Chapter 717: Chapter 206: Rebel Fan Wu? The Dog Meat Magistrate and the Old Taoist (10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_5

With this reprieve, they had a buffer when seeking their next livelihood.

They immediately accepted the Innkeeper’s orders.

Hurriedly running towards the outside.

Meanwhile, the Innkeeper quickly rushed to a spot within the inn to gather all the gold and silver stored there. It was the wealth he had accumulated over his lifetime.

Although it wasn’t a tremendous amount, it was enough to ensure a carefree life for his family for the second half of their lives.

As for the inn?

The Innkeeper was well aware that if it caught the Magistrate’s attention, not only would the inn be doomed, but his life might be at stake as well! Even if he was reluctant to give up his business, he had no choice but to cut his losses, as if throwing his inn to the dogs.

In this emergency, he did not care that his actions were witnessed by Fan Wu and the others.

Or perhaps, subconsciously, he believed that Fan Wu and his companions were good people.

Otherwise, how could they have clashed with those ruffian Rangers?

Since they were good people.

He could rest easy!

"Cough cough... You... You sss..." Just then, one of the Rangers who had earlier been unconscious with his crotch cupped, awoke without anyone noticing.

Enduring the heart-wrenching pain in his groin, he stared at Fan Wu and the others with bloodshot eyes: "None of you will get away! You... you’ve angered the Magistrate, you’re dead for sure!"

"The Magistrate will surely skin you alive, pull your tendons out, and hang your bodies to dry on the city walls!" He spoke through gritted teeth: "You’re finished, completely finished!! You..."

Whumph!!!

A chicken bone flew like lightning and pierced through his skull, exiting from the back of the ruffian’s head.

Such a bone embedded itself deep into the floor of the inn as if it were an arrow shot by someone.

"Noisy," Fan Wu said expressionlessly, uttering these two words.

Yes!

The chicken bone was spat out by him, its force akin to an arrow’s, effortlessly penetrating the skull of a grown man.

Utterly terrifying!

Not far away, the Innkeeper who was gathering his wealth was stunned, sweating profusely: "Did he just kill someone? Hiss... This is a complete affront to the Magistrate!"

Forget it!

He had warned these people multiple times, and if they still refused to leave, it was no longer his concern.

After all, he had done all he could.

The Innkeeper stuffed all the money into a large cloth bag, and when he gaspingly reached the entrance of the inn, he hesitated but then brazenly took a purse from one of the ruffian Rangers—it was part of the taxes they had collected.

Holding one money bag in his left and another in his right, he bolted out the door with the wind under his feet, as if he had grown an extra leg.

Yun Jiuqing saw this and turned to look at Fan Wu.

Without waiting for Yun Jiuqing to speak, Fan Wu already said directly, "Let’s wait for them here!"

Upon hearing Fan Wu’s words, Yun Jiuqing felt a small surge of glee because it meant that Daoist Priest Fan supported her own initiative!

Although the six loud and disrespectful Rangers who had barged into the inn were now all lying on the ground.

It must be noted that the inn’s front door was wide open, and some of the townsfolk outside had witnessed what had happened inside.

Even though most people deeply resented the corrupt Magistrate.

Not everyone was averse to ingratiating themselves with him.

Human nature is quite complex, after all.

...

Before long.

A shifty-looking man hastily ran to the government office of Iron Mountain County and, without uttering a word, seized a drumstick and fiercely started banging on the large drum placed beside the office’s gate.

His actions left the Government Officials guarding the gate dumbfounded.

They knew that their Magistrate detested anyone looking to beat the drum for justice. The last person who had done so still lingered in the memory of these Government Officials, and it had been over two years since that incident.

Surprisingly, after more than two years, someone dared to beat the drum for justice again. Seemed like a death wish!

The Government Officials initially guarding the gate swiftly surrounded him.

One of them, with a grim face, kicked the man who sought justice on the behind, his voice threatening, "What are you doing here making a racket with that drum, you rascal?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The shifty-looking man was well aware that beating the drum for justice rashly could lead to trouble.

Therefore, he cut to the chase, anxiously stating the reason.

Once the man laid out the entire situation,

All the Government Officials were taken aback.

"What?!" one of them exclaimed, eyes wide with shock, their tone rising sharply, "Someone fought with the Magistrate’s tax collection team in the street? And someone died?"

Immediately, this Government Official grabbed the shifty-looking man and demanded, "Who died?!"

Swallowing nervously, the man replied, "It was... one of the Magistrate’s tax collectors."

"Hiss!!!"

The group of Government Officials exchanged glances, clearly grasping the gravity of the situation.