Chapter 65

"Everyone says Fourth Master Chen Pi is a man of great ability, but has anyone ever wondered how he trained to become that way?"

"That nine-clawed hook was meant for catching crabs; he wasn't practicing martial arts, he was surviving! If he didn't catch crabs, he wouldn't have food to eat! And that pineapple knife he thrusts into people's ears—isn't it the same story?"

"Chen Pi A-Si’s weapons were all tools used by those at the very bottom to fill their bellies, which he eventually turned into instruments of murder. Who can you blame for that?"

"Sigh, I heard Fourth Master Chen Pi is still alive. I wonder what state the old man is in now? Can he still go tomb raiding?"

"If he could hang upside down to enter the Mirror Palace in his sixties, he must be quite robust in his nineties, right? I’m a professional folk archaeologist; if I ever had the chance to see Old Master Chen Pi tomb raid with my own eyes, it would truly be the fortune of three lifetimes!"

Zhang Lin couldn't help but click his tongue as he read.

Sure enough, there is someone who likes every kind of person in this world!

Chen Pi A-Si is a great villain, a man who kills without blinking, yet there are still people who like him and make excuses for his behavior.

However, Zhang Lin had to admit that some of what these people said made sense.

There are too many factors that influence a person's growth.

From Chen Pi’s pity for Chun Shen, killing the gang leader for a hundred coins, and slaughtering the Huang Huang Kuibang, one can see that human nature is inherently good within Chen Pi.

But in order to survive, he magnified his own evil infinitely!

Only in this way could he make others fear him, make people call him Fourth Master Chen Pi, Fourth Uncle, instead of the beggar from the ruined temple back then!

Chen Pi is a character Zhang Lin likes very much, but only within the story.

Because this person is very complex and has a strong narrative quality.

Whether it was when he was young, or when he mixed in Old Changsha and became one of the Nine Gates.

Or when he was defeated and fled to the two Guang provinces, raising a crew in Southeast Guizhou to continue tomb raiding.

This person’s life is extremely legendary, and the key is that he is a living legend!

Now that Chen Pi A-Si is auctioning the Snake-Eyed Copper Fish through the Crescent Hotel, he clearly intends to re-enter the world of the rivers and lakes.

Zhang Lin’s goal is to make this old man’s tomb-raiding career even more colorful this time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lin packed his things and prepared to go to work at Sanqing Garden.

As soon as he stepped out of the residential complex gate, he saw a Rolls-Royce parked there, with a very domineering license plate number.

Zhang Lin only took one look before withdrawing his gaze.

Unexpectedly, a driver wearing white gloves and a suit stepped out of the car and walked quickly to Zhang Lin.

"Mr. Zhang, the Young Lady asked us to take you to work."

Zhang Lin tilted his head and took a look, roughly knowing it must be someone from Yin Yin Nanfeng.

The Yin family, starting from Yin Xinyue, has always been this high-profile!

Zhang Lin said directly: "Does your Young Lady not know that Qianmen Street is a pedestrian street?"

"If I go in with this car, I’ll have to get out under the eyes of everyone and walk across a street to get to work."

"It’s really not as convenient as me taking the subway."

The driver was clearly stunned. It was his first time encountering someone who complained that a Rolls-Royce dropped them off too far away!

What kind of place does this guy work at? How is he so arrogant?

After Zhang Lin finished speaking, he walked toward the subway entrance without looking back.

At this moment, on another street, a burly, bald man witnessed this scene.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Then he said into the phone: "Tell Fourth Uncle, this storyteller seems to have a deep connection with the head of the Crescent Hotel."

After the bald man finished speaking, he got into a car, where someone was already sitting.

Once the bald man sat down, the car drove toward Qianmen Street.

The bald man looked out the window and muttered: "Lang Feng, my life as a monk is bitter. Fourth Uncle won't raid a perfectly good tomb, but insists on making us listen to storytelling?"

The driver, Lang Feng, said: "Cherish the days when you aren't going underground."

"Who knows, we might have to take a job soon. Fourth Uncle asked us to listen to the storytelling to observe this storyteller."

"Fourth Uncle said this storyteller is a tough nut to crack and might be an obstacle to our next job."

Hua Monk sneered and said: "What’s there to fear about an obstacle? Just find a place with no one around and take care of him!"

Lang Feng said: "You’d better listen to Fourth Uncle’s instructions. The old man said this person is thorny, meaning he isn't someone you or I can deal with."

Hua Monk said with some surprise: "It can't be, even you and I can't handle him?"

"I just saw that guy, he looks like a weakling, doesn't look like someone with skills."

Lang Feng drove the car with a serious face: "Don't judge a book by its cover. Just like, do you know how he knows so clearly about Fourth Uncle’s past?"

"Fourth Uncle himself said that no one knows about his time in Changbian when he was young."

"When he slaughtered the Huang Huang Kuibang four times, everyone who should have been killed was wiped out!"

"This person not only knows, but even knows what Fourth Uncle was thinking at the time. Isn't that scary?"

Hua Monk listened and also felt a bit of a chill.

After a long while, he said: "Fourth Uncle has good luck too!"

"Who would have thought that in his nineties, he could still become an internet celebrity!"