Seeing this, Li Xue asked Wang Xing and the chef to go over and help Zhao Cheng.
After the two left, the remaining people lost their appetite, but they couldn't leave either, so they had to sit in the restaurant and wait for news.
After Zhao Cheng left the restaurant, he began walking down the street, seemingly looking for a buyer. The three foreigners immediately followed him.
“Hero, you were tricked by those merchants just now. We are indignant on your behalf, but there is nothing we can do to help you. Why don’t you go up and fight them?”
Here's what we'll do: we know you urgently need money. Sell us your sword, and we'll pay you 50,000 taels of silver.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng immediately became happy and asked, "Do you really want to buy my precious sword?"
"Of course I'll buy it. That's a real sword, totally worth the price."
"Okay, it's settled then. You guys are much better than those businessmen."
"Could you show us this sword again? We'd like to see it again."
"No, you were there just now and you've already seen it. If you really want to buy it, then we'll do cash on delivery."
"But we don't have that much money on us. Why don't you come with us to get some money?"
"Okay, it's settled then. Take me to get the money quickly," Zhao Cheng said eagerly.
“We live right up ahead. Come with us, and we’ll get you the money.”
After speaking, the man walked forward, with Zhao Cheng following behind him, and the two people behind him also following closely.
Wang Xing drove the carriage, accompanied by the head chef, following at a distance.
The two people following Zhao Cheng looked around but found nothing unusual, so they continued walking forward.
Gradually, the group arrived at a secluded place.
"Where is this place? Where do you live? Why haven't we arrived yet?" Zhao Cheng asked.
"See the houses ahead? Go into an alley and you'll reach where we're staying."
There were indeed a few houses ahead, but it was clear that no one lived there, as some of the houses had collapsed. Zhao Cheng remained calm and continued to follow him forward.
Finally, we arrived at a few houses, and there was indeed an alley here.
Zhao Cheng followed the man in front of him into the alley, only to find that it was a dead end.
A cold smile appeared on Zhao Cheng's lips. He looked back and saw that the two people behind him had caught up closely and blocked his way.
"What do you want to do?" Zhao Cheng feigned panic.
At this point, the group revealed their true colors and burst into laughter.
"Hand over the sword now, or we'll spare your life," the two men following behind said arrogantly.
"Ah, please don't kill me, I'll give you the sword."
After saying that, he took out his sword, turned around, and walked towards the two people behind him.
The two laughed even harder, and they stepped forward, ready to take the sword.
Unexpectedly, the moment their hands reached out, they shuddered and then collapsed to the ground.
In that instant, Zhao Cheng made his move, striking their pressure points with his sword sheath, causing both of them to faint instantly.
Zhao Cheng turned his head to look at another person. At this moment, his face was cold and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
This person saw everything clearly. This swordsman was definitely a true master; he attacked so fast that he didn't even have time to react before his two accomplices were taken down.
If you encounter someone like that, you're just unlucky; running for your life is the priority.
He was about to run away when he suddenly realized it was a dead end. He realized he was asking for trouble by finding such a place.
"Who are you? How are you so powerful?"
"You know who sells swords, but I'd like to ask you who you are and why you're trying to steal my sword."
“We are local people. I really want to buy your sword. They want to steal your sword, but that has nothing to do with me.”
"You're not a local at all. Don't you know this is a dead end? You brought me here not to buy a sword, but to kill me and steal my treasure. Tell me honestly, who are you?"
"I'm really a local. I just want to do some small business. I brought you here only to make a little money. I didn't mean to harm you. Please let me go. I'll never do it again."
Knowing he was no match for Zhao Xian, the man began to beg for mercy.
"Stop pretending. I've known for a long time that you're all from foreign lands. What are you doing in Yuanxi?"
Zhao Cheng's words startled the man, who immediately drew his sword from his waist and lunged at Zhao Cheng.
Without even drawing his sword, Zhao Cheng kicked the sword out of the man's hand, then raised his other foot and kicked him.
The man, like a kite with a broken string, slammed heavily against the wall in front of him, bounced back, and crashed to the ground, immediately losing consciousness.
Just after they finished dealing with the three people, Wang Xing and the chef arrived.
"You've come at the right time. Quickly take these three people to the government office," Zhao Cheng ordered.
"Okay, the carriage is parked at the alley entrance, let's go quickly." After Wang Xing finished speaking, he and the chef each carried one of the unconscious foreigners and walked towards the alley entrance.
Zhao Cheng turned around, picked up the unconscious barbarian from the ground, and followed him out of the alley.
The three were thrown into the carriage, and Wang Xing immediately drove away.
As they passed by Taiyuan Restaurant, the head chef got off the carriage to tell Princess Li Xue what had happened there.
Upon receiving the news, Li Xue and Zhao Xian were so excited that they didn't even finish their meal and quickly paid the bill and left.
Before long, the group arrived at the government office, where the unconscious barbarians were still asleep.
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