy yellow sword light appeared, and Wu Qiong tucked the wooden sword back into his waistband.

The Twelve Thieves of Meishan halted their charge, and Lu Wei's pupils constricted sharply: "You..."

"With such weak skills, you dare to cause trouble? Let me give you a piece of advice: the martial world isn't for you. You should go home and raise pigs." After mocking him, Wu Qiong turned around and laughed, "It seems I can't stay in Yang'an Town any longer. After bothering you for so long, it's time to say goodbye."

Everyone present was stunned into silence. The constable murmured, "So you're this amazing..."

Wu Qiong smiled at the stunned constable and said, "Put aside your admiration for now, when are you going to give me the reward money?"

The constable cupped his hands in greeting: "I'll have to wait until I get back and verify everything before I hand over the three hundred and sixty taels of silver in full."

"That's great!" Wu Qiong's face lit up with joy.

The shopkeeper walked over and patted Wu Qiong on the shoulder, saying strangely, "I don't know what's going on lately, but there have been a lot more martial arts practitioners coming and going around here. Everyone should be careful."

"I know that," the constable said. "Master Jiang of Xi'en Manor, south of Anzhou City, will retire from the martial arts world next month along with his five brothers. Hearing that their mortal enemy is going to cause trouble at the grand gathering, Master Jiang has sent out invitations to all martial arts practitioners to witness the retirement ceremony. He has also hired government officials to help, but the government is short-handed. Maintaining order in Anzhou City for this period is already difficult enough. They can only try to find a way to gather martial arts practitioners, distribute money, and ask them to help."

Wu Qiong's eyes lit up: "Officer, what do you think of me?"

The constable said awkwardly, "Uh, Brother Wu's martial arts are far superior to mine, but this time we have only gathered ordinary martial arts practitioners. A master like Brother Wu should be collecting invitations to join the heroes."

Wu Qiong waved his hand and laughed, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm not that famous to begin with, so it's normal that I didn't receive a hero's invitation. Besides, I've heard about the deeds of the six masters of Xien Manor. The eldest master, Jiang Chen, and his five brothers, Chen Zhiyao, Huang Ling, Zhou Yitian, Xie Xiaobin, and Zou Xiong, fought together against the invasion from the Western Regions. They were known in the martial arts world as the Six Heroes of Xien. They were all first-rate heroes. This can be considered as me doing a good deed."

"Alright, since Brother Wu insists, I won't say anything more." The constable took out an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Wu Qiong: "This invitation is different from ordinary hero invitations. There is a small government mark in the upper right corner. After you arrive at Xien Manor, just hand the invitation to the person in charge, and they will understand."

Wu Qiong accepted the invitation and turned to the crowd, saying, "Thank you all for your help over the past few years. You have saved me from starvation. I am deeply grateful and have nothing to keep. The reward money for the twelve thieves can be divided among the villagers."

After saying that, Wu Qiong took out a purple jade folding fan from his pocket and handed it to Sun Yelong: "Brother Sun, I will repay the kindness of a meal. Since you are going to the border to join the army with Brother Li, I happen to be very familiar with the current border garrison commander. When you arrive, give this token to her and say that I recommended you. She will definitely give you an important position."

After placing the spear tassel in Sun Yelong's hand, Wu Qiong turned around, cupped his hands in farewell to the crowd, and said, "Farewell!" With that, he turned and walked out of the inn, heading north along the road.

"You owe more than three hundred taels of silver for meals over the years, and besides, isn't Xien Manor in the south...?" the innkeeper muttered.

Sun Yelong fumbled with the folding fan in his hand, and after a moment, he suddenly looked up in shock and exclaimed, "The border garrison commander... isn't that the Eldest Princess?!"

No one spoke; only the thuds of Lu Wei and the other thirteen men falling to the ground seemed to answer their questions.