Martial arts mastery? But I'm just a spoiled brat!

Yan Qing was still instructing Wan Xing to monitor the martial artists in the city.

Meanwhile, in another city hundreds of miles away, someone else was also eyeing the Yan family of Shanxi Province.

"How boring!!! What's so fun about such a small city like Pucheng? Why does the old man insist on making me go? Couldn't he have just sent anyone?"

At the city gate, a young man dressed in a white long coat, wearing sunglasses, and with a golden short gun at his waist, sat lazily on horseback, his body swaying gently with the horse.

When the people around him saw him, they fled in panic as if they had seen a plague god.

"Because Yan Fengqi of Jin Province led his troops south, Jin Province is now vulnerable, and although Pucheng is small, it is the closest to Jin Province."

On one side of the horse, Major Zhang, with a serious expression, answered the young man's question, his face unchanged and ignoring the reactions of those around him.

In reality, Major Zhang was secretly lamenting his predicament. With warlords fighting each other and chaos reigning everywhere, he, as a martial artist, was not required to go to the battlefield. He only needed to stay by the general's side as a guard. However, he never expected that the general would send him to protect the young marshal.

In fact, protecting the young marshal is a very good job no matter where you are. After all, as long as you please the young marshal, you will not lack money or martial arts resources.

Moreover, while protecting the young marshal, he also received an order to send his warriors into Jin Province to gather intelligence, so as to pave the way for the general's next move.

Deep down, he would rather go deep into Shanxi Province to investigate than come and protect the young marshal.

Because this young marshal was a complete madman, an absolute madman.

If it weren't for the fact that this young marshal Cao Shaolin had a powerful warlord father, Cao Ying, and an even bigger warlord, Cao Kun, Cao Shaolin would have been dead countless times over, given his madman-like behavior.

However, that's how the world is; talent and hard work are far less practical than being born into the right family.

So even if this young marshal Cao Shaolin is a madman and has no bottom line, he, as a martial artist, can only obey orders to protect him.

Not only should we protect him, but we should also try our best to make sure this young marshal has a good time.

However, the young marshal Cao Shaolin's thinking was too unpredictable; no one knew what he was thinking, let alone what he would do next.

Therefore, all Major Zhang could do was to be cautious in his words and actions, and to defer to the young marshal's decisions.

"Is that opportunist Yan Fengqi really worth my father's attention?"

Although Cao Shaolin spoke with disdain, his expression became more serious, and he even sat up straighter.

Yan Fengqi might not be as good as his uncle Cao Kun, but he was still on par with his father Cao Ying, and even superior to his father in some respects.

After all, he was a powerful warlord who could occupy a place and operate there for more than a decade.

As the son of a warlord, Cao Shaolin understood better than anyone how much influence a region could have once it possessed power.

"This is the general's order. I am merely following orders and have no right to question it. Moreover... the general hopes that the young marshal will behave himself in Pucheng."

Major Zhang had already told what he knew, but he made no comment on the general's decision and even quoted General Cao Ying's original words.

This is the consistent practice of these martial artists after they become affiliated with warlords.

In the old terms, they were essentially selling their martial arts skills to the imperial family. However, there are no emperors now, but the term "lackeys" still conveys their status.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

Cao Shaolin seemed very annoyed to hear Major Zhang's words. His previously lazy demeanor instantly changed, and he shouted loudly while drawing the golden pistol from his waist and firing it randomly in all directions.

"what!"

In the distance, a small vendor pushing a wheelbarrow was hit by Cao Shaolin's sudden gunshot. He let out a scream, but immediately, a woman next to him stepped forward and covered his mouth tightly.

The woman covered the vendor's mouth with one hand and struggled to hold onto his arm with the other, seemingly trying to pull him away.

She didn't make a sound throughout the entire process, and didn't even dare to look up at the young marshal sitting on his horse.

However, she didn't look at Cao Shaolin, but Cao Shaolin was drawn to the short scream he had just heard.

He turned the hand holding the golden pistol, pointing it at the small vendor and woman who had their backs to him.

"After we finish the game, I'll fire two more shots. If he doesn't scream, I'll let you go!"

Cao Shaolin's lips curled into a smile, and after shouting, he began to aim carefully.

The vendors and women in front had clearly heard Cao Shaolin's shouts, but they did not have the courage to turn around or beg for mercy. They were just trembling all over, and the vendor even clenched his teeth tightly, trying to stop himself from crying out in pain.

"Bang!"

As soon as the shot was fired, Cao Shaolin's smile vanished, his eyes widened, and he looked at the two people in front of him with anticipation.

Unfortunately, although blood splattered from the vendor's thigh and he collapsed weakly onto the overturned wheelbarrow, the scream that Cao Shaolin had been expecting never came.

"One more shot, one more shot!"

Cao Shaolin stared intently at the two men. The fact that the merchant hadn't screamed earlier made him feel uneasy, as if he had lice all over his body. He muttered, "One more shot," while his body continued to twist unconsciously.

"Bang!"

Another shot was fired, but the vendor lying on the wheelbarrow did not feel any pain in other parts of his body.

"Didn't...miss? You survived!"

A hint of relief at surviving appeared on the vendor's face, but before this relief could even take hold, he felt his wife suddenly release her hand that was covering his mouth.

And the body that was supporting his arm went limp in an instant.

The vendor turned his head and saw his wife's pale face and lifeless eyes.

Looking down, I saw that my wife's clothes were completely stained red with blood, and large amounts of blood were still gushing out.

"Ah...ah...ah!!!"

In an instant, the vendor forgot the pain in his body. He reached out and tried to cover his wife's wound, but the blood flowed more and more. At that moment, his mind went blank, his mouth opened unconsciously, but he didn't know what to say. He could only utter two "ahs" before letting out a painful wail.

"Hahaha, he screamed! He screamed!! He screamed!!!"

Hearing the merchant's unconscious screams, Cao Shaolin, who was riding on horseback, felt as if he were hearing heavenly music. His body swayed dramatically on the horse, and he laughed wildly.

"Bang! Bang!"

Laughing, he raised his gun again and fired two shots in quick succession, both hitting the vendor in the head.

After doing all this, Cao Shaolin never looked at the merchant couple who had been beaten to death again. The unrestrained laughter on his face also disappeared, and he turned to look at Major Zhang, who was still expressionless.