# Chapter 929: I! Zhang San! Outlaw!
No sooner had he taken two steps than Zhang San paused, turned around, and instructed, "Watch closely!"
Jiangnan and the others nodded repeatedly, looking on with anticipation.
Xiong Er: ୧(٥･᷄㉨･᷅) "What's his name again?"
Zhang San ground his teeth and strode purposefully toward the Chen family's camp.
Liu Mang snickered, "Just watch. Zhang San's reputation as an outlaw isn't for nothing!"
"With that passive talent of zero presence, his moves are pure chaos."
There was still some time before the Void Sea space gate opened. Chen An and his group had brought quite a few people and were already starting a fire to cook a meal.
After all, once they entered the Void Sea, they wouldn't have such leisure.
Sure enough, Zhang San walked right up to their campfire.
And for his arrival, everyone in the Chen family just went about their business, completely oblivious.
Looking at the bubbling cauldron of stew,
Zhang San: "Hmph—pfft! Hmph, pfft! Hmph—pfft pfft pfft~"
(๐•̀3•́)₎₎̊.`.♨
Like a human phlegm machine, he frantically spat into their pot.
Chen Biao, who was in charge of cooking, didn't notice at all. He kept cutting potatoes and adding vermicelli to the pot.
For three full minutes, he spat over three hundred times, even managing to thicken their broth.
By now, Jiangnan and the others were stunned. You're really ruthless!
Spitting over three hundred times into their pot right in front of them?
The soup's consistency changed entirely!
Zhang San seemed tired from spitting, so he started picking his nose.
♨•๛ก(｡◔ก◔ิ) Flick~
And that wasn't all. Right in front of them, he pulled off his sock, stuffed two handfuls of sand into it, and tossed it into the pot with a *plop*.
Jiangnan and the others covered their faces. What must that soup taste like now?
After all this, Chen Biao still hadn't noticed anything unusual, treating Zhang San as background noise.
Zhang San craned his neck to look at the guy's chest pocket, didn't even bother hiding it, and pulled out his phone and wallet.
With the phone in hand, he frantically typed in wrong passwords.
He managed to lock it for 365 hours before the next unlock attempt.
Then he opened the wallet, pulled out the stack of cash, and casually stuffed it into his own pocket.
Next, he snapped all the cards—ID, bank cards—in half and put them back in their slots.
Then he tucked the phone and wallet back into the guy's chest pocket.
After that, he moved on to the next person, repeating the whole routine like a ghost.
Jiangnan and the others all covered their faces.
What kind of shady moves are these? I hereby dub you the Ultimate Bamboo Shooter!
Stealing someone's money so brazenly? I've never seen anything like it!
Do you know you're committing a crime?
And he still got ignored? That passive talent of zero presence is absolutely insane!
If Jiangnan hadn't focused all his attention on tracking Zhang San, he might have lost sight of him too.
"Good thing Zhang San joined the Dragon Abyss. Otherwise, with robbing houses, stealing, murder, and arson, they'd never catch him."
After a full round, Zhang San's pockets were overflowing with cash.
So he went back to Jiangnan and handed him the wad of money.
"Here—confiscated!"
Σ(٥°△°)つ[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅͡°ʖ̫͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]
Holding the illicit cash, Jiangnan swallowed hard. Doesn't that make me an accomplice?
Just then, someone from the Chen family exclaimed, "Whoa? Where's my money? Check yours too?"
"Shit—mine's gone too! All my cards are snapped in half! Who did this?"
"Can they be any more vicious? They even broke my black card for the foot spa?"
"Phone! My phone's locked too! This is inhuman!"
Chen An and Chen Dao Er's faces darkened. Everyone's gaze fell on Jiangnan, eyes red with fury.
Jiangnan, sitting on the engine hood, froze—because he was holding a thick stack of stolen cash right in his hands.
Both witness and evidence were right there.
Chen An glared: "Damn you, Jiangnan! Did you use your space wormhole to do this?"
"Besides you, the space user here, no one else could pull this off easily!"
"This is deliberate revenge! You're so petty. Do you think we don't dare touch you?"
[From Chen An: Resentment +1000]
Jiangnan: (▀̿ㅂ▀̿٥)...
Zhang San! You just pulled down my pants and stuffed yellow mud into my pockets!
In just a short while, you've committed poisoning, theft, property damage, and framing!
I've always been the one to pass the buck to others—never thought I'd be the one left holding the bag!
The real culprit is standing right in front of you! Are you blind?
Zhang San: (๑◔ε◔ิ๑)
But Chen An and his group didn't see Zhang San at all.
Now Jiangnan finally understood what it meant to be an outlaw. You're truly unhinged!
Even wearing my invisibility cloak isn't as shady as you.
He puffed out his chest: "Yeah, I took it. So what? You gonna bite me?"
Chen An's eyes bulged: "I'll—"
Before he could finish, Jin Hao stood up abruptly: "What do you think you're doing?"
He was inwardly stunned. Wasn't the Chen family supposed to just play the bad guy once? Were they getting carried away?
Chen Dao Er pressed down on Chen An's shoulder: "Hold it. We'll deal with this once we're inside. Let's eat first."
[From Chen An: Resentment +1000]
A bunch of forest guards cursed under their breath as they grabbed their mess tins and headed to the cauldron for soup.
Zhang San, meanwhile, smirked and wandered back over, pulling out a dagger and waving it around near Chen Dao Er, scheming about something.
Everyone sat around the campfire with their bowls, eating heartily.
"Hey, doesn't this stew taste a bit off? Kind of sour? Chen Biao, did you add some old pickled cabbage?"
Chen Biao scratched his head: "No... I didn't. We didn't bring any pickled cabbage."
Chen Dao Er waved dismissively: "When you're out in the wild, who's picky? I think it has a nice fresh kick to it."
Since Chen Dao Er said that, everyone chimed in.
"Yeah, Xiao Biao's cooking is good. That thickening was spot on. The silky, rich broth is really nicely done."
"Oh, and there are weird-tasting beans? Salty? Not bad, not bad."
Jiangnan rolled his eyes as he listened to their conversation.
You people have seriously heavy tastes.
Chen Dao Er was chewing when suddenly there was a crunch. He frowned.
He spat out a large grain of sand, broken in two, and his face darkened.
"Xiao Biao! I praise you, and you let me down? How did sand get in here?"
Chen Biao's face paled: "Uh... there's a lot of wind and sand. Maybe it blew in? I didn't notice. Sorry..."
Chen Dao Er waved: "No... No problem. Just be more careful next time."
He took his chopsticks and poked around in his bowl, looking for some cabbage at the bottom.
Suddenly, Chen Dao Er felt his chopsticks hit something—a resistance.
His eyes lit up. Oh? Such a big piece of cabbage?
These young ones sure know how to treat their elders, giving me a big piece.
So he fished it out with his chopsticks.
A torn, yellowed white sock was lifted out of his bowl.
Sand flowed out through the tears, falling in streams back into the bowl.
The air in the camp froze. Everyone stared in horror at the original-flavor sock Chen Dao Er had just fished out.
Suddenly, the cabbage and potato pieces in their mouths didn't taste so good anymore.
Chen Dao Er's face turned green: "So this wind is really something—it even blew a sock into the pot?"
At once, the forest guards turned away and started retching violently, shooting murderous glares at Chen Biao.
Chen Biao was stunned too.
How did a sock get into the pot?
Chen Dao Er was furious. He threw his bowl to the ground and stood up abruptly from his stool.
"How the hell did you cook? Beat him up!"
But at the same time, a harsh tearing sound rang out.
Zhang San had been fiddling around near Chen Dao Er for a while, using his dagger to cut several small slits in the back of Chen Dao Er's tactical pants, then hooked them onto the camping stool.
As Chen Dao Er stood up abruptly, Zhang San held the camping stool in place.
This tore off the entire fabric from the back of Chen Dao Er's pants.
Revealing a pair of red shorts. A cool breeze brushed his rear.
Chen Dao Er froze. He turned around and saw—even though Zhang San was squatting by the stool without moving—
He still didn't notice Zhang San at all. He only saw that his pants had been torn by the stool.
When he turned, all the forest guards saw Chen Dao Er's red shorts.
Their faces tightened, using every ounce of control to suppress their laughter.
They absolutely could not laugh out loud, or they'd never live it down.
Chen An looked awkward: "Second Uncle, is this your zodiac year?"
Chen Dao Er, face dark: "Mm. Year of the Ox."
At that moment, Zi Yuan was laughing hysterically.
ꉂꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅✿)༡л̵ʱªʱª
"Ah hahaha! That felt so good! Zhang San is really a piece of work. Red shorts of all—mm? Red shorts? Red..."
Everyone jolted. Their gazes turned toward Jiangnan.
At this moment, Jiangnan's eyes were bloodshot, fixed unblinkingly on Chen Dao Er's rear.
Jiang the Mad Ox had arrived!
"Hey! Don't—"
But it was too late. Jiangnan teleported in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared behind Chen Dao Er.
Blood Incineration—all seven gates fully open. He even used Glazed Armor.
Black light surged from his two sharp horns. Without hesitation, he rammed them straight into Chen Dao Er's hindquarters.
Chen An's eyes bulged: "Second Uncle! Watch out!"
Chen Dao Er frowned: "Mm? Watch out for wh—"
Jiang the Mad Ox: "Go fuck your second uncle!"
The forced knockback effect of the horns erupted. Chen Dao Er felt sharp pain in both cheeks of his rear.
And then he was sent flying.
╰(ꐦ°᷄益°᷅)╯=͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞ጿ Aah~
[From Chen Dao Er: Resentment +1000]
Zhang San was dumbfounded.
Jiang the Mad Ox actually made a move directly?
No—made a move with his horns?
True "move and horn"?!
That's a Starlight III!