[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-217":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290515,4478,"Chapter 217: Knock on the Door (This Chapter is High-Octane)","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-217",217,"\u003Cp>Li Banfeng feared someone might strike from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who needed a crowbar just to move a rock down a cliff—could such a person climb down a seventy-meter cliff to kill a third-layer Zhai Xiu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected someone in Tiemenbao had killed Lao Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Hu refused to pay and wanted to fight the bandits of Feiyingshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was old, had been in Tiemenbao longer than anyone else—even longer than the fortress lord—and such a man was an easy target for the fortress lord to eliminate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Hu is dead now—who’s next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Li Banfeng’s view, the next one should be Wu Yongchao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao also favored resistance, and his cultivation base was high—clearly a threat to the fortress lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Li Banfeng attribute all the suspicious points to the fortress lord?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, in Li Banfeng’s eyes, the most suspicious person right now was the fortress lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An eighth-layer Zhai Xiu couldn’t stop bandits from breaking in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either his cultivation was fake, or he was colluding with the bandits to oppress these honest folk together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng repeatedly warned: “Before you hear me knock, don’t open the door under any circumstances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhai Spirit reminded him: “Child, listen to him. As long as you stay inside the house, those bastards won’t dare touch you—even if they truly come, we’ll fight them together, you and me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao thought Li Banfeng couldn’t hear the Zhai Spirit, but Li Banfeng heard every word clearly—he possessed the Skill of Perceiving Spiritual Sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This honest man had good fortune indeed: he met a good Zhai Spirit, and he met a good “Huo Lang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng prepared to leave, but Wu Yongchao stopped him: “Don’t go out—stay here with me. If the fortress lord finds out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng smiled: “You leave a stranger to stay in your house without consulting your Zhai Spirit? That’s a bad habit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a way to keep the fortress lord from knowing. Remember this: when you hear me knock, open the door for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the fortress lord were truly an eighth-layer Zhai Xiu, I’d already been exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the fortress lord’s cultivation isn’t too high, I’ll play with him properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At three a.m., Li Banfeng took his sickle and, relying on his Lv Xiu’s agility, climbed up the cliff face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer cliff was hard to scale; his hands bled from the friction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine gourd whispered in his ear: “Young brother, are you really going to get involved in this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Li Banfeng answered bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These honest folk won’t necessarily be useful to you in the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It has nothing to do with usefulness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng reached the platform, rested briefly in his Personal Dwelling, and returned to the platform just before six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were already there: eleven in total—ten laborers and one foreman, all carefully preparing rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Banfeng, the foreman jumped in fright and whispered: “Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stopped working and glared at Li Banfeng with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng lowered his voice: “The gang sent me to check. Just keep working—don’t make a sound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foreman sized him up: “Sent by the gang? I’ve never seen you before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng frowned: “You haven’t seen me because you weren’t meant to. Why ask so many questions?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which boss do you follow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still asking?” Li Banfeng’s brow darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foreman grew nervous—Li Banfeng’s appearance was intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True enough: anyone unknown in the gang must be someone important—don’t ask casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, uh, you at least have to give your surname—we need to report to our boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One-foot Gate (Li).” Li Banfeng replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The code of “throwing vines and tracing roots”—basic underworld jargon—he understood it perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.” The foreman dared ask no more and urged his men to get back to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their task: wait until Luo Dagui finished speaking, then roll the rocks down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleven men—quite a number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking out so many at once without making too much noise worried Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing how they worked, he relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he’d expected, using shoulder poles and crowbars to move rocks meant they were almost certainly not experts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their strength alone, these men weren’t even cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng took a single step behind the foreman, clamped his left hand over his mouth, slashed his throat with his right hand, and killed him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were focused on their work; Li Banfeng killed nearly half before anyone reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thrust out his iron ruler, piercing the man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five thugs charged at him together, fighting desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng swung his twin axes, cutting them all down—dead and half-dead alike—and sent them all into his Personal Dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tidying up, Li Banfeng walked down the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At six a.m., Ma Dingfu came to knock. Wu Yongchao hid behind the door, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Wu, you’re a man—hiding like this won’t solve anything. I know you’re short on cash—tell me how much you can pay now; if it’s not enough, I’ll lend you the rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you keep hiding like this, it’s not right. Zhai Xius aren’t cowards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you truly can’t afford it, move out. Lingering here and endangering everyone’s lives isn’t what a man should do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much Ma Dingfu pleaded, Wu Yongchao refused to open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mountain ravine entrance, Sui Donglan hid among the tall grass, waiting for the “Huo Lang” to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By nearly eight a.m., the Huo Lang hadn’t come—then, WOOOO! WOOOO! The steam whistle blared, and the steam gate slammed shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trouble—bandits are coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan wanted to run, but her legs turned weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After struggling for a long while, she finally stood up—only to see over a dozen burly men approaching in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men wore thick long robes, large leather hats, and grotesque masks; they carried a wooden crate one meter high, one meter wide, and over two meters long to the valley entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan scrambled into the grass, clamped her hand over her mouth, wept silently, and felt warm liquid gushing down her pant legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the bandits of Feiyingshan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That damned Huo Lang made me wait here—and now I’ve run into them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several burly men set the crate down, opened the lid, turned a crank, and a large horn—eighty centimeters in diameter—rose from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this thing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burly men scanned the surroundings, as if checking for other witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan bit her lip, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhou, are you home?” Luo Dagui shouted through the horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice suddenly boomed from the horn, shaking Sui Donglan’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was how they shouted—no wonder the sound was so loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan remembered the Feiyingshan village massacres—each time, the voice had been this deafening, enough to scare people to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d thought it was the power of a high-level cultivator—never imagined it came from this device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urine stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan no longer felt quite so terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhou, yesterday you asked me to delay payment—I agreed. Today I didn’t kill anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we must be clear: you said ‘delay’—what does that mean? Ten thousand taels you can’t pay, but three thousand you surely can—let me take three thousand today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, all the Zhai Xius in the fortress lit up with hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a reprieve!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fortress lord is still powerful—he negotiated it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three thousand taels are manageable—ten taels per household is enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they rejoiced, they heard another shout from outside: “Brother Zhou, no reply? Then I won’t be polite anymore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t the fortress lord reply?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t he want to pay three thousand taels?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui said he wouldn’t be polite—was he about to roll rocks again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhai Xius were terrified, yet they all stayed inside their homes—even if they died from falling rocks, they wouldn’t abandon their houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Dingfu stood silently in the middle of the path, waiting for the rocks to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Zhai Xius just need beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long minutes passed—no rocks fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Dingfu was puzzled; so was Luo Dagui, standing outside the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bastards didn’t hear clearly, did they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not playing nice anymore!” he roared again; someone behind him turned a wheel on the crate, the sound louder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They waited a long time, but no stone fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui panicked—he realized something might have gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, Boss Zhou, I don’t want to spoil the peace today. Three thousand silver dollars—I’ll come tomorrow to collect them. A few days later, I’ll come back for another three thousand. If you keep stalling, we stick to the old rule: one head per day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Zhou finally spoke: “Luo Paotou, you’re ruthless. I’m afraid of you. I’ll send you three thousand silver dollars tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the home cultivators inside the fortress were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does that mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How is that ruthless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No stone fell from the cliff, no one died inside the fortress—how is that ruthless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan was also puzzled. She had always assumed Boss Zhou negotiated face-to-face with Luo Dagui, but she hadn’t seen him anywhere—only heard his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Boss Zhou shouting from inside the fortress?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s afraid to come out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s a poor show indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Donglan exhaled deeply, thinking they’d survived this ordeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding dang! Ding dang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sound of the drum, Sui Donglan wet herself again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, why is he showing up now?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng, carrying a sack and shaking a rattle drum, arrived before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush off,” Li Banfeng said seriously. “Let’s discuss this again. One head per day is too much—how about one every two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui was startled, then roared: “Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A peddler!” Li Banfeng smiled. “I see these folks in Tiemenbao are honest, don’t know how to bargain—I’ll negotiate for them. One head every two days—how’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui said nothing; his dozen or so henchmen all drew their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng grinned: “You’re silent—that means you agree. Count these heads—see how many days they cover!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped the sack to the ground; eleven severed heads spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said: “One head every two days—that’s twenty-two days. Luo Paotou, is the accounting right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui shouted: “Attack him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dozen henchmen charged Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng swung his sickle at a man’s face; the man reared back to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng twisted his wrist, slashed sideways, and cut the man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodging one strike proves this man has some cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others all seem to have some cultivation too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shouted loudly: “Open the gate! Fight them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was close to the loudspeaker; it was still picking up sound, and the fortress heard clearly—Li Banfeng was calling for the gate to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s calling for the gate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao heard it clearly inside his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The home spirit said: “He said he’d call the gate—I thought he meant our house door, but it’s the fortress gate! What do we do now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must open it for him!” That’s the home cultivator’s stubbornness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, don’t be reckless—watch out for your boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must open it for him!” Wu Yongchao rushed outside, heading straight for the boiler room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Dingfu was startled: “What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open the gate! Fight the bandits!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m telling you, this won’t do—no one opens it without the boss’s order…” Ma Dingfu quietly followed behind Wu Yongchao, clutching a dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were less than ten steps apart; Wu Yongchao suddenly turned, brandishing a paintbrush, and flicked it forward—straight into Ma Dingfu’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Dingfu clutched his chest and collapsed; the dagger slipped from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trying to ambush me!” Wu Yongchao gritted his teeth. “You’re not even worthy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s an honest man—but honesty doesn’t mean he’s a fool!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng warned him repeatedly—he couldn’t afford to be unprepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bastard, did you kill Old Hu?!” Wu Yongchao kicked Ma Dingfu; the man didn’t move—he was clearly dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao stormed into the boiler room and shouted: “Open the gate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stared at each other, confused by Wu Yongchao’s meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao didn’t explain—he rushed forward and yanked the valve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several boiler workers rushed to block him: “No—this requires the boss’s order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao and the workers began fighting inside the boiler room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the fighting grew fiercer. Li Banfeng felled two men with his sickle; two others tried to sneak up from behind—Tang Dao suddenly unsheathed, one slash, one head; another slash, another head; then turned and cut down the man charging straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every strike takes a head!” Tang Dao shrank instantly, retreating into Li Banfeng’s pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teapot spilled tea, scalding two to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine gourd sprayed mist; Li Banfeng struck a match, burning three alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pendulum struck a man’s neck, instantly draining him dry, then struck another’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of these men had cultivation beyond Level Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was a dual-Level-Four cultivator—he wiped out over a dozen henchmen in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Luo Dagui remained, calm and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impressive skill,” Luo Dagui said, adjusting his sleeve and retracting the loudspeaker—now silent. He turned to Li Banfeng: “Which path do you follow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his rattle drum: “A peddler—naturally, the peddler’s path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve never had a grudge. When I first entered the path, I even took your powder—it’s a connection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?” Li Banfeng feigned surprise. “You must’ve taken my younger brother’s powder. But tell me—what sect are you from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by your demeanor, you’re no Wu Xiu—aren’t you a Cheater Xiu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui nodded: “You’re right—I’m a Cheater Xiu, Level Seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Level Seven!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got the sect wrong—but the cultivation level right. This bastard really is Level Seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stepped back half a pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Dagui chuckled: “Friend, whether you’re senior or junior, you’ve taken enough advantage today, settled enough scores. I advise you to stop while you’re ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You keep claiming to be a peddler, but if I’m not mistaken, you’re nowhere near his level. If I truly moved against you, you couldn’t survive one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not touching you because I fear you’re truly connected to the peddlers—I don’t want to offend the real peddlers over this petty business at Tiemenbao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know the banner of Feiyingshan on this land. There’s no need to make this feud permanent. Let’s each give a little today, and call it quits. What do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oppressive aura made Li Banfeng’s hands tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could a dual-Level-Four cultivator defeat a Level Seven?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Level Fours add up to Level Eight, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nonsense! You can’t calculate it like that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he really Level Seven?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would a Level Seven cultivator bring so many weaklings to fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Banfeng pondered, he heard the steam gate groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss! Hssss! Hssss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yongchao had felled all the workers in the boiler room and opened the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gritted his teeth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the fortress were two or three hundred home cultivators—this was their own doorstep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strongest among them reached only Level Four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there a chance to win?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sighed: “Fine. Let’s each give a little today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Luo Dagui nodded, praising: “Knows when to advance, knows when to retreat—you’ll accomplish great things…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, Li Banfeng took a swift step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If home cultivators can’t even defend their own gate, what use are they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng swung his sickle at Luo Dagui’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t expect to land the blow—he only sought the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Luo Dagui is almost certainly not Level Seven. I’ll pressure him now—when the home cultivators burst out, we’ll strike from both sides and fight for…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng’s blade swept across—Luo Dagui’s head rolled off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up Luo Dagui’s head and stared at it for a long time, his thoughts swirling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this level of cultivation, how could he be a cannon leader in a mountain stronghold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are bandits’ standards really this low?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the hell did his intimidating aura come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this some kind of deceptive cultivator’s talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steam door opened, and Wu Yong stood at the threshold, watching the “peddler” nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, a group of Zhai Xiu watched the “peddler” with equal tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng raised Luo Dagui’s head and shouted to the crowd: “The cannon leader of Feiyingshan is dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhai Xiu couldn’t believe the “peddler” had killed someone from Feiyingshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t understand why the “peddler” was helping them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t even believe the head in the “peddler’s” hand was truly Luo Dagui’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their skeptical glances, Li Banfeng removed Luo Dagui’s mask: “Look closely—do you recognize him? Do you remember him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re Zhai Xiu. Whoever comes to your door must have his head taken—defend your home, that’s the dignity of a Zhai Xiu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhai Xiu were moved; many even wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng himself thought he’d spoken quite movingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman cried out: “Baozhu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What master?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re calling me Baozhu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is just too...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng felt embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yong said, voice trembling: “You killed the Baozhu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He means...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baozhu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stared at Luo Dagui’s head for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said softly: “I’m fucked...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: How could he be the Baozhu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t the Baozhu just speak to him a moment ago?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2893,"2026-06-20T03:43:16.386Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","603ec3af965033f7af3ab1da303d5cf4d234162a84c851252e5c3cad05954271","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-218","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-216",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]