Wei Chaofeng

Chapter 88 Wei Chaofeng

"Have you heard? A very important person is coming to our Huangshe County soon. He's being sent directly by the imperial court!"

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"How powerful can a big shot really be? Can he defeat the five great families and the county magistrate?"

"Look at your worthless appearance. The five great families are nothing compared to what there are in every county town."

But these were just family-run county magistrates in a small county town, minor officials.

I heard that the one who came this time is the commander-in-chief who can lead the city's military camps!

"Commander Qian, you're amazing! I've never heard of you before."

"Go sit at the children's table!"

"Speaking of which, what is such an important person doing in our little Yellow Snake County? Could it be that he came specifically for the Black Wolf Guest?"

There was naturally no response to this question. In terms of perspective, one is born in this poor, remote place, deep in the mountains and forests.

Whether they were villagers or people in the county town, the highest official they had ever seen was probably the county magistrate.

The richest people I've ever seen, or rather, the richest people I've ever heard of, are none other than the five great families.

Now that a commander-in-chief from the prefectural city has arrived, capable of leading several surrounding counties, everyone suddenly feels that such a figure is too far removed from their own reality.

However, mentioning Black Wolf Guest immediately shortened the distance considerably.

"That Black Wolf wasn't like this before. Ah, people's hearts are fickle."

"I hope that Commander Qian will rid the people of this scourge and wipe out this Black Wolf and his gang in one fell swoop, so they can stop torturing people."

After listening to what these people had to say, a disheveled man dressed in tattered hemp clothes and wearing a cloak riddled with holes smiled and silently left the scene.

As the saying goes, if you want to know what's been happening in a place lately, you don't need to ask questions or look around.

Simply stand on the street and information will flow into your ears continuously.

It's a mix of truth and falsehood, sometimes exaggerated or boastful, but there's definitely some real stuff in it.

Soon it was morning, and the man wearing a straw hat sat down in front of the steaming noodle stall.

Clang!

Three copper coins were placed on the table: "Waiter, a bowl of noodles, please!"

The waiter came over calling out, and seeing that there was an extra coin, he didn't rush to take it: "Sir—"

"That black wolf!"

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood the meaning of the extra copper coin. He carefully put one away and tucked it into his waistband.

Then he started talking non-stop, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube. The man held the noodles in both hands, stood on a long wooden bench, and ate heartily, listening to the waiter's rambling with great satisfaction.

If standing on the street allows you to gather a wide range of information, then the shopkeepers who serve many people every day are the information filters.

It can filter out incorrect information and leave behind statements that are more consistent with those of the surrounding people.

"There are actually such people in the world, indifferent to fame, fortune, and beauty. Tsk tsk tsk!"

"Brother, listen carefully! Black Wolf has revealed his true colors. He's no longer the Black Wolf he used to be!" The waiter continued, clearing away the dishes while advising the man to stop having illusions.

"Thank you, brother," the man stood up, rubbing his round belly, and continued walking into the county town. No one knew where he was going or what he was doing.

He was like an ordinary passerby, and no one would take the initiative to look at him.

The man had no fixed abode and wandered aimlessly until nightfall.

"Hey, brother, you've got some nerve! The Wu family's shop was wiped out, and you still dare to sit and eat in front of their steps?"

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Several passersby, seeing the man in the straw hat sitting at the Wu family's gate devouring a flatbread for a full half hour, couldn't help but kindly remind him.

The man waved his hand. "Although this shop was wiped out, I have no relation to it. I'm just sitting here having a meal. I don't think I'll be coming after you again."

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The group shook their heads, fearing they would be implicated, and quickly left the area.

The man finished the flatbread in his hand in no time. Seeing that there were still oil droplets on his fingers, he stuffed them into his mouth and sucked on them one by one.

Just then, a dark shadow flickered on the roof beam. From a distance, it appeared to be running normally, but in the blink of an eye, the figure bent over and lay prone on the ground, like a wild wolf.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he leaped into the air and, without any regard for reason, brandished his wolf claws at the straw-hatted man sitting under Wu's shop.

The man turned his head slightly, seemingly having already noticed the movement of the shadowy figure.

Using his peripheral vision, he could clearly see the newcomer's face. He resembled a wild wolf, with a fierce and menacing aura. He possessed the physique of a martial artist with hidden strength, and his killing intent was difficult to conceal.

And those dark, ghostly eyes, so black they seemed to devour all light, were extremely unusual.

Just as the man was about to make his move, the left side of his face was suddenly blasted by the wind.

The man's eyes twitched slightly, and another black figure rushed over at such speed that the first black figure was speechless.

boom!

The second figure had eyes that emitted a ghostly green light. Although his figure was wild, he was filled with a sense of righteous indignation.

He lunged forward and slapped the man who was about to hurt him away.

Before it could even steady itself, it stomped hard on the blue bricks, causing them to crack, and the dark figure swung out two claws with overwhelming force.

A claw shot straight at the shadowy figure's face, tearing off its mask and revealing an exceptionally ugly face.

With a single blow, his face and eyes were torn to shreds.

The second dark figure showed no mercy, its second claw aimed straight for the heart.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion, with the explosive power seamlessly connected.

By the time the two claws were retracted, the first figure had already breathed his last for three seconds.

After killing this one, the second figure quickly departed.

"Please wait, brother!"

The shadowy figure ignored the man's words and turned to run away quickly.

But the man moved like a gentle breeze, his movements swift and agile, quite unlike his rugged appearance. In a flash, he blocked the shadow's path.

The shadowy figure was startled and tried to run away in another direction. But no matter how he ran, the man was always one step ahead of him.

Finally, the shadowy figure could no longer tolerate it, bent down, and revealed its wolf claws.

The man chuckled: "The black-eyed wolf-like martial artist is definitely not the Black Wolf Guest, and you, the green-eyed wolf-like one—are not the Black Wolf Guest either!"

Am I right?

"Don't rush to do it, I just want to help you out!"

Upon hearing "you" mentioned, Zhao the bastard, hidden behind his mask, was taken aback.

After a brief hesitation, she acted decisively.

"I was right, you really aren't the real Black Wolf!"

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Faced with Zhao the bastard's sharp offensive, the man was like a piece of cotton that could not be touched.

No matter how much effort Zhao the bastard exerted, it all missed its mark, and he could hardly harm the man.

It was Qi Fan's intervention that revealed Zhao the bastard's weakness to the man.

When he reached the side, he stood up and looked Zhao the bastard up and down.

Immediately, the man's two fingers, like heavy iron pillars, gently pointed downwards, and Zhao the bastard felt his body become incredibly heavy.

Not only did his movements become slower, but his strength was also quickly drained, and most importantly, the man then stopped making any moves.

Zhao the bastard felt a piercing pain that spread from his arm to his whole body.

"you----"

Shh, someone else is coming!

On a dark and windy night, Duan Xuan, dressed in black, lightly leaped down from the wall.

The man glanced at Zhao the bastard, who was in increasing pain behind him, and blew a breath.

The immense strength emanating from Zhao Zazhong immediately dissipated, but his head felt as if it had been struck, and he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Duan Xuan remained expressionless, but was deeply shocked. He had never heard of or seen such a unique martial art before.

"You must be the real Black Wanderer!" the man laughed.

He did not move in front of Duan Xuan, nor did he adopt any offensive posture.

The atmosphere was as relaxed and comfortable as two old friends chatting.

"Brother, don't be nervous. I am not an enemy. I am Wei Chaofeng!"

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