Chapter 008: Invincible

Butcher Bandit?

That's quite an imposing nickname.

Targeting the rich exclusively suggests a hatred of wealth. It seems that not only modern people resent the rich—even the ancients did the same. However, murdering for money goes too far.

Wang Bo asked, "Were the wealthy people Zhao Wuyan killed all unscrupulous rich merchants?"

Hanyue asked in surprise, "Young master, why do you say that? I've heard that Zhao Wuyan doesn't care whether a rich man is unkind in his wealth—whenever he encounters a wealthy person, he kills them all without asking the reason."

Wang Bo nodded slightly and said, “From what you said earlier, I thought he was a chivalrous thief, but now it seems he is nothing more than a murderous fiend.”

Hanyue said, 'Indeed, this Zhao Wuyan is truly a murderous madman. According to rumors, he often operates around Chang'an, but I never expected him to appear in Luoyang today, and of all places, to show up right inside Shuyu Pavilion.'

Just then, a sudden burst of explosive noise came from within Shuyu Pavilion.

Then came a burst of wild laughter.

"I had heard the Court of Judicial Review was teeming with experts, but now it seems they are nothing more than this—a pack of clay chickens and tile dogs, and yet they dare to block me. Truly, they must be tired of living."

Zhao Wuyan spoke with utter arrogance, not taking the people of the Court of Judicial Review seriously in the slightest.

But in reality, his words and actions were completely at odds.

This fellow shot out like a sharp arrow from the main entrance of Shuyu Pavilion. The crowd that had been blocking the gate scattered in all directions. Zhao Wuyan laughed aloud, fixed his sights on a direction, and sped away.

It was clear he intended to flee.

Zhao Wuyan was no fool. This was Luoyang, right under the emperor's nose. Having caused such a commotion inside the Shuyuxuan, once reinforcements from the Court of Judicial Review arrived, he would have no chance of escape.

So at the very start of the fight, Zhao Wuyan already had the intention to retreat.

Having just barely shaken off the Dali Temple men, if I don’t leave now, when will I?

But what Wang Bo hadn't expected was that the direction Zhao Wuyan had set his sights on was precisely where he and Hanyue were standing.

Zhao Wuyan's figure swayed, and in an instant he went from far to near, closing in on Wang Bo and Hanyue in just a few breaths.

At the same time, his voice drifted over leisurely: “Boy, today I’ll let you know what it means to be a murderous maniac. When you reach the underworld, don’t forget to tell King Yama that you died because of your foul mouth.”

In that instant, the sharp sword in his right hand shot toward Wang Bo's head like a flash of lightning.

For a moment, Hanyue's face turned deathly pale, and she nearly let out a scream!

Wang Bo had not expected that his conversation with Hanyue just now would be overheard by this fellow, and that this fellow would actually try to kill him over a single sentence.

So Wang Bo threw a punch without hesitation.

Bang!

His fist, indestructible and fiercely powerful, first shattered Zhao Wuyan's long sword with a single blow, then drove straight in, smashing into Zhao Wuyan's chest.

Zhao Wuyan's eyes widened so much they nearly bulged out of their sockets. He never imagined that his attempt to vent his anger by killing someone would lead him to encounter a super expert of prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex caliber.

After his chest was struck, the bones in Zhao Wuyan's chest shattered in an instant, and his whole body flew backward like a cannonball.

Just at that moment, the officials from the Court of Judicial Review had just rushed out, and they only saw a blur before their eyes as a figure flew backward past them, crashing into the wall with a thunderous boom.

Everyone turned to look and couldn't help but gasp sharply.

The person who crashed into the wall was undoubtedly Zhao Wuyan, who had just fled, but at this moment he was in an exceedingly miserable state: his entire body was nearly embedded in the wall, his chest bore a fist-sized imprint, and he was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyeballs bulging.

An official from the Court of Judicial Review hurried over, placed his fingers on Zhao Wuyan's neck, felt for a moment, then let out a breath and said, "He's still alive."

The leading man nodded and had two men take away the now-crippled Zhao Wuyan. He then clasped his hands toward the crowd and said, 'May I ask which chivalrous hero just acted? Please step forward. I am Zhou Mo of the Court of Judicial Review, and I am deeply grateful.'

He repeated these words three times in succession, but no one responded.

Because by this time, Wang Bo had already left.

In fact, after sending Zhao Wuyan flying, Wang Bo raised his middle finger at the stunned Hanyue, made a shushing gesture, and left with elegant steps.

He is now merely the owner of a tavern, a wealthy merchant and nothing more.

Wang Bo had no desire to deal with the people from the Court of Judicial Review.

Because it is well understood that scholars disrupt laws with their writings, and knights violate prohibitions with their force. In the eyes of onlookers, the wandering swordsmen of the rivers and lakes and the martial arts masters are all uncertain elements.

Thus, while they are wary of these people, they also wish to bring them under their management.

Contact with these people will bring about the so-called alternating kindness and severity, suppression and ostracism.

This did not match the life Wang Bo had hoped for.

So Wang Bo did not wish to deal with the people from the Court of Judicial Review.

But unfortunately, this was merely wishful thinking on Wang Bo's part.

Yesterday he made a move in public; even if Hanyue said nothing, there were others who witnessed the moment Wang Bo acted.

Thus came the next day.

Wang Bo was still washing up when Yu'er rushed in hurriedly. "Bad news, Master! People from the Court of Judicial Review have come to the door, saying they want to see you."

Liu'er's heart trembled, and her movements involuntarily slowed.

Wang Bo said calmly, “Don’t worry. Your master hasn’t committed any crime, so the people from the Court of Judicial Review can’t do anything to me. Come, help me change clothes—I’m going out to ask what they want.”

Liu’er and Yu’er, uneasy and anxious, helped Wang Bo dress and combed his hair. Wang Bo adjusted his attire, then unhurriedly left the rear courtyard and arrived at the front hall.

At this moment, the front courtyard hall was already occupied by a group of men in official robes.

Every five paces a man, every ten paces a post—they surrounded the entire front courtyard hall.

In the reception hall, a dignified man in official robes sat in the host's seat, impatiently scolding the Wang household servants: 'If your master does not come out soon, do not blame this official for being impolite.'

Wang Bo couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and said, "Fine, then I'd like to see just how you plan to be unkind."

Ever since he learned that this world was the world of Detective Dee: The Mystery of the Phantom Flame, Wang Bo had become a bit more reckless.

Because with his current strength, looking across this world, he is invincible.

As long as he is under the sunlight, he can fight tirelessly like a perpetual motion machine.

Coupled with a constitution impervious to blades and spears, and immune to all poisons.

Even an army of a hundred thousand could not kill Wang Bo.

Moreover, with his strength of over a dozen tons per punch, even the most formidable experts are no match for him.

So Wang Bo truly had nothing to fear.