Chapter 1107: Chapter 184: Those Who Want to Take the Bait
Wang Anfeng had a fleeting thought, guessing that his visit was likely due to the young patrol guard saved today, and smiled as he agreed.
Pu Yongyan was delighted, and waited outside while Wang Anfeng tidied up the room briefly. The two of them then went to Pu Yongyan’s ho. He was over thirty years old, with a family, and two children. The servants had already prepared the food, which was all at dishes, along with high-quality superior spirits from the Western Regions.
Pu Yongyan warmly invited Wang Anfeng to sit, continually urging him to drink. Although Wang Anfeng hadn’t drunk since childhood, his Inner Strength was advanced, so he had a considerable tolerance for alcohol, accepting all that ca. This only made Pu Yongyan happier.
After three rounds of drinking, the robust man’s face was flushed, and he beca more talkative. When he went to refill the drinks, he found the wine pot empty, staggering to fetch so good wine back, pouring for Wang Anfeng, then holding his cup with his tongue sowhat tied, he said:
“To-To-Today’s matter, I really have to thank you, brother.”
“If it weren’t for your generosity, bringing out such a rare Elixir, I fear, I fear my brother could not have held on. He only just got married, and has parents to support at ho.”
“You didn’t just save one person, you saved an entire family.”
“Co, this cup of wine, I drink to you!”
“Bottoms up!”
As he spoke, he was sowhat emotional, for ten years ago he also had a risk-taking nature, now after establishing a family, he beca more cautious with each passing year. He didn’t mind if he died, but feared that once he closed his eyes, his family would suffer greatly.
He sighed, then tilted his head back, gulping down the large bowl of spirits. Wang Anfeng politely drank his portion as well, his expression calm, smiling as he said:
“This was just a trivial matter, Brother Pu doesn’t need to dwell on it, but there is sothing small I’m puzzled by, and would appreciate Pu Yongyan’s clarification.”
At this mont, Wang Anfeng was disguised as a young gentleman, paying attention to his wording, which was a bit bookish. Although Pu Yongyan’s family had seen masters before, he himself was rely a newly-entered Martial Artist of the Seventh Rank.
Being a Colonel in the Balman Royal City, he was straightforward and rough in character, unaccustod to such language, only knowing that the other party seed to have sothing to ask. As a city defense Colonel, he’d encountered these situations often.
Most were wandering folks, wanting him to offer so ease within his position. Though sowhat drunk, he didn’t mind much, even sowhat looked down on the person in front of him, lumping him together with those opportunistic rchants.
Thinking he might as well give so convenience, he patted his chest, making a bold show, laughing heartily: “What’s the matter?!”
“Brother Wang, you saved my brother, which makes you my brother too. Ask whatever you want, speak freely, as long as it’s sothing I can do, if I hesitate, I’m a son of a bitch.”
Wang Anfeng gently tapped the ceramic bowl, producing a crisp sound, smiling as he said:
“I’ve noticed recently, Jianghu people, seem to be more nurous…”
Hearing this, Pu Yongyan was slightly stunned, imdiately feeling a shock, almost jumping up in alarm. However, the alcohol took effect, leaving him unable to move, his legs instinctively twitching, making the table clatter loudly.
The candlelight flickered, as Pu Yongyan saw the person in front smiling at him, eyes reflecting the flas, seeming infinitely distant, making the whole room appear unreal.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have a sense of the matter, truly this affair was still covert, aside from those involved in the trouble, no one else knew, not even his Guards realized the severity of this issue.
Yet this person in front, at such a crucial mont, so plainly pointed it out, making him quite startled.
Who was he? What was his purpose?
Or whose subordinate was he?
Thinking a bit deeper, Pu Yongyan broke out in a cold sweat, sobering up largely. Considering whether this person was intentional or accidental, even the wine lost its aroma.
But when he focused again on the person in front of him, he seed just like a sickly scholar, without any strangeness, only appearing uncomfortable, perhaps from too much alcohol, coughing a few tis, smiling as he supplented:
“If it were usual, it wouldn’t matter.”
“But seeing that Iron Guard injured today, I, a poor sickly scholar, fear running into trouble while out, you see my condition, couldn’t withstand a slash, uneasy in heart, so I asked.”
“Why, inconvenient to disclose?”
“Perhaps I’m being presumptuous. Brother Pu, please don’t take offense, don’t take offense…”
Pu Yongyan relaxed slightly, laughing with effort:
“Where’s the presumptuousness in this? It’s just that we patrol guards, after all, our Martial Arts are mostly family teachings and learned through accumulating ritorious service after joining the patrols, not much contact with the major Sects of Jianghu.”
“Why these Sect Martial Artists are out, I really don’t know. Since they’re people from Jianghu, they must be after Martial Arts Manuals, secret treasures of Jianghu, or such things.”
The voice paused, and with a hint of caution, Pu Yongyan said:
“However, Brother Wang, your health is indeed a bit frail. If there’s nothing important in the coming days, best to stay indoors. Running into so trouble would not be good.”
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