Chapter 72

Chu Huan had already made up his mind. Since he had fallen into such a trap, he could only find an opportunity to forcibly leave the place and return to Liu Family Village, taking his family away from Yunshan Prefecture if it came to the worst.

He had even thought that once they settled down elsewhere, he would return to Qingliu County at the first opportunity to put the magistrate Hu and Xue Lang of Baling Hall to death.

When the bailiffs from the yamen first went to Hesheng Spring to arrest Chu Huan, he knew something was amiss. After entering the prison, it didn't take him long to figure out the key points of this conspiracy, realizing that it must have been a joint plan by Baling Hall and the county yamen.

However, when County Magistrate Zhao suddenly appeared in the dungeon and left a cryptic message, Chu Huan felt that things had become more complicated. He sensed that what was to come would be even more intricate than he had imagined.

When Chu Huan first entered the prison, he was mistreated in the guard's room. County Magistrate Zhao appeared just in time, and Chu Huan had a strong impression of him. At that time, the group led by Big Beard called him "Second Master," which let Chu Huan know that Zhao was the County Magistrate, though he didn't know his surname.

Chu Huan had never had any dealings with this County Magistrate Zhao, and logically, he shouldn't trust anyone in the yamen. However, for some reason, he felt that Zhao's words were a warning to him.

It was precisely because of Zhao's words that he temporarily put aside his plans to escape.

Since Chu Huan entered the prison, Fan Fat and his fellow inmates had suffered greatly, living a life worse than death. However, they still tried to maintain a smile on their faces.

This "Master Chu" had a terrible temper. If he saw anyone with a bad expression, he would suspect that they were dissatisfied with him. Master Chu had many ways to punish people.

Before dinner, a guard came to the cell and called out sternly, "Fan Fat, Head Zhang wants to see you!" He opened the door, and Fan Fat hurried out, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief as he left the cell.

The guard led Fan Fat to the guard's room, where only Big Beard was inside. The guard closed the door and stood by it, holding a knife.

Fan Fat approached and said pitifully, "Head Zhang, please move me to another cell. I can't stay in that cell for a moment longer!"

Big Beard stood up, chuckled, and asked, "Fan Fat, are you really afraid of that kid?"

Fan Fat looked miserable and said, "Head Zhang, where did you find such a wild kid? His martial arts are too strong. You asked us to teach him a lesson, but... but we really can't match him!"

Big Beard shook his head and said, "Fan Fat, you were once a formidable figure. You almost killed someone for a few taels of silver. How did you lose your edge here?"

Fan Fat was extremely embarrassed and said, "Head Zhang, please move me to another cell. I'll do anything for you in the future!"

Big Beard leaned in and lowered his voice, "Fan Fat, are you going to back down every time you face a problem? Isn't he just a poor country boy? Don't forget, this cell is my territory. It's easy to deal with him."

Fan Fat's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Head Zhang, what do you mean?"

Big Beard pulled out a small paper packet from his sleeve and chuckled, "Fan Fat, do you know what's inside?"

"What is it?"

"Diarrhea medicine!" Big Beard laughed. "If this stuff is put in food and eaten, even the strongest man will become weak and powerless."

Fan Fat, who was no saint, understood and lowered his voice, "Head Zhang, you mean... put the diarrhea medicine in his food?"

"Once he eats the diarrhea medicine, he'll turn from a tiger into a lamb," Big Beard chuckled. "Fan Fat, then you can take out your grievances... When you want to punish him, you can do whatever you want!"

Fan Fat blinked and smiled coldly, "Head Zhang, rest assured. Once he's weak, you'll see how I deal with him... As long as you protect me, I'll start with his legs!"

"Good!" Big Beard gave a thumbs up. "Fan Fat, you still have some guts." He handed over the packet. "Keep it safe. As soon as you get a chance, put it in his food!"

Fan Fat hesitated and didn't take it, asking, "Head Zhang, you want me to put it in his food?"

"Unwilling?"

"No, no!" Fan Fat hurriedly said. "But... but I'm always under his watch. There's hardly any chance... Head Zhang, if you send someone to put the medicine in the food when delivering it, wouldn't it be more convenient?"

Big Beard sneered, "Fan Fat, it seems you don't have the guts." He put the packet away and waved his hand. "I tried to help you, but you don't appreciate it. Fine, go back and continue suffering... I won't bother with this matter anymore." He coldly added, "I heard that the magistrate is unwell and won't be able to hold court for ten to fifteen days. So... heh, if you can last ten to fifteen days, you're capable."

Fan Fat's face changed. Chu Huan had only been in the prison for a day, and Fan Fat and his group were already crying out in their hearts. If they had to stay with Chu Huan for ten to fifteen days, no one could bear it.

Fan Fat thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Head Zhang, I understand. If I can't deal with him, I won't be a man!"

Big Beard laughed and handed over the packet, smiling, "Fan Fat, do it secretly. Keep the packet safe... don't let him suspect anything!" He handed over the packet.

Fan Fat took the packet and put it in his waistband, gritting his teeth, "Head Zhang, rest assured!"

Big Beard chuckled and waved his hand, "Go on. Fan Fat, I'll cover for you if anything goes wrong... This kid is actually powerless. He just knows how to fight. If he falls into your hands, you can do whatever you want!"

Fan Fat chuckled, and the guard led him back to the cell.

When the guard returned, Big Beard's face turned serious, and he lowered his voice, "Deliver the evening meal yourself tonight. Don't let them suspect anything!"

The guard whispered, "Head Zhang, don't worry. I know what to do!"

Big Beard walked to a chair and sat down, thinking for a moment, and finally said, "Stay awake tonight. If anything happens, clean up the scene immediately. Leave no traces... especially his body. Move and dispose of it immediately to avoid any future trouble."

The guard replied, "Everything is arranged. There won't be any mistakes."

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Yunshan Prefecture was only a few dozen miles from Qingliu City. Qingliu City, as a key transportation hub, had well-maintained official roads leading north and south. The road between the prefecture and Qingliu County was particularly well-constructed, having cost a significant amount of money.

As dusk approached, the early winter wind was already quite cold.

Eight fine horses galloped down the road like the wind, their hooves clattering. Passersby barely had time to react before the riders had swept past like a gust of wind.

Those with poor eyesight didn't even see a shadow, while those with good eyesight saw the eight riders looking fierce, with large knives at their waists. The Qin Empire strictly controlled weapons, so anyone carrying a knife was likely an official.

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The Qingliu County yamen dungeon was dim and gloomy. Although Chu Huan had only been there for a day, he had already adapted to the stench of the cell.

Fan Fat was called out and returned with a changed expression, not daring to look Chu Huan in the eye. Chu Huan noticed this but said nothing, sensing that something was amiss.

For Fan Fat and the other inmates, sharing a cell with Chu Huan was like sharing a room with a tiger. They dared not breathe loudly, fearing they would anger the tiger.

Although they had only been together for a day, the power of this tiger was already clear to Fan Fat and the others.

The cell was extremely quiet, and the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating. Fan Fat sat far from Chu Huan, leaning against the corner of the cell. In the dim light, he sneaked a few glances at Chu Huan, who seemed to be sleeping on a pile of straw.

Fan Fat sneered to himself, thinking, "Let you be arrogant for a while. Wait and see how I deal with you." The more he looked, the more he disliked Chu Huan, eagerly waiting for the evening meal to arrive.

His hand involuntarily slid to his waist, feeling the packet of diarrhea medicine, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Footsteps echoed in the cell corridor, and Fan Fat's spirits lifted. Soon, a guard appeared at the cell door, holding a wooden bucket. "Get up, you scoundrels. I have to serve you every day..."

He opened the door, brought in the bucket, and took out a large porcelain bowl from a small bamboo basket, saying to Chu Huan, "Chu Huan, your boss is considerate. He paid us, so we can't neglect you. Here's a bowl of braised pork..."

At the mention of braised pork, Fan Fat and the others' eyes lit up.

Chu Huan sat up but didn't move. Fan Fat stepped forward, took the bowl, and respectfully placed it beside Chu Huan before stepping back.

The guard looked at Chu Huan with a strange expression, but Chu Huan was already looking at him. The guard, meeting Chu Huan's gaze, turned away and quickly left, locking the door behind him. He glanced at Chu Huan once more before hurrying away.

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PS: I watched a match last night, woke up late today, and had some personal matters, so the update is late. Sorry.

But I really like Russia. The country's emphasis on sports and the quality of their league contribute to a strong national team!

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