Chapter 881: Chapter 815: Where Is He?

The senior brother looked at the attire of the other party, guessing that they were also here to assassinate Zhang San.

After all, the Qing City Sword Sect wanted Zhang San dead, but the King of Shu, Yang Ling, also had experts under him, so these people might have been sent by King of Shu Yang Ling.

“You seven need not worry, the three of us have already scouted out Zhang San’s location. Zhang San is currently eating hotpot in a tent with two subordinates.”

Hearing this, the six junior siblings ground their teeth in anger.

We’re risking our necks to come assassinate you, and you actually have the leisure to eat hotpot!

Damn it!

But the senior brother was a bit puzzled and asked, “Then why do the three of you also smell like hotpot? And it’s… spicy.”

Zhang San promptly explained, “There are only three of us, and the other side has three as well. We could only wait outside their tent for an opportunity, not daring to act recklessly. So when we saw you, we hurried over to greet you, hoping we could team up!”

The senior brother thought about it, and since the other party came to team up with them and said they’re on the same side, there should be no problem.

“Okay then! So which tent is Zhang San in?”

Being such a helpful person, Zhang San naturally immediately pointed the way for the seven assassins.

The seven assassins checked around and, confirming there was no one else nearby, headed straight for the tent in the center.

After all, it’s an assassination; who bothers to knock? Just go in and do it!

Sure enough, as soon as they opened the curtain, they saw three people eating hotpot inside, with their backs to the entrance.

Hmph!

Zhang San, it’s your carelessness that will be your downfall!

The next moment, the senior brother thrust his sword straight towards the person sitting in the center.

Meanwhile, the brother eating hotpot reached with his chopsticks for the kidney slices on the side plate, stretching entirely in that direction because of the distance.

This stretch just happened to avoid the sword that was meant to pierce his heart from behind.

At this moment, the brother who had just grabbed the kidney slices sidestepped and looked at the senior brother whose sword missed.

The senior brother never expected this “Zhang San” to be so alert.

The next moment, the other two martial artists eating hotpot sensed the unfavorable situation and immediately flipped the table holding the hotpot towards the senior brother from both sides.

And the martial artist who dodged the sword quickly rolled on the ground.

The huge hotpot and several plates splashed towards the seven incoming assassins.

In an instant, the foremost senior brother, to protect his junior brothers, gathered Qi Gang in front of him to form a huge round shield to block the incoming hot scorching liquid.

But he never expected that while his upper body was protected, the falling hotpot with its red broth would splash directly onto his foot.

“Brothers, charge!”

The three martial artists caught off guard by the sudden attack didn’t fully grasp the situation but knew they had to act now.

Thus, the ten people, except for the senior brother trying to remove his shoe to check on his foot, were engulfed in chaos.

Outside, Zhang San took a handful of seeds from Officer Wei’s pocket, watching the commotion inside while cracking them.

Having just eaten all the hotpot meat slices, Officer Wei licked the sesame paste from his bowl and grabbed some seeds as well.

Zhang San, seeing that Officer Bi on the left didn’t have anything to eat, shared some seeds with her.

“Let’s enjoy the show for a bit; no rush.”

Officer Bi looked at the seeds in hand.

“Deputy Chief, are you giving me this ‘seed’ as a signal?”

Zhang San wanted to kick Officer Bi but worried she might get the wrong idea about his intentions towards her.

“Deputy Chief, I really don’t get it. If they’re here to assassinate you, just kill them. Why all the fuss?”

Officer Wei finished his seeds and grabbed a handful of peanuts.

Zhang San laughed, “How can you have a thousand days as a thief without a thousand days of defense? If there are assassins every day, how am I supposed to eat or sleep? The point is to create some noise, which will lead to even bigger noise.”

Officer Wei slightly shook his head, not really understanding Zhang San’s logic.

And at that moment, as the tent, already wrecked by the fight, began to settle, the ten people inside started realizing something was off.

The Drunken Trio realized the opposing party also wore Night Traveler’s Clothes and looked like assassins, likely their comrades.

On the other hand, the six brothers, despite having twisted and bizarre thoughts about their senior sister, weren’t fools.

Among these three, the strongest was only at the True Core Realm, while Zhang San was rumored to be a mighty fighter at the Spiritual Platform Realm, even having killed a Purple Mansion Realm powerhouse on Longyun Path.

The three here clearly weren’t him!

This was when Zhang San felt the timing was right.

“Friends, why stop? Keep fighting! I haven’t seen enough of the fun yet.”

As he spoke, Zhang San leaped into the air, looking at the ten assassins below.

At that moment, all ten people realized something was indeed wrong.

“You’re definitely not one of us! Who are you?” The senior brother noticed the sudden appearance of two martial artists from the Town Martial Office and Zhang San hovering above, realizing the situation had turned sour.

Zhang San laughed, “All martial artists under the heavens are family. As Deputy Chief of the Town Martial Office, I am naturally one of you!”

After speaking, Zhang San removed the half-mask from his face, revealing his real face.

The senior brother knew the rumors of Zhang San’s handsomeness were true and realized they had been duped.

Just as the senior brother prepared to strike, Zhang San raised a hand, and the Mo Blade at his waist enlarged.

With a gentle slash, the mighty Qi Gang, combined with immense Blade Intent and Might, forced all ten to their knees, unable to stand.

Only then did the Drunken Trio realize they were tricked.

Just as Zhang San made his move, two figures, one black and one white, who had been observing the camp from afar, exchanged knowing glances.

“It’s him!”

The next moment, Zhang San, who had just subdued and overwhelmed the ten, suddenly felt two powerful forces rapidly approaching him.

Bang bang!

The two figures collided with the formation Zhang San had set up in mid-air around the camp.

Zhang San knew that ordinary assassins would climb over walls to get in.

But the powerful ones would undoubtedly fly over from a distance.

So he specifically prepared a defense formation stronger than city walls to test their resolve.

Yet, unexpectedly, after the collision, these two figures hesitated only momentarily before joining forces to punch.

With a loud bang, Zhang San’s formation shattered instantly.

Then, the black and white figures charged directly at Zhang San.

“Zhang San, where is he?”