Chapter 9: The Friendship That Flows Around Us

He took two steps back and looked at the silver, then stepped back to grab a handful and put it in his pocket. In the pharmacy, Doctor Song only recognized silver, not people; without money, he was unwilling to make a house call. The fat man looked at the circle of silver and sighed: "What a pity, once we leave, these silver coins will be lost."

"Third Uncle, I am eleven years old now. You may call me 'Young Master' from now on, but please do not add that 'little' character; it sounds somewhat harsh to me."

According to An Zheng's nature, killing is truly nothing significant. However, there is a line in An Zheng's heart; those on the line are undoubtedly doomed to die, while those off the line may be spared. This line represents the extent of wrongdoing. The people who have rushed in now have not yet reached the point of deserving death.

With a face like a jade crown, red lips and white teeth, this young man is very handsome

It is not good; you should be the high official, and I will be your enforcer

Chen Pu felt a chill run down his back, experiencing an indescribable fear towards this eleven-year-old child. He could not understand why, but every time he saw the young master, he felt as if he was not looking at a human being; that cold, icy sensation made it seem as though the young master was a demon crawling out of hell. He glanced again at An Zheng, who was already sitting on a chair in the dilapidated courtyard in the distance, and suddenly realized that the feeling emanating from that wild boy was even stronger.

When An Zheng raised his head, the face of the fat man he saw was already distorted due to shock and tension. The sight of the injured and bleeding people outside had evidently struck a deep chord within the fat man's heart

The injuries inflicted on his body by those fellows in the academy have yet to heal, and the pain in his internal organs gives him the illusion of being completely twisted into a pretzel. An Zheng pondered what kind of medicinal remedies could be found in this place; if he truly could not endure it any longer, he should resort to medication, after all, this body is not the same as his original one. He has tens of thousands of formulas for elixirs in his mind, and the healing medicines of the Mingfa Division were all developed by him. However, now he lacks even the materials to concoct the most basic white medicine.

Meow ~

Chen Pu was lost in thought for a moment, and when he turned around, he discovered that the boy named An Zheng had already dragged the moaning injured individuals out of the fenced courtyard. The boy grasped the injured by their ankles, dragging them out like dead dogs, and then carelessly tossed them outside the door

... ...

An Zheng flicked his wrist, and the hatchet flew out, landing with a thud in the center of the silver circle, the handle pointing upwards, perfectly vertical to the ground as if measured by a ruler. It is unclear how such a feat was accomplished.

It is essential

One should be plump and chubby; those who are too thin will surely compete with me for food, while those who are fat will certainly not lack for meat

Standing at the street corner, Chen Pu's expression changed constantly, as he was uncertain whether he should continue executing the plan. The Nine Great Bandits had not shown up; not to mention those nine cowards, even none of their underlings, the local ruffians, had made an appearance. It was evident that the Nine Great Bandits had already sensed the Chen family's scheme. Therefore, moving forward, if it was merely to kill a young man, was this plan still worth pursuing

Such trivial matters need not trouble my father

A circle with a diameter of two meters is not large; it is precisely the optimal distance for An Zheng to step forward and strike. He stands in the center of the silver circle, and no matter which direction he strikes, stepping forward to deliver a blow is always perfectly timed. The hatchet, whether sweeping or chopping down, causes each strike to bring a person down without getting up, so soon the fallen bodies outside the silver circle begin to pile up, yet they are all still alive.

When the first person turned around and ran, the rout became inevitable. The rest all fled, and at that moment, the sun had not yet completely set. From the moment An Zheng struck down the first person to the time those individuals fled in panic, only a few minutes had passed. His strikes were so precise that they instilled fear deep within, making each person appear so miserable and severely injured, yet none had been harmed in a vital area.

Chen Pu waved his hand, and the assassins of the Chen family immediately withdrew.

The young man in white said with an air of maturity: "Since there is no longer a need for the plan regarding the Nine Great Bandits, let's withdraw everyone... Furthermore, this wild kid is quite interesting, much better than those insignificant thugs like Zhang Lei. Third Uncle, bring him back; we no longer need this person for the Nine Great Bandits. I want... this person has a certain fierceness in his bones. If nurtured well, he will become my capable assistant in the future"

No one understands his words

Do you still have an answer for me, why do good people have to follow the rules while bad people do not? Who exactly are these rules established for?

Fatty, how about I make you an official in the future

Alright, it's settled then. From now on, when I say to beat him up, you just rush in and start hitting without any hesitation

On the street, Du Shoushou was running wildly with An Zheng on his back. The bumpy ride gave An Zheng the illusion that his internal organs were being shaken out. Fortunately, Du Shoushou had a lot of flesh on him, which provided a decent shock absorption effect. So An Zheng couldn't help but ask: "Fatty... how come you are so fat when you haven't even eaten much meat?"

An Zheng shook his head: "It's nothing, but the internal injuries caused by Wang Meng and Wang Zhuang earlier are somewhat concerning"

An Zheng was laughing so hard that his insides ached, yet he couldn't stop laughing with such joy. It seemed like it had been a long time since such pure friendship had appeared around him. An Zheng lay on the back of the chubby guy, thinking that he would definitely make the chubby guy eat meat every day, every meal, and in various ways. But thinking about the simplicity of the chubby guy's life, having meat to eat was enough. With simple goals, a person is easily satisfied, and perhaps that leads to greater happiness. But thinking about the simplicity of the chubby guy's life, having meat to eat was enough. With simple goals, a person is easily satisfied, and perhaps that leads to greater happiness.

After speaking, he also turned and left. About ten men dressed in black from the Chen family quickly approached and secured An Zheng's small fenced courtyard.

An Zheng smiled as he lay on Du Shoushou's back: "Let's go, with this machete, at least those insignificant fellows on Nanshan Street won't dare to come. The Chen family won't act recklessly if they haven't seen the Nine Great Bandits; if nothing unexpected happens, they will even help guard this silver."

No problem, but I will not hit my parents

Is Third Uncle going to kill that wild kid

Du Shoushou did not understand how An Zheng could be so confident; he was only worried about An Zheng's injuries. Carrying An Zheng, he ran towards the only pharmacy on Nanshan Street. The cat in An Zheng's arms squeezed its little head out from between the two of them, looking around in confusion, with an expression that seemed to say, who is oppressing me

It is truly unjust

When more than half of the people on the ground had fallen, and dozens of individuals surrounded the silver circle, forming a wall of flesh, those outside finally realized something. They began to retreat, looking at each other, their eyes conveying the question, "Aren't you going in?" while the returning gazes implied, "Why aren't you going in?" Fights in Nanshan Street were nothing unusual; in the realm of the Illusory World, such brawls were even more commonplace.

He turned around and said, "I will take over the Chen family's business in the future. Now that I am eleven years old, it is time for me to find some useful assistants for myself"

Anzheng, are you alright

An Zheng's knife was very dull, a chopping knife used for cutting meat, which was clearly not very handy. Of course, the sensation of the meat might be more profound. At this moment, the wails of those who had fallen outside the silver circle were more piercing and unpleasant than the cries of a cat in heat. Blood stained the silver red, then seeped into the soil, turning it a grayish-black, much like the dark side of the human heart.

However, it was a group of strong men who were brought down, while the one who struck was a frail boy of about ten years old, making the scene particularly shocking, a kind of shock imbued with a brutal beauty.

By the way, An Zheng, how long can three thousand taels of silver buy meat for?

Because ... ... only by breaking the rules can one become a villain

What a shame, being able to eat meat, what kind of future can one expect!

Hahaha, this statement is truly so reasonable that it cannot be refuted

Chen Pu's attitude towards the young man was somewhat humbly disproportionate to their ages; he slightly leaned forward and said, "Young master, the original plan was aimed at the Nine Great Bandits, and this wild boy was merely a bait. However, now that the people from the Nine Great Bandits have not appeared, it is evident that they intend to abandon this wild boy. Therefore, it seems unnecessary to continue with the plan. I was just about to send someone back to consult the master on how to proceed and await his instructions."

The young man pointed at An Zheng

At the street corner, Chen Pu waved his hand and said: "Protect this courtyard. If anyone dares to touch that silver, just kill them on the spot. If the Nine Great Bandits come, just say that Brother An is now a distinguished guest of the Chen family and has nothing to do with the Nine Great Bandits anymore. From the moment they allowed An Zheng to face all this alone today, they have already abandoned their relationship with An Zheng. Whoever the young master wants, no one can stop them." From the moment they allowed An Zheng to face all this alone today, they have already abandoned their relationship with An Zheng. Whoever the young master wants, no one can stop them.

At this moment, the white cat Xiaoshan called out, seemingly expressing disdain for Du Shoushou's life aspirations

Du Shoushou bent down and unceremoniously picked up An Zheng: "Let’s go to the pharmacy, you look too frightening right now, and I don’t even know if that blood is yours."

As you command, since the young master has already made a decision, the plan will no longer be executed

When the bloodied youth slightly raised his chin and earnestly asked this question, no one dared to regard him as a fool any longer

The fat man charged into the courtyard, stepping on those fellows, his shoes already stained red with blood

Outside the circle, a sturdy middle-aged man, trembling in fear, instinctively responded with a remark, unaware that his legs were growing weak and shaking

I say who to hit, and that is who will be hit

An Zheng felt somewhat fatigued, having engaged in physical activity more times than usual today. This body still bore injuries, and they were not minor, so he had slightly overexerted himself. Moreover, the pain from the wounds began to irritate his nerves. He tossed the last injured person outside and, panting, walked back to the courtyard to sit down. A fine layer of sweat covered his forehead, which was not a result of exhaustion, but rather from pain

At that moment, An Zheng heard the squelching sound of shoes stepping in the muddy water. He did not look up, but from the sound of the footsteps, he knew it was the chubby Du Shoushou returning. This fellow's footsteps were heavy, and his breathing even heavier, clearly having run all the way back.

"What a waste, is your life goal to convert everything into how many pounds of meat it is worth?"

Nonsense! Why would I hit your parents... By the way, Fatty, what kind of girl do you like? Is it the chubby and fair-skinned type, or the more delicate and slender one? From now on, we will be celebrities on Nanshan Street, and by then, you will have many admirers

The young man in white left behind these words and strode away. Seven or eight boys, roughly his age, surrounded him as if they were protecting an emperor. These boys were all chosen by the young man in white as his helpers, and they had gradually turned into dogs. Moreover, they were a pack of dogs trained from this young age, and perhaps in just a few years, they could be honed into mastiffs. As long as the young man in white pointed his hand forward, they would pounce on their prey and tear it to shreds. Moreover, they were a pack of dogs trained from this young age, and perhaps in just a few years, they could be honed into mastiffs. As long as the young man in white pointed his hand forward, they would pounce on their prey and tear it to shreds

A young boy dressed in a white mink coat walked up to him, his eyes fixed intently on the direction of the dilapidated courtyard. The boy appeared to be around ten years old, standing half a head taller than An Zheng. His clothing was exceedingly luxurious, and his handsome face bore an inexplicable air of aloofness. Although he was merely a child of about ten, the depth of understanding reflected in his gaze surpassed that of the average adult

How the hell would I know, do you think this body of mine feels wronged or not?

An Zheng wiped the blood splattered on his face, the warmth allowing him to rediscover a hint of the thrill of vengeance from his past. It was in this manner that he carved out order, one knife stroke at a time, and established rules, one knife stroke at a time.

An Zheng smiled, his bloodied face revealing a set of white teeth, which sent chills down one's spine: "It is somewhat interesting... Therefore, at its core, the law does not restrain the good, but rather the wicked. To put it metaphorically, this circle represents the law; if you touch the law, you must pay the price."