Chapter 197: Personal Plots
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The youth dressed in black had a radiant shine gleaming in his eyes as he looked at Yun Yang and said faintly, "What a good trick, Young Master Yun. Astonishing. In spite of all this, Young Master Yun, place your palm against your heart and ask yourself, do you really dare kill these people?"
Yun Yang slapped the table once he heard him speak, bellowing in anger, "What are you talking about? What do you mean that my trick is good? I’ve toiled so hard bringing them out for a night of fun; my effort still counts despite not contributing any merit? Besides, the situation they are in now is because they fought after losing money and caused a ruckus. Can you actually blame me for that?"
The youth replied coldly, "Young Master Yun should be clearer than anyone else about what really transpired! I'm only asking Young Master Yun if you really dare to get them all killed by playing them for fools!"
Yun Yang exploded in rage and said, "Do you think I wouldn't dare to? Speak another word. Just one more word and let me hear it! F*cking hell, your father can’t plot death against those on the battlefield, could it be that I can’t plot death against those in prison? Just say another word! Try me, let's see if this young master dares to kill a handful of them!"
Yun Yang’s palm landed on the table once more. "Are you trying to start a war? Which year has the Empire of Yutang not been in a war? Who the f*ck are you trying to scare?"
The youth in black sucked in a deep breath and clenched his teeth; he did not dare to say anything further.
Yun Yang, who had the upper hand of this argument, would naturally not give in so easily. He kicked the table before him away and said enraged, "F*cking hell, your father takes on the responsibility of an official and became a f*cking tour guide. Not only do I not get paid a single cent, I have to bear such uncalled for anger! It’s clearly the people from your side who are incompetent enough to lose their money, starting a fight with minimum grace and causing problems. Your father breaks his legs running back here to inform all of you and here’s someone doubting me! Oh my god… Open your eyes and just take a look. Does this world still have reason left in it? Justice is not even within one’s heart, right and wrong are forced from the mouth of others!"
Han Sanhe shut his eyes from an extreme headache he had started to experience; the initial calm façade long gone.
He was honestly sure of one thing by now – if the foreign generals continued to stay here, it wouldn't be a surprise if a few of them died simply from being the target of Yun Yang's capers.
It was better for them to leave quickly… even if they had to give up their plans…
This person was someone they could not f*cking afford to provoke.
"Never mind. This old man will think of a way," Han Sanhe said with a frown.
After he spoke, he discussed with the other old marshals for a while before all of them went to Qiu Jianhan’s residence.
They were genuinely helpless this time, they could only admit defeat to that old thing.
They could not afford to keep their stiff upper lip. If someone among those who had been caught were to die in the cell, they would be in real trouble!
The handful of them sighed while walking.
Yun Yang continued to admonish those who remained there, "You fellows tell me, is there still reason? Ah, this is so f*cked up… Tell me, why do your generals bear such a demeanor? What demeanor is this anyway? Really… F*ck me, you fellows wouldn't have made up a tour here to just to corrupt Yutang’s culture, would you? Have pity on innocent people like me who’s like a little pure white flower; I’ve only kept you all company for a few days and I’ve already got a foul mouth now…"
"Can this job still be done? Is this Yutang or Dongxuan or Tianci or Dayuan or Ziyou? It’s lawless here, everyone’s twisting the truth and mixing up facts, disregarding their conscience. Oh my god… I feel so devastated, I feel so tired…"
The generals looked speechlessly at the man who seemed to be on a rampage.
This fellow had gone too deep into his own little drama.
What a drama queen, why don't you go collect an award for it?
No one bothered replying him though. After the brutal lessons prior to this, the foreign generals understood Yun Yang’s craziness; the more one argued with him, the more worked up he would get. He would slowly play it down once no one showed any sign of concern.
"I have a headache… I'm going back to my room to lie down for a bit…"
"I have a headache too…"
"I have a stomachache…"
"I suddenly remember something I have to do…"
"What could that be? I’ll go back to my room to think about it…"
The generals stood up as if they had nothing to do with the current situation and left on their own, rolling their eyes, not even casting a glance at Yun Yang.
Behind them, Yun Yang’s endless grumbles continued, "What are these people… What bearing is this… What even… Losing bets in gambling, beating people up and being caught, how humiliating… I acknowledge defeat. How shameless…"
Bang!
The generals slammed their doors close to block the chanting voice outside their room. Each of them hugged their heads and sighed deeply. All of them felt impossibly upset and incredulous about the whole episode.
They could not help scolding "This bastard!" but as for who they were swearing at… it depended on the person who was doing the swearing.
…
On the same night, Yun Yang turned into a soft breeze and entered the prison cells without the slightest sound.
He had gotten all these people captured for a single goal.
Yun Yang made a round through the prison soundlessly, sighing as he exited the place.
He shook his head, it was not enough; besides, it had other uses…
Why did that fellow not give him more?
…
The next morning came. When Han Sanhe and the other marshals brought the detained generals out from the prison, all of them were ashen-faced and looked dejected. Of course, the old marshals had given them an earful alongside some beatings to teach them a lesson.
Afterwards, the few of them had a discussion – if they were to go on, it might mean their deaths. It was a unanimous decision to pack up and leave.
It was then on this day that Ziyou, Dayuan, and Tianci’s people went to Yun Yang swiftly to bid their farewell. Although they really did not want to meet this bastard, he was responsible for their Blood of the Hero.
Yun Yang nodded his head vigorously at that, patting his chest. "Leave it all to me!"
When the generals left, Yun Yang accepted payment for fifty thousand pots of wine while giving each country ten thousand pots to carry home.
Before Marshal Zi from the Empire of Ziyou left, Yun Yang had a secret conversation with him. When they came back, Yun Yang had something in his hands that he thrust it into his robe; some kind of transaction had been made.
When the militants exited the city door, they were greeted with hundreds of thousands of contemptible glares all along their way, while all sorts of whispers and mutters filled their ears.
"See that, it’s from Dayuan. Psh, I heard that he’s either a lecherous creep or a seasoned casino thug…"
"I heard that they didn’t come for Marshal Tie’s wedding this time but just for the prostitutes!"
"Even if it’s not true, it’s near to it. They’re here either for sex or to gamble, none of them sincerely wishes to congratulate the marshal!"
"I also heard that they lost their wagers and got caught fighting…"
"How can those people be like that? Lecherous and gambling addicts, in addition to being sore losers… So very disgusting…"
"Are they actually generals?"
"This is probably the meaning of picking generals from a bunch of crooks!"
"This spoils the definition I have for my values…"
"Look at those people, so weak and listless… Must be from not getting their fun with the ladies!"
"F*ck! They deserve to die!"
"Right, they deserve to die!"
"F*ck off faster!"
"Don’t ever come back again!"
"We’ll beat you to death if you dare to come again!"
…
The generals exited the city gate with lowered heads… they were too embarrassed to look at anyone; they could not even defend themselves.
Their journey home resembled a pack of rats slinking away.
…
The foreign generals had all left.
Other than himself, Dongxuan’s generals had been sent home by Han Sanhe as well. They could not stay any longer, the tour guide they found was too wilful – they could not handle him.
Han Sanhe himself had stayed on at Tiantang City. Right now, the only foreign guests left in Tiantang City were Han Sanhe himself, the youth dressed in black, and eight of their guards.
Yun Yang muttered to himself. He knew that Han Sanhe must have his reasons for staying back but that was about as much as he knew. No matter how capable Yun Yang was, he would not be able to guess the real purpose of Han Sanhe’s stay without any hint or help.
Since more than a ninth of the foreign generals had left, it was only expected that Young Master Yun, as the officially appointed tour guide, had lost all meaning of his existence.
He had shed the responsibility and returned home to count his wealth.
Yun Yang had gone from a pauper to being one of the handful of millionaires in Tiantang City amidst the duration of serving these foreign generals. He had more than two hundred million silver taels in his possession, how could he not be triumphant and spirited?
To become rich at that speed, it was uncertain if there would be someone to top him in the future but it was absolutely certain that it was unprecedented.
Yun Yang smiled faintly, taking out a good jade that was purple in color and clear before tossing it to Emmie.
This was the reward Yun Yang had obtained from the deal he had made with Marshal Zi from the Empire of Ziyou before they left.
It was simple. Marshal Zi was of royal lineage, so he was naturally more influential than the other foreign marshals; he had made orders for future batches beyond the first batch of fifty thousand pots of the Blood of the Hero.
The piece of jade was a deposit to Yun Yang as well as a token of thanks.
Looking at the generals’ retreating figures, Yun Yang’s gaze was cold; a chilling murderous intent glinted across his eyes.
"Let us see when it is that you fellows will realize."
Yun Yang mumbled to himself coldly.
"After all, I am from Yutang."