Because the news of the outlaw Zhang San was spreading like wildfire throughout the city, Old Man Han also learned of the existence of such a master.

Although he used his storytelling skills to gather information and judged that Zhang San's target was someone from the yamen (government office), he probably wouldn't attack ordinary people casually.

Moreover, Han Feiyu himself is clever and won't do anything reckless.

However, he was still worried. For safety's sake, he entrusted his only original manuscript to Han Feiyu for self-defense.

"Don't be too careless, kid. There are countless masters in the world."

Putting aside everything else, Zhang San, that outlaw who's been causing trouble lately, is definitely not an ordinary person.

"If you accidentally provoke him and get killed by that thug, who will I be able to complain to?"

"...Uh, old man, you're right. I'll remember that, I'll remember that."

Han Feiyu had already sensed the old man's concern for him, but the old man's words, telling him to be careful of Zhang San, made him feel somewhat conflicted.

Good grief, I am Zhang San. What's the big deal if Zhang San kills me? Do you think I would kill myself?

Fortunately, his strong ability to manage his facial expressions prevented him from revealing any flaws at this moment.

"I feel like you didn't take my words to heart... Oh well, you've always been smart since you were little, you won't go looking for danger."

Prepare well, your first storytelling session officially starts tomorrow, so please don't mess it up.

In response to Old Man Han's final reminder, Han Feiyu said that he was perfectly fine.

What does it mean to be nervous in front of a lot of people? What does it mean to make a mistake due to pressure?

Just kidding, his performance practice these past two days wasn't for nothing; those constables and thugs can testify to that.

(Victim: I have no objection.)

"My confidence is 1000%!"

Nothing happened that day. The constables who patrolled the streets and alleys were both relieved and full of pressure.

Good news, we didn't run into Zhang San.

Bad news: Zhang San is hiding somewhere, secretly observing them.

Han Feiyu, having changed his clothes as the sun rose once more, arrived at the place prepared for the storyteller in the restaurant.

"call……"

He looked directly at the guests below, his gaze unwavering.

Pressure? These are his good friends who spread rumors and pushed him to finish the manuscript. How could he be afraid?

"Come on, everyone here, let's talk about how many heroes there are in the Nine Provinces today."

The three major sects and nine major religions—the righteous and the evil paths all joined forces.

As a storyteller, the story I'm going to tell you today is about Liu Yi, the renowned swordsman from the south, also known as the King of the Long Spear.

This story was also bought by Old Han from his study. After some selection, the old man felt that this story was just right.

Han Feiyu even joked that if they told the story of Old Wang, the audience might be very enthusiastic.

To this, Old Han remained silent, saying, "It's inappropriate; this thing isn't appropriate."

They can study such artworks at home; there's no need to bring them out.

Back to the present, Han Feiyu's storytelling continues.

"As everyone knows, there have always been rumors that those who are skilled at using guns as weapons in the martial arts world have all had some bad luck."