Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 38 - 00: Putting You All in Your Place Clearly and Cleanly

Chapter 38: Chapter 0038: Putting You All in Your Place Clearly and Cleanly

In the city, a teahouse.

The locals, with nothing better to do, gathered in small groups inside the teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, some peanuts, and sunflower seeds, and started bragging.

Among the gossip, it was hard to tell truth from lies.

At this moment, a man dressed in simple cloth walked into the teahouse, took a quick look around, found his usual gossip circle, and joined in. He picked up a cup of tea, took a big gulp, then slammed the teacup onto the table with a thud, drawing curious glances from those around him.

A few dishes, and it’s blown up like this?

The man in cloth raised his voice and said, "You all were just sitting here gossiping and missed the most explosive event Jiangdu City has seen in over ten years. If you didn’t witness it yourself, I fear you wouldn’t even believe it."

As expected.

His words instantly piqued the curiosity of those around him.

"Hey! Where’d you pick up this gossip? Ten years, you say? Sounds like exaggeration to me."

"Yeah, yeah. What haven’t we seen? Just the other day, I saw a female fairy pass by my house, claiming I was her Daoist partner from a past life. She said that in a hundred years, she’ll take my soul away and we’ll be a celestial couple envied by all."

"Da Niu, you’re drunk before you’ve even touched a drop. If you actually did drink, you’d brag yourself into the heavens."

"Hahaha... A female fairy? I bet you mistook your beefy wife for a fairy, didn’t you."

The man in cloth frowned in annoyance. "Do you want to hear it or not? If not, forget it—miss out, and you won’t get another chance to hear this."

"Alright, alright, just spill it already." The crowd urged him on, eager for juicy gossip. They wanted to see if this guy could deliver shocking news or if he was just blowing smoke, something they could spot in an instant.

The man in cloth propped his foot up on a stool, waving his arms around dramatically, like a general commanding an army.

"This morning, a group of bald constables turned up at the harbor and broke both the legs of Fan Jianglong, Lang Jun, right on the Serpent Gang’s turf!"

He didn’t even finish his story.

And was interrupted.

"Nonsense! More puffed-up nonsense! The Serpent Gang—do you even know what kind of power they wield? Who’d dare touch them?"

"Exactly! Sounds totally unreliable."

To them, his tale was too far-fetched to believe.

The man in cloth raised his voice even further, defending himself vehemently. "Why would I make stuff up? I saw it with my own eyes! Go ask around at the harbor—plenty of people witnessed it. Swear to my ancestors’ graves—I’d never lie to you all!"

It was all true.

And yet, they refused to believe him.

This upset the man in cloth immensely. Here he was, with a golden opportunity to share some brag-worthy news, and nobody trusted him. He wasn’t making anything up; it really happened!

Those around him saw him swearing on his ancestors’ graves. Surely, he wouldn’t resort to that kind of exaggeration just for gossip, right?

"So what happened next? That Fan Jianglong, Lang Jun, is just a minor leader. Would they let it go so easily?"

"Come on, tell us what happened!"

Their curiosity was thoroughly hooked.

The man in cloth took another sip of tea, his face brimming with smugness. He glanced triumphantly around the table and continued, "I have to say, those bald constables were no joke. Their methods were sharp—Lang Jun had twenty or thirty underlings with him, but none of them dared to make a move."

"Then, guess who showed up?"

"Tiger Hall Master Gao Yixiong. This guy’s a beast—he can tear apart a wild bull with his bare hands. A ruthless character. But those bald constables didn’t give Gao Yixiong any face at all—they weren’t afraid of him in the slightest."

"You’d think a big fight would break out, but surprisingly, Gao Yixiong backed down, saying to let the matter rest like that."

"So, tell me—wouldn’t you call this a once-in-a-decade spectacle?"

By the time he finished, the man in cloth looked supremely content with himself.

Looking at the shocked expressions of those around him.

That was pure astonishment.

His sense of personal pride soared to new heights, swelling with satisfaction.

And then.

The teahouse erupted.

"Is this for real?"

"Doesn’t seem plausible at all."

The man in cloth said, "Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Or go out and ask—there were plenty of eyewitnesses. As for me, I was one of the lucky few to see it firsthand."

Immediately.

Many people left the teahouse, determined to verify the story.

If it were true, it would truly be a shame.

Missing out on witnessing it firsthand—how regretful would that be?

Meanwhile, our central figure Lin Fan was at the Martial Arts Training Ground, leading his subordinates in their training.

Smack, smack, smack!

The subordinates were colliding against tree bark.

Lin Fan sat off to the side, hammering a metal lump against his own forehead. It hurt a bit, but he wasn’t seriously injured. He was deep in thought, using pain to sharpen his mental clarity.

"Where will things go from here based on the current situation?"

He was preoccupied with this question.

Drawing from the conventions of hundreds of movies and dramas, what lay ahead would surely be anything but simple.

As he hammered his head, Lin Fan deliberated on the possible future events.

Piecing together several occurrences, he realized that these problems might be interconnected.

Chen Mansion’s Chen Zhong invited the Black Fox Demon.

The hidden secret in Sun Tao’s old ancestral well.

Wei Xiong being bribed by the Serpent Gang.

The Serpent Gang assassins’ ambush, leading to ongoing conflicts with the gang.

Dammit!

All the issues, except the Black Fox Demon incident, were tied to the Serpent Gang.

Hold on.

The unresolved Chen Mansion affair—it’s hard to rule out connections to the Serpent Gang. At most, no concrete clues have been found yet.

"I need to sort this out carefully."

Lin Fan’s self-inflicted head bashing grew harder, the metal lump flashed more frequently, and the thudding sounds echoed across the Martial Arts Training Ground, shocking the constables nearby.

Could he be any rougher?

What if he puts a dent in his head? What then?

Suddenly.

Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with brilliance as he reached a profound realization.

In that instant, inspiration struck, and the blueprint of events unfurled in his mind.

Recruitment.

Lin Fan outlined several likely paths this could take.

First: The Serpent Gang recognizes his potential and his difficult-to-deal-with nature. They host a banquet to bribe him, attempting to lure him onto their side. Following typical storylines, he’d naturally refuse with righteous indignation, launching a prolonged personal feud—a tug-of-war of life and death.

Second: The Serpent Gang decides to swallow their pride, prioritizing bigger matters over his minor interference, and deliberately avoids direct conflict with him.

Third: The Serpent Gang immediately resorts to collaborating with demons for various assassination attempts. But per the tried-and-true rule that the big boss always emerges last, Lin Fan would only grow stronger. In the end, he’d uproot the entire Serpent Gang, inviting retaliation from their counterparts in other cities and provoking higher-up powers. This sets him on the path of battling increasingly formidable foes, ultimately becoming a peak-level bald hero.

"Why does it feel like the straightforward third option is the one I’m actually looking forward to?"

Lin Fan fell into deep contemplation.

But he remained completely unafraid.

The script was laid out for them—it was just a matter of which storyline they decided to pursue.

No matter what path they chose.

He’d handle it perfectly.

PS: Wow, it’s been a cluster of birthdays, and now there’s a friend about to get married too. Broke as I am, all I can afford is milk tea.

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