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  Some of the scholars were studying how to write a statement, while others were comforting the crying lotus flowers. Chen Yuan was thinking about some questions, he just couldn't understand who Yang Zhuang had offended? Who could make the local ruffians and the government officials join forces to deal with such an honest man? He knew that only by solving this problem could the mystery be solved, and he could see through the plot.

  At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed into the Yue Lai Inn. The scholars were all somewhat astonished, and this group of people holding wooden sticks didn't look like good people. One of the scholars who was bolder stepped forward and asked: "Who are you looking for? What do you want to do?"

  There were more than twenty people in that group. The one wearing a green martial arts uniform was the leader. He looked around at the scholars and asked, "Who is Chen Shimei?"

  No one answered him, but all eyes turned to Chen Yuan.

  The leader of the group followed the gaze of the crowd to Chen Yuan, whose eyes were very sharp and knew at a glance that these people had come to beat him up. Without waiting for the other party to make a move, he picked up the teapot on the table with one hand and threw it fiercely towards the door.

  The two rascals at the door dodged to the side, and Chen Yuan suddenly sprinted onto the street, spreading his legs apart, without caring about direction, and ran rapidly forward.

  The thugs rushed out and chased after him closely. Fortunately, Chen Shimei had been exercising by pushing a cart for several days, otherwise he would not have been able to escape if he were still his old self. It was also fortunate that there were no skilled martial artists among those people.

  Chen Yuan ran ahead with his legs spread wide, while a group of thugs behind him, carrying wooden sticks, chased after him and shouted: "Halt! You little brat, if you don't stop, Grandpa will beat you to death!"

  Chen Yuan thought to himself, "Are they kidding me?!"

  Inside the Yue Lai Inn, the leader didn't immediately chase them out, but instead used a wooden stick to point at the group of scholars: "You all listen up, don't stir up trouble! Whoever dares to take one step out of this inn, I guarantee I'll beat him into that Chen Shi Mei!"

  The scholars were as silent as cicadas in winter, none of them dared to speak. Some timid ones even had their legs trembling with fear. The man shouted at three rascals beside him: "You three, smash that wine shop for me!" After looking at the faces of the scholars, he felt satisfied and went after Chen Yuan.

  Chen Shimei's body was really not up to par, and after running for only two days, Chen Yuan felt his legs cramping. The pursuing soldiers were getting closer and closer, and judging from the situation, he would be caught soon.

  Chen Yuan was so anxious that he ran while shouting with his mouth open: "Save me! Save me!"

  People on the street dodged him as if he were a plague, and Chen Yuan ran for a while until he couldn't run anymore. A firewood carrier came from ahead, possibly with poor legs, walking unsteadily, and Chen Yuan was too weak to dodge, so he was knocked to the ground.

  Those thugs saw Chen Yuan fall, ran over a few steps, each holding the wooden stick in their hands, looking at Chen Yuan like a cat watching a mouse that had fallen into its paws: "Hehe, kid, run again! Get up and run again!"

  Just as Chen Yuan was preparing to welcome the wooden stick, what welcomed him instead were two bundles of firewood!

  The firewood-carrying woodcutter put the firewood in front of Chen Yuan, pulled out the axe from his shoulder pole, shook his hair and stood in front of Chen Yuan, blocking the way for those thugs.

  The gangsters were stunned for a moment, because although the woodcutter was lame in one leg, his head, face, and eyes gave people an unfathomable feeling. Especially the way he held the knife, it was clearly that of a chivalrous swordsman!

  Chen Yuan raised his head to look at the woodcutter's back, and just as he was wondering, the woodcutter said: "Sir, don't be alarmed, Han Qi is here!"

  The machete was slanted towards the ground, Han Qi's hair was still in that style, one eye was covered by a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead, only one eye was staring at those thugs, with a cold gaze. When looking directly into that one eye, a chill would rise up from the depths of one's heart.

  Han Qi's mouth corners twitched upwards, revealing a scornful smile. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke in a voice that wasn't loud but was heard clearly by everyone: "Who goes first? Or do we all go together?"

  With an overbearing attitude and words to match, those thugs exchanged a glance, and finally the man in green stepped forward, clasped his fists together and said: "Hero, could you please state your name?"

  Han Qi let out a soft sigh, with an impatient look on her face: "I said so, Han Qi."

  The man in green was apparently searching his mind for an impression of the name Han Qi. After a moment, the man in green really didn't know what kind of background Han Qi had. However, looking at that demeanor, one person facing so many people on this side, still so calm and composed, absolutely not an ordinary character, so he intentionally said a few polite words to step down.

  After all, when Ling Zheng invited them, he only gave them fifteen taels of silver and just asked them to fight a scholar. Now they are facing a possible Jianghu master, let alone fifteen taels, even one hundred and fifty taels, they have to consider whether they have lives to spend first.

  The man in the green robe thought for a moment and then nodded, cupping his fists: "Alright, since the hero has appeared today, we brothers should also give him some face. This matter ends here!"

  Having said that, he turned around and prepared to leave with his subordinates.

  Han Qi saw that things had settled down and turned around to look at Chen Yuan: "Sir, are you alright?"

  The lame leg slowly took a step forward, and unexpectedly stepped on a piece of firewood that was placed on top of a brick. Han Qi's foot happened to land on the end of the wood that was suspended in mid-air, and with one kick, he sent the wood flying towards the man in green clothes.

  The man in the green robe had turned to leave, but after taking only two steps, he was suddenly struck on the back of his head by a piece of wood. Although it didn't hurt, it left him stunned and standing there.

  As he turned around, Han Qi was also looking at him.

  A brother next to him whispered: "Big brother, he's going to hit."

  The man in green clothes spat fiercely: "Damn it, I'm giving face, and you really think I'm afraid? Brothers, hit me!"

  When he turned around and rushed up, the man in green had already made preparations to be killed by Han Qi. In his opinion, there was also a master like Han Qi with such momentum, and he couldn't deal with it at all.

  Who would have thought that as soon as he made a move, he suddenly found out that the situation was not what he had expected. Han Qi only managed to resist for two moments before being knocked to the ground by a group of thugs.

  Han Qi's hair was disheveled, his chopper had fallen off, and he no longer looked intimidating. He was now rolling around on the ground, clutching his head: "Ahh, ahh! Stop hitting me, big brothers, please stop!"

  The man in green was furious, it turned out to be an embroidered pillow, and he had been scared for half a day. If he hadn't rushed over just now, he would have really been fooled by him!

  On the other side, Chen Yuan's face also changed, and he was filled with regret in his heart. If only he had known earlier that Han Qi was a useless person, he should have slipped away just now, but now it's too late, and he can't escape anymore.

  The man in the green robe hit Han Qi for a while, and his target finally locked onto Chen Yuan again. He walked over with a smile: "Little kid, you almost got away. What else do you have to say?"

  Chen Yuan, what can you say at this time? He stood up with his hands spread out: "Brother, I didn't offend you, did I? Whatever it is, let's talk it over properly. At the very least, shouldn't you let your brother understand?"

  That man shook his head: "I also received fifteen taels of silver from someone, and came to beat him up. Don't worry, we don't have any grudges, I won't hit too hard."

  Chen Yuan immediately said: "Wait! I'll give thirty taels of silver, what do you say?"

  That man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Alright, I can help beat him up. But still can't run away, I took the silver and have to do things. Let's knock him down first, then go beat him up, isn't that earning 45 taels?"

  Chen Yuan smiled wryly: "Still quite credible."

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