This spear master is different; he has never encountered any bad luck, and in fact, he has been very lucky.

How wonderful it is! You can find money while walking down the street, and catch fish by sticking your spear into the water. I wonder what the people fishing next to him are thinking...

Han Feiyu was naturally talented, and with the practice he had been doing during this time, even though it was his first time telling stories, his performance was quite good.

The atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became lively, with guests eating and drinking, ordering pot after pot of wine.

There were also two constables among the guests; they were fishing here.

"Dude, is it really okay for the two of us to slack off here? What if the constable finds out? Will he blame us?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid at all."

If the head constable is going to get angry, he should at least catch us first. Right now, that guy should still be practicing his kung fu in the yamen.

Besides, Zhang San, that outlaw, has killed so many of our brothers. Do you think the two of us can beat him?

If you encounter him, he'll probably be similar to his other colleagues—broad-minded and unpredictable.

"We only make a few bucks a month, why would we risk our lives like that, don't you think?"

"Brother, your words are more valuable than ten years of study."

They hadn't really taken Zhang San's arrest seriously, and because they hadn't lowered their voices during their conversation, the other guests nearby could hear them clearly.

These people also took a sip of wine, thinking about how to boast about the information they had found about Zhang San if they ran into acquaintances.

Well, the rumor has progressed another step. Han Feiyu should probably thank these kind people for their support.

Thanks to the help of these good buddies, the completion of his fictional manuscript is progressing steadily.

"The old demon with the black sword swept his greatsword horizontally, aiming for the spear king's neck. Guess what happened?"

"And then what happened? Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already."

Someone asked anxiously, and at that moment, a subtle smile appeared on Han Feiyu's face.

To find out what happens next, please stay tuned for the next episode.

"No, what is this? The storyteller is...!"

"When I go to a teahouse to listen to storytelling, the storyteller will play tricks on me by cutting out the story. When I go to a restaurant to listen to storytelling, the storyteller will still play tricks on me by cutting out the story."

"Then all my trip to this restaurant was for nothing, wasn't it?"

Han Feiyu simply smiled and remained silent in the face of their accusations, finding the public's anticipation quite pleasing.

The storytelling continued from before lunchtime until after lunchtime. Han Feiyu had to refill his water bottle several times during the performance, and the storytelling was successfully completed.

As previously agreed upon with Old Man Han and the restaurant owner, this storytelling session was a success, and the next one will be in three days.

Three days, then another three days.

Just in time, Han Feiyu thought to himself, it was time for his next operation as the outlaw Zhang San to begin.

He changed into a constable's outfit and returned to the yamen with his nominal teammate.

Along with several other constable squads that had also come up empty-handed, they faced their superior.

"Everyone, we haven't even seen a shadow of Zhang San in the past two days."

I suspect there's a traitor among us.

I've been staying up late these past few days and have a bit of a headache. I'll try my best to move the third update earlier each day, so it won't be so late...