It has to be said that the speed at which this rumor is spreading is frighteningly fast, and also frighteningly outrageous.

Even Han Feiyu fell silent after hearing the series of conversations inside the restaurant and at the entrance.

His native language should be described as speechless.

"Goodness, no wonder it's such a sunny day today, turns out it's because you guys have left me speechless."

He knew about the saying "three men can make a tiger," and he understood how quickly rumors could spread.

But aren't you people going a bit too far?

Just now, someone said that Zhang San killed about a hundred people, and he was puzzled because he had only been alive for two days. How could it have been so fast?

As a result, in the short time it took to step outside, the number of people jumped from a hundred to over a thousand?!

Seriously? If Zhang San could really kill thousands of people, would anyone dare to wander around this city?

"I'm suddenly a little curious. When will this rumor, if it continues to escalate, allow Zhang San to kill hundreds of thousands of people out of thin air?"

He couldn't help but laugh at this.

"But ultimately, this is a good thing. The more enthusiastic people are about spreading rumors, the more beneficial it is for me."

Zhang San, an outlaw who never stops, is not just a single person creating carnage.

Imitation, once fear reaches a certain level, might lead someone who already harbors ill intentions to act in Zhang San's name.

"At that time, we can expand the scope of influence and spread the message to other cities..."

He might not know much about other paths, but he knows those storytellers all too well now.

Would a group of top-tier gossip enthusiasts, bloodthirsty viewers, resist the urge to take a look when they hear about such big news?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

For them, seeing enough high-profile news is worth dying for.

This is the future he envisioned: more and more people, like a snowball rolling downhill, reinforce the non-existent outlaw Zhang San.

"And with just a little manipulation, the resulting manuscript will likely be stronger than anyone could imagine!"

The corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Don't laugh, hold it in, you absolutely mustn't laugh out loud at this moment...

"What's wrong? You seem to be in a good mood?"

After his colleague finished questioning him, he glanced at the constable that Han Feiyu was now replacing.

"It's nothing, I just thought of something happy."

"Something good? You found money on the street?"

"No, what makes me happy is that we asked for information along the way, but we didn't get anything."

Colleague:?

After hearing Han Feiyu's answer, several small question marks appeared above his head.

What is this guy saying?

Why can he understand each word individually, but not when they are combined into a sentence?

Is getting nothing good news? If we don't get anything, we're just going to keep working here, buddy, are you even thinking straight?

"No, buddy, think about it carefully. So many of our colleagues have fallen. This outlaw Zhang San is definitely a ruthless person. No, he might be a werewolf, even more ruthless than that."

If the two of us go up to such a master, won't we just end up as two corpses in some corner tomorrow?

No news is good news; it means Zhang San might not be here, and the danger is on someone else's side.

"hiss……"

With Han Feiyu's arm around his neck, the constable fell into deep thought.