Chapter 18

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The fat man stealthily hid on the roof, carefully making his way to the back of the entire bandit camp. There was no other way down, as there were guards stationed everywhere. He had no gun and no strength, so he couldn't fight the bandits head-on. Only the back yard had few guards. Finally, he found a courtyard without any guards and climbed down along the wall, only to realize it was the kitchen.

The kitchen was bustling with cooks and servants, who didn't notice the fat man sneaking in. They were preparing dishes for a banquet. The boss was hosting a distinguished guest today, and they had already prepared a series of dishes, neatly arranged on a long table, emitting a fragrant aroma.

The incense from last night was really potent. It was already noon, and the fat man hadn't eaten anything all morning. Being fat, he burned calories quickly, and he was feeling extremely hungry.

"Hungry to death, your fat master!" The fat man peeked through the kitchen window and was almost driven mad by hunger. He could feel his stomach gnawing at itself. If this continued, he would faint from hunger before he could escape.

Fortunately, a little while later, he overheard the cooks' conversation, almost bursting into tears with joy.

"Uncle Biao, our bandit camp is almost out of food, yet you're preparing so many dishes. Who are you hosting?" one cook asked.

"Don't ask, remember, follow me to deliver the dishes to the front hall. Remember, I hired you from the village to work, no stealing, no spilling, or the boss will blame me and I'll dock your pay!" the head cook shouted at the other cooks and servants.

"Uncle Biao, we understand."

"Alright, Uncle Biao, we know our place, we wouldn't dare anger the boss."

The cooks and servants nodded in agreement. Although the boss treated them well, he couldn't tolerate any mistakes. They had to be careful to avoid losing their heads.

The cooks and servants carried some of the dishes out, and the fat man quickly sneaked in. The dishes on the long table were too tempting. He grabbed a steamed bun and started eating, grabbing a handful from each dish and stuffing it into his mouth, eating ravenously.

After eating until he was half full, the fat man didn't dare eat more, fearing the cooks and servants would return and discover him. However, he was reluctant to just leave without doing anything.

Feeling cheated by the bandits, the fat man was already seething with anger. He decided to go all out and found a water dipper. He took off his pants and urinated into it, smirking as he did so: "Heh heh, dare to trick your fat master? You've got some nerve, you bastards! Don't mess with your fat master!"

After finishing, the fat man shivered, pulled up his pants, and pinched his nose to avoid the stench. He picked up the dipper filled with urine and quickly sprinkled it on each dish, spitting on them as well. He wanted the bandits to know that they would pay a price for tricking him.

After doing all this, he washed his hands, grabbed another steamed bun, and ate it as he slipped out.

The natural geographical environment of Tiger Mouth Mountain made it the best choice for bandits throughout the ages. Tiger Mouth Camp had a long history, and after over a thousand years of operation by various bandits, it was no longer a typical bandit hideout. It had a proper layout with a training ground, a gate, stone walls, and a moat. With the unique terrain of Tiger Mouth Mountain, it was at least easy to defend.

"Damn, there are too many houses, making your fat master dizzy!" The fat man sneaked around, avoiding the guards, and explored every possible area. He was looking for an opportunity to take revenge. Since he had been tricked by the bandits, he wanted to get back at them. Despite his large size, he had a small heart and a long memory for grudges.

However, after exploring, the fat man understood that places with guards definitely had something important. The more guards, the more important the place.

He had nothing but the clothes on his back, so he didn't dare act rashly in areas with many guards. Instead, he chose a place in the back yard guarded by only one female bandit.

The female bandit stood with her back against the wall, with a clear view of 180 degrees. Unless he climbed back onto the roof, he would be spotted immediately. Thinking of his earlier cautious steps on the roof, the fat man felt a bit hesitant. His body was not suited for such acrobatics, and he was afraid of falling to his death.

In such a critical moment, extraordinary methods were needed. The fat man made up his mind, tidied his clothes, and stepped out from the shadows. He looked angry and resentful as he approached the female guard, shouting: "Uncle Biao, you old bastard, you won two silver dollars from your fat master and fired me. If you dare return to the village, I'll beat you to death!"

"Stop, what are you doing?" The female guard quickly raised her gun, pulled the bolt, and aimed it at the fat man.

"Miss, I'm a cook Uncle Biao hired to help. Please don't point your gun at me, I'm scared..." The fat man quickly bowed and raised his hands in surrender, looking terrified.

The female guard saw the fat man's cowardly appearance and felt disdain. She knew the boss was hosting a guest today and had asked Uncle Biao to hire cooks from the village.

The fat man's explanation, though accidental, was convincing. The female guard lowered the safety on her gun and sternly said, "Do you know where you are? Get lost, or I'll be unfriendly!"

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving." The fat man laughed, but he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he continued to approach the female guard, inwardly lamenting, "Just a little closer, a little closer."

"Are you leaving or not?" The female guard had never seen such an ungrateful person and shouted again, re-engaging the safety on her gun.

"Miss, you're so beautiful, can I have a chance?" The fat man's flirtatious words were meant to distract the female guard, making it easier for him to get closer.

"Pervert!" The female guard, who had never encountered such direct advances, was stunned. Her already not-so-pale face turned a deep red with shame and anger. She raised her hand to shoot the fat man, but it was too late.

The fat man's large hand instantly grabbed the female guard's pistol, his fingers already inserted behind the trigger, preventing her from pulling it. He smiled, his small eyes narrowing, and with his other hand, he struck the back of her head, causing her to lose consciousness from the sudden lack of blood flow to her brain.

He then disengaged the safety on the pistol, tucked it into his waistband, and supported the female guard's waist with one hand while pushing open the door she was guarding. The room's decor made him pause, thinking, "Whose girl's room is this? It smells so good, even your fat master can smell it..."

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