The morning’s street parade had completely spread throughout the city.
There wasn’t a single person in Jiangdu City who didn’t know about it.
The common folk were celebrating with great joy, nearly setting off firecrackers in celebration.
Initially, many citizens were still observing from the sidelines, uncertain whether the governnt was really taking action against the Serpent Gang. But looking at the situation now, how could there be any doubt? It was clear they had already acted.
Inside a barbershop in the city.
Yang Xiaozhen was the owner of this barbershop.
Currently, he was wearing a worried look on his face. His business was barely holding on; though he had custors every day, their numbers were pitifully few.
Just then.
A dark-skinned big man walked in. "Give a haircut."
Yang Xiaozhen greeted the custor with delight, seating him properly. "What style would you like, sir? Just a simple trim or sothing shorter?"
"Shave it all off—make it a bald cut," the big man said.
Yang Xiaozhen froze for a mont. Bald?
Soone actually wanted a bald cut? Was this guy planning to beco a monk? But the temples offer free tonsure; why pay good money for sothing unnecessary?
Anyway, only an idiot refuses to take money when offered. Afraid the man might change his mind, Yang quickly grabbed his clippers and got to work.
Bzzz bzzz bzzz...
Done and dusted.
"Take a look, sir. Is this satisfactory?" Yang Xiaozhen asked, smiling.
The big man nodded in approval. "Not bad. Your shop isn’t anything special, but it does have one unique point: Lord Lin and his n all got their bald cuts here."
Yang Xiaozhen looked completely confused. "What do you an?"
The big man stared at Yang as though he were an idiot, astonished the barber wasn’t aware.
"You don’t know? Lord Lin and his n paraded the Third Master of the Serpent Gang through the streets today. Who wouldn’t know of Lord Lin’s fa now? You’re in luck—turns out you gave Lord Lin his haircut."
"Alright, enough talking. I’m off."
Yang Xiaozhen watched the big man leave, scratching his head in deep thought. Not long afterward, he ran outside to investigate and ca back practically jumping with joy. He grabbed a white cloth, wrote on it, and hung it at the shop entrance.
’Barber Shop of Bald Constable Lord Lin’
Thinking the words weren’t striking enough, he decided to draw an illustration of a bald head.
Now that looked authoritative and bold—surely no one would miss the fact that Lord Lin’s dashing bald look was crafted here.
It wasn’t long before custors flooded into the shop. Most were children, though there were plenty of ordinary laborers as well.
Yang Xiaozhen got busy with a cheerful grin, earning money like never before.
The dungeon.
Lin Fan leisurely sipped his tea while looking at the mbers of the Serpent Gang. "Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance—co clean about your cris. Tell everything honestly, and maybe I’ll show so leniency and offer you a chance to turn over a new leaf."
"And don’t bother trying to intimidate with the Serpent Gang’s reputation. If you were so formidable, you wouldn’t have ended up paraded through the streets."
The Third Master continued to glare at Lin Fan furiously, the cloth gag still stuffed in his mouth. Once that gag was removed, his mouth would start spewing curses like a machine gun—nonstop, rapid fire.
Ji Zhen was equally enraged, but he didn’t know what to say for the mont.
Because Lin’s words left him speechless.
Indeed.
The street parade wasn’t exactly a secret.
How could the Boss not know about it?
Even after the parade ended, the Boss hadn’t sent anyone to rescue them. What else could this an?
This was impossible.
The Boss would never abandon them.
There must be so reason behind it.
"Constable Lin." Zhao Desheng arrived from afar, casting a resigned glance at the Serpent Gang mbers bound to wooden racks. The situation had developed into a head-on clash between both sides.
Not easy to resolve at this point.
"Old Zhao, what’s the matter?" Lin Fan didn’t need to guess—it was surely related to the Serpent Gang.
Zhao Desheng leaned close to Lin Fan’s ear and whispered, "Tonight, the Serpent Gang is inviting you and Lord Wang to dinner. Lord Wang asked to notify you to attend. He also said it’s ti to stop while we’re ahead; we’ve achieved our desired effect, so let’s not push things to the point of no return. We don’t want to force the Serpent Gang into making irrational moves."
He then patted Lin Fan’s shoulder. "Personally, I think it’s about ti we call it a day."
"Got it. I know what to do," Lin Fan nodded. He understood Wang Zhou and the governnt’s concerns. After thinking it through, he agreed—it was probably ti to wrap things up. Now he’d just wait to see how the Serpent Gang played their hand tonight.
"Good to hear. See you tonight then." Zhao Desheng’s sole purpose was delivering the ssage.
He truly hadn’t expected the Serpent Gang to extend an invitation—and it wasn’t just any invitation; it was from the Boss himself.
Looks like the Serpent Gang wanted peace.
He would’ve never imagined them taking such steps before.
Thinking it over, it made sense.
After all, nothing like this had ever happened before.
After Zhao Desheng left, Lin Fan walked over to the Third Master and patted his face. "Just heard that your Serpent Gang plans to host a banquet for tonight—they must be pleading your case."
"Who knows, maybe by tomorrow morning you’ll be free again. But let remind you—there are so things you shouldn’t do. Then again, I get it... you lot are all illiterate fools; talking sense to you is like playing music for cattle."
The Third Master struggled furiously, his neck turning red as he made muffled noises.
Lin Fan smiled and removed the gag from his mouth.
"Impossible!" The mont the cloth was removed, the Third Master roared, "Who do you think you are to claim the Serpent Gang is inviting you? Why don’t you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror to see what kind of person you are?"
"Mmm-mmm-mmm..."
Lin Fan frowned, annoyed. His voice was too loud, and his mouth was unbearably foul. He gagged him again. "Soone bring a bowl of piss and wake him up."
"Forget it. I’ve been holding it in all day—I’ll use my pure boy’s urine to cool you off."
Lin Fan grabbed a wine jar and snuck off to a spot away from others, feeling quite pleased as he relieved himself. While it wasn’t a big deal since the dungeon was full of n, he didn’t want others to feel inferior, so he chose to act discreetly.
The Third Master went wild as Lin Fan approached holding the jar, his bloodshot eyes desperate.
Whoosh!
Lin tilted the jar, and liquid splashed over the Third Master’s face.
"Wake up! Stop dreaming." Lin shook his head in disappointnt. What was wrong with people nowadays?
Zhu Hou and the others stared at the humiliated Third Master, their hearts filled with fury and sorrow. But none dared speak—a single word might earn them the sa treatnt.
It was getting late.
Ti to head out.
"Keep a good eye on them." Lin Fan didn’t bring Bao Liu or the others along—to avoid giving the Serpent Gang the impression that these n were his close confidants and making them targets.
He thought about the banquet.
Could it really be a Hongn Banquet?
Logically, the likelihood was low. But regardless, he had to stay cautious.
On the streets.
Lin Fan’s appearance attracted many onlookers.
He didn’t mind the attention. After all, if a capable person didn’t beco the center of attention, the capability would be aningless.
At a shop selling paper effigies.
The shop owner handed two paper figures to a man. "Burn these bald-headed effigy constables for your father—guaranteed to let him swagger down Huangquan Road."
The man happily took the effigies and left.
Lin Fan rubbed his bald head helplessly. Who said ancient folk weren’t creative? This morning’s event had already inspired opportunists—soone was even leeching fa off him. This should at least co with royalties.
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