Chapter 89

Just in front of this huge tavern, a large crowd was gathered at a distance, watching from the side.

In front of the tavern, a well-dressed old man was angrily confronting a man in a blue robe, saying, "Yue Lao San, are you really going to fight to the death with me?"

At this moment, Yue Lao San's face showed a hint of a cold smile. He glanced at the well-dressed old man with disdain and said softly, "Mr. Zhao, who made you refuse the wine and accept the penalty? You dare to talk about fighting to the death with me? By the way, didn't you report to the authorities before? How did it go? Did the governor take care of it?"

The well-dressed old man in front of him was the same one Bu Fan had seen earlier, who had gone to the drum tower to seek justice. However, from Yue Lao San's tone, it seemed that the authorities had not taken his case seriously.

Sure enough, as soon as Yue Lao San spoke, Mr. Zhao's face turned bitter and angry. He had reported to the authorities, but the governor had sent someone to tell him that matters of the martial world should be resolved within the martial world, and the government had no jurisdiction!

This, this was clearly favoring them, wasn't it?

"Hmph, Old Man Zhao, I told you to accept the wine, but you chose the penalty. If you had sold the tavern to us at a fair price and kept a low profile, you wouldn't have wasted our Beggar Sect's years of care. Now, I'll make you spit out what you've eaten!" Yue Lao San suddenly said fiercely to Mr. Zhao.

"You... I have indeed benefited greatly from the Beggar Sect's care, but over the years, I have also paid a considerable amount of silver as tribute. I have shared leftover food from the tavern with the Beggar Sect brothers. I have never wronged the Beggar Sect. Why are you forcing me like this today!" Mr. Zhao suppressed his anger, his face ashen, and shouted at Yue Lao San.

"Forcing? Mr. Zhao, be careful what you say. This Tianwai Tian is originally a property of the Beggar Sect. You schemed to take our property, and now I am reclaiming it on behalf of the Beggar Sect. Do you dare to slander us here? Do you think we Beggar Sect are afraid to kill?" Yue Lao San shouted loudly and sternly.

"You... you... you are slandering me! Even if I sell this Tianwai Tian at a low price today, I will never let it fall into your hands, you scoundrel!" Mr. Zhao pointed at Yue Lao San, his anger reaching its peak.

But at this moment, Yue Lao San suddenly moved, grabbing Mr. Zhao's outstretched hand and twisting it lightly. Mr. Zhao's face immediately showed a look of pain.

"Selling at a low price? Who do you think will buy it at a low price? I want to see who dares to buy this tavern today!" Yue Lao San scanned the crowd with a vicious look and said coldly.

With that, he pushed Mr. Zhao's hand back forcefully, causing Mr. Zhao to stagger backward and fall to the ground.

"Mr. Zhao!"

"Mr. Zhao!"

Several people dressed as inn servants immediately rushed forward to help Mr. Zhao up.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao felt a deep sense of frustration. Seeing Yue Lao San's cunning and arrogant face, he was so angry that his whole body trembled.

"Everyone, today I declare here that my Tianwai Tian tavern will be sold to anyone who can pay a thousand taels of silver. I will transfer the deed without hesitation!" Suddenly, Mr. Zhao pushed away the servants and shouted angrily to the crowd.

"A thousand taels?"

"Has Mr. Zhao gone mad with anger?"

"Initially, it is said that the construction of Tianwai Tian alone cost eight thousand taels of silver. With the investments over the years, its value is no less than ten thousand taels. If Mr. Zhao really sells it, he will suffer a huge loss!"

Bu Fan heard the comments from the onlookers and looked up at the huge tavern. The signboard with the three large characters "Tianwai Tian" hung on the second floor, highlighting its grandeur.

"Haha, a thousand taels, Old Man Zhao, you dare to ask for it, but you also need to see if anyone dares to buy it!" Yue Lao San was also surprised by Mr. Zhao's announcement, not expecting the old man to be so ruthless. However, after seeing the crowd's reaction, he felt more confident.

Hangzhou was traditionally the territory of the Beggar Sect. The major forces that could rival the Beggar Sect had long retreated to their own territories due to the mountain closure order. As for the smaller sects, how could they dare to oppose the Beggar Sect?

As for the officials, didn't you see that even the Hangzhou governor didn't care about this matter!

Moreover, the people gathered here were all commoners. How many of them could come up with a thousand taels of silver?

Mr. Zhao looked at the crowd with a sad expression, his face showing a deep sorrow. He then said in a trembling voice, "Five hundred taels! For five hundred taels, I will sell this tavern and immediately transfer the deed to the authorities, without breaking my word!"

"Haha, five hundred taels, how about this, Mr. Zhao, I'll give you fifty taels as a coffin fund. Will you sell this tavern to me?" Yue Lao San said arrogantly.

Seeing the indifferent crowd, Mr. Zhao's eyes were filled with despair. Had the world become so chaotic?

"Under the clear sky and bright sun, is there no justice left in this world?" Mr. Zhao suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted in anger and sorrow.

"Mr. Zhao, how much profit does your Tianwai Tian tavern make each day?" At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.

Mr. Zhao's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, while Yue Lao San's expression changed, and he looked coldly at the man who spoke.

In the crowd, Bu Fan led his horse and walked out, coming to Mr. Zhao's side.

"Sir, rest assured, my tavern does very well in Hangzhou. On a normal day, the daily profit is no less than a hundred taels. In just a few days, you can recoup your investment!" Mr. Zhao, fearing that Bu Fan would be scared away, hurriedly said to Bu Fan.

"Kid, do you want to take over this tavern? Do you even have the reputation to keep the place in order?" Yue Lao San glared at Bu Fan coldly and threatened.

"Mr. Zhao, may I ask, is murder illegal in Hangzhou?" Bu Fan ignored Yue Lao San and asked Mr. Zhao directly.

Hearing Bu Fan's words, everyone's faces changed, especially Yue Lao San, who looked at Bu Fan with a hostile gaze.

"Sir, of course murder is illegal!" Mr. Zhao stammered.

"What about injury?" Bu Fan tilted his head and asked.

"Injury is also illegal, but recently, the authorities have not been very active. As long as no one dies, the authorities won't intervene!" A servant behind Mr. Zhao quickly added.

"Kid, you're asking for death!" Yue Lao San suddenly shouted and struck Bu Fan's shoulder with a heavy palm!