Stop flattering me, system! I'm about to become a saint!

Chapter 5 An Encounter with a Bad Boy

Judging from Li Liang's indignant expression, he seemed to really believe the nonsense that the Wang family father and daughter were afraid of being retaliated against by Liu Changsheng, so they took it upon themselves to poison the wine.

Is this person really that naive?

"But Brother Yang, I really didn't expect you to actually kill that father and daughter."

When I first heard about this, I thought it was fake. I never imagined you were really this ruthless.

Yang Song said, "They're trying to poison me, how can I let them go? I'd be too stupid."

"That...that makes sense."

Li Liang scratched his head: "I just didn't expect you to kill someone, after all, you're usually very kind-hearted."

Yang Song said, "That's because you don't understand me yet."

Although your life experience is still limited, your thoughts are as profound as an endless book.

It's really too difficult to get Li Liang to fully understand you.

You are destined to endure the loneliness of finding no true friends and the solitude of being alone at the top.

[Reward: Four days of cultivation points]

While the system was rambling on, Yang Song and his companion walked side by side on the street, unsure of what to say.

However, the silence didn't last long before Li Liang broke it.

"Brother Yang, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Shall we find somewhere to get something to eat?"

"OK."

Yang Song glanced around and pointed to the wonton stall not far away: "That'll do."

Li Liang looked over and said with a straight face, "Brother Yang, let's make this clear first. You're not allowed to compete with me this time; I have to treat you."

Yang Song chuckled and said, "There are people who are eager to spend money? You can treat me if you want, I won't fight you for it."

Everyone in this world is eager to show off and distinguish themselves.

Li Liang comes from a poor family, yet he tries to act like he's incredibly wealthy, which is truly laughable.

Anyone else would have laughed at his absurdity and ridiculousness, but you silently complied, preserving his pitiful self-esteem.

Those who are eager to show off only become laughingstocks; your quiet and unassuming nature reveals your noble character. The ways of the world are truly unpredictable.

[Reward: Four days of cultivation points]

Yang Song smiled and sat down at a table.

Upon seeing this, the old man selling wontons quickly dropped what he was doing and ran over to wipe the table again and again with a rag.

"Officer Yang, you haven't eaten yet? What would you like?"

Yang Song said gently, "Two bowls of wontons and a plate of fried dumplings will suffice."

"Why!"

The old man gave a loud reply, hurried over to the earthen stove, and started cooking the wontons.

Not long after, he brought over two bowls of wontons sprinkled with scallions, a plate of fried dumplings with chives, and a plate of spicy radish and placed them on the table.

Li Liang tilted his head and looked at the old man, puzzled, "Old man, did you serve the wrong thing? We didn't order spicy radish."

"It was a gift, a gift."

The old man gave Yang Song a simple, honest smile: "Officer Yang, please eat more."

Yang Song looked down at the large bowl in front of him. There was almost no soup in it; it was full of thin-skinned wontons with lots of meat.

He said helplessly, "Sir, you gave me too many wontons, didn't you?"

"Not much, not much. If you're still hungry, we can have more. Officer Yang, please don't be shy with me."

The old man wiped his hands with a rag, bowed slightly and said, "A few days ago, some scoundrels were eating and drinking for free. It was thanks to you that they were deterred that they dared not cause trouble again."

If they came every day, I definitely wouldn't be able to keep my stall afloat. You gave me a way to survive.

Yang Song said, "You flatter me, sir. Maintaining peace and order on the streets is simply my duty."

The old man was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Officer Yang, you are a good man."

Before he could finish speaking, a shout came from behind: "Old Ma, a bowl of wontons, please!"

"They're here!"

The old man turned around and responded, then gave Yang Song an apologetic smile: "Officer Yang, please take your time eating. I'll go and attend to them first."

Yang Song nodded, watching the old man walk towards the steaming earthen pot.

Li Liang picked up his chopsticks and said while eating wontons, "Brother Yang, you're the best. You're recognized everywhere you go, and everyone treats you with utmost respect."

Yang Song curled his lip: "You can do that too, and then someone comes to your door at night with wine and food, saying they want to thank you for saving their life, but they've poisoned the wine."

With a "smack", Li Liang slammed his chopsticks on the table: "I get angry just thinking about those two ingrates. How could they do such a heartless thing?"

"If you hadn't noticed the wine tasted off, they would have poisoned you to death!"

"Let's eat."

Yang Song didn't say anything more and picked up a fried dumpling with his chopsticks to eat.

In no time, the two had eaten most of it.

Li Liang picked up his bowl and took a sip of soup. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he said with some worry, "Brother Yang, this morning I heard from the other brothers at the county magistrate's office that Liu Changsheng probably won't let this go. What are you going to do now?"

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

Li Liang frowned: "It's...it's that simple?"

Yang Song shrugged: "What else can we do?"

Li Liang pursed his lips tightly; he truly couldn't think of a solution.

People like them, who are just peasants, are courting death by provoking the Eagle Martial Arts School.

If it weren't for the change of county magistrate, Liu Changsheng wouldn't dare to act recklessly like before, and Yang Song's grave would probably be overgrown with weeds by now.

"Brother Yang, you really shouldn't have stood up for yourself yesterday. It's such a headache now that things have turned out like this."

Li Liang's brows furrowed, and his expression was one of great distress.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

"Brother Yang, why don't you leave Anping?"

Losing this patrol job is no big deal; I can still be a hero anywhere else.

Just as Yang Song was about to speak, a shout of approval suddenly came from afar.

"Excellent wine! Thank you for the wine, young master!"

The two exchanged a glance, and Yang Song said, "Let's go take a look."

"it is good."

Li Liang agreed and took out fifteen coins from his purse and placed them on the table.

He knew Yang Song's character well; he was definitely not the kind of person who would take advantage of others.

Paying fifteen coins for this meal would be no less than the price; the old man selling wontons would definitely not lose out.

"Officer Yang, have you finished eating?"

Seeing Yang Song and the other man stand up, the old man bowed and walked over.

When he saw the money on the table, he immediately became anxious: "Officer Yang, what money are you giving me?"

"From now on, you can eat whatever you want here. Paying me would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Li Liang grabbed the money, placed it in the old man's hand, and said, "Old man, just keep the money."

Brother Yang isn't one to eat and drink for free. If you don't accept the money, he'll nag you all day.

"But this is too much. Two bowls of wontons and a plate of fried dumplings shouldn't be that much."

"You put so many wontons in Brother Yang's bowl, and also served a plate of spicy radish. It doesn't cost much."

"I gave it to you."

"I appreciate your kindness, Brother Yang, but please keep the money."

"Brother Yang, wait for me!"

Seeing Yang Song leave first, Li Liang forcefully pried open the old man's hand that was gripping his clothes: "Old man, I have to go with Brother Yang to do some work, that's all."

After saying that, he chased after Yang Song.

"Thank you for the wine, young master!"

"Young Master's martial arts are unparalleled, unmatched in the world!"

The two followed the cheers to the entrance of Xiangmanlou. On the second floor, a young man in fine clothes was leaning against the railing, pouring wine from a wine pot.

Downstairs, a group of ragged idlers tilted their heads back, opened their mouths to catch the wine stream, splashing it all over their faces and bodies, yet they clapped and laughed.

The cheers just now were from them.

Li Liang's expression changed: "Liu... Liu Changsheng!"