Chapter 882: First Volume, Chapter 882: The King of Hell Is Easy to Deal With, But the Little Ghosts Are Hard to Handle

First Volume, Chapter 882: The King of Hell Is Easy to Deal With, But the Little Ghosts Are Hard to Handle

Several hired thugs were certain the people inside the carriage had no power or influence and were newcomers, so they could easily control them.

Since these men were notorious ruffians in Changshui County, passersby, though furious, dared not intervene, fearing they would invite trouble upon themselves.

The forty-something coachman frowned tightly, pointing his whip at the men and snapping, "How bold of you! Do you know who's inside this carriage?"

"If you offend a noble, you'll regret it—your skins won't be enough to cover your crimes."

The thugs had only intended to extort some silver, but seeing the coachman's arrogance, they instantly flew into a rage.

Zhang Dahu grabbed the coachman's whip, snatched it away, and whipped him across the back with it.

The coachman cried out in pain, gritting his teeth, "You reckless scoundrels—you've lived too long!"

"The carriage holds a noble! Don't say I didn't warn you."

Zhang Dahu grew even more aggressive, lashing the coachman again, then seized his ankle and yanked him clean off the carriage.

"You're just a lowly driver, a nubi—why are you pretending to be a loyal servant to me?"

"Noble? Noble your grandmother! What noble would travel in this piece of junk?"

"Daring to shout at your grandfather? I think it's you who's lived too long! Boys, teach this old bastard how to behave!"

The other hired thugs grinned broadly and without hesitation began punching and kicking the coachman.

The coachman could only curl up on the ground, clutching his head, pleading desperately.

His pleas were not directed at the thugs, but at the noble inside the carriage.

"Your Excellencies, please don't get out—your servant being beaten doesn't matter… ohhh…"

"You are all of noble blood—don't let these ruffians sully your eyes… ah…"

"If anything happens to you, a hundred of my heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it."

Wang Gang, Zhang Dahu's sworn brother, was a shrewd man; hearing the coachman's cries, he glanced sideways and tugged Zhang Dahu's sleeve.

"Big Brother Hu, this coachman doesn't seem to be bluffing—if there really is a noble inside, what should we do?"

Zhang Dahu sneered, "How many nobles are there in Heaven? Of all the nobles I know, only Lord Qin shows any interest in this godforsaken place like Changshui."

"Relax—real nobles would never come to Changshui."

Hearing this, Wang Gang rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment, and still warned, "What if they're officials?"

Zhang Dahu remained utterly unconcerned: "You mean incognito inspection? Hah, brother, you're brilliant when you're sharp, but utterly foolish when you're dim."

"Real high officials would never come to Changshui—don't they have enough state affairs to keep them busy?"

"If they're minor officials, all crows are black—the lower the rank, the bigger the show."

"Brother, we owe the Baosu so much money—if we don't pull off a big score, even selling our wives won't cover it."

Thinking of the five taels of silver debt he carried, Wang Gang clenched his teeth.

He turned to the carriage and barked to the others, "Pull back the curtain—I want to see who this noble really is!"

A sly-looking hired thug, already impatient, tore the curtain away in one swift motion.

The previously noisy scene fell instantly silent.

The hired thugs stared blankly at the carriage, utterly stunned.

Inside the carriage sat four women, each more beautiful than a Celestial Immortal!

The woman seated deepest inside wore a long white fur robe, her black hair coiled high, adorned with a golden pearl dangling hairpin, her hands tucked inside fox-fur sleeves, her eyebrows like crescent moons, her eyes like sleeping phoenixes—exquisitely beautiful to the bone!

At this moment, this peerless Celestial Immortal gazed coldly and expressionlessly at the ruffians outside.

The women beside her were each equally breathtakingly beautiful.

To the left was another proud and cold woman, draped in a white fur cloak, wearing a jade-green long robe.

To the right were two maids, both stunning—one petite and delicate, clinging like a little bird; the other with arched eyebrows and a hostile gaze.

Zhang Dahu and the others had spent half their lives surrounded by rustic country women or gaudy prostitutes from roadside brothels—they had never seen such Celestial Immortals radiating pure nobility.

"N-noble… there really is a noble…" Zhang Dahu swallowed hard, his words stumbling from sheer awe.

Wang Gang was also speechless, stunned by the four Celestial Immortals' unearthly beauty.

Finally, a young, reckless thug shouted, "Damn! Where did these legendary beauties come from?"

That shout jolted Wang Gang out of his shock—he remembered his debt, looked again at the shabby carriage, and became certain: these four women must be destitute refugees fleeing to relatives.

After all, in these times, Crime Minister's Family Members fleeing after their lord's imprisonment were common.

In Changshui County, only four people were untouchable: Qin Feng, of course, and Chen Tian and Wu Dagui were both figures who could decide life or death.

The fourth was Wang Gang's own boss—the owner of the Yong'an Baosu!

One thing at a time: though Wang Gang and the others often helped their boss rig gambling tables to swindle gamblers, Wang Gang himself sometimes got drunk and gambled against the owner—and always lost everything, even his undergarments.

That's why Wang Gang knew his boss's methods too well—if he didn't repay his debt in full, the boss would make him beg his ancestors for mercy; there was no loyalty among these men.

Thinking of this, Wang Gang decided to take a gamble!

These four beauties could not possibly be relatives of Qin Feng or Chen Tian; as for Wu Dagui? After thinking it over, impossible—he was always flamboyant; if he had such Celestial Immortal relatives, he'd have shouted it from the rooftops, since it was a matter of great honor.

Wang Gang dared not directly attack the four Celestial Immortals in public, but his eyes locked firmly on the golden dangling hairpin atop the icy beauty's head.

If he could seize that golden dangling hairpin, he could repay his debt and become rich overnight!

Wang Gang gave a signal; Zhang Dahu immediately understood and collapsed onto the ground, howling loudly.

"Ow! I've been hit! I'm dead! I'm dead!"

Wang Gang feigned concern, pointing at the four Celestial Immortals in the carriage and snarling, "Aren't you watching where you're going? You knocked someone down and didn't even get out to check? Pay up!"

The other thugs had all seen the golden dangling hairpin on the icy beauty's head; seeing it, they all joined in, cooperating with Wang Gang and Zhang Dahu's act, shouting at the icy beauty.

"Get out of the carriage! Do you think I won't report you to the authorities?"

"Hmph, dressed so richly but riding this broken-down carriage—surely you're Crime Minister's Family Members on the run, aren't you?"