Volume 1: The Humble Face of a Lowly Person Chapter 1: How Can One Be So Humble?

  "Hey! This old woman is really talkative! Younger brother, don't worry about your older brother's affairs, focus on recovering from your injuries first."

  Zhou Luan's face changed color, seemingly having an unspoken secret but unable to say it, so he could only vent his temper on his own wife as a cover-up.

  "Big Brother Zhou, don't mention sister-in-law. I was the one who asked her myself. You saved my life but didn't give me a chance to repay you. That's not treating me like family. In that case, I'll leave immediately."

  Wen Han put on an angry face and turned to walk towards the gate. Zhou Lian hurriedly pulled Wen Han forward, saying: "Alright, alright, it was my fault. That Ma Zong is really too much!"

  Ever since my younger brother taught me that trick, the business of our gambling house has been booming. Ma Zong's eyes are hot with anger, and he secretly warns those customers who come to our gambling house not to patronize us again, or else they will be beaten up.

  "Some of the bolder and more powerful guests are still coming, ignoring Ma Zong's warning. However, those who are timid and afraid of trouble haven't shown up for several days. The casino is now relying on a few wealthy customers to keep it going, but fortunately, it's much better than before you came, younger brother. The current income of the casino is quite considerable."

  "Hmph, ignorant fool. I'll go take care of him right now."

  Wen Han got angrier the more he listened, and finally became so enraged that his anger reached new heights. Having just crossed over to the late Eastern Han dynasty, he had only managed to survive thanks to Zhou Lun's care. To Wen Han, kind-hearted Zhou Lun was like an elder brother, and anyone who dared to trouble him would be equivalent to stabbing Wen Han with a knife.

  Zhou Luan saw Wen Han wanting to find Ma Zong desperately, and hurriedly pulled Wen Han's body to persuade him: "Don't! Don't! Don't! Brother, you can't be impulsive. Ma Zong has more than 300 thugs under his command, plus his two brothers, one named Li Qiang, the other named Cheng Dong, both of whom are fierce men. Normally, ten or so people can't even get close to them, and they'll be beaten down."

  "Oh, Ma Zong has such power. Brother Zhou, you're not deceiving me, are you? If that's the case, wouldn't Ma Zong have smashed your casino long ago? Although it's offending you, I still want to say that with your abilities, Brother Zhou, you can't even rival him."

  Zhou Luan saw that Wen Han did not believe him, and hastily added: "Alas, my younger brother, you do not know. Of course, the dozen or so people under my command are no match for Ma Zong."

  But I have a sworn brother who is born with divine power, and can tear apart fierce tigers bare-handed. He's a rare enemy of ten thousand people, a true hero. With such a figure by my side, Ma Zong would not dare to lay hands on me openly. He fears that my brother will seek him out for a fight to the death and take his life.”

  "Oh, Brother Zhou's meaning is that your sworn brother is a true hero and can kill Ma Zong. But I, Wen Han, am not capable of it, and cannot kill him!"

  Wen Han was so angry after hearing Zhou Lian's words that he almost burst his lungs, and with a shock, he shook off Zhou Lian's hand and rushed towards the main street like a furious lion cub.

  When he was in the Secret Service Department, Wen Han's martial arts might not have been the most powerful, but when it came to killing techniques and methods, Wen Han was undoubtedly the first. Especially his flying knife, which was sharp and deadly, although it hadn't reached the level of "no misses", at least Wen Han had never failed to kill anyone he wanted to.

  Or to confront the enemy in such a straightforward manner is not in line with Wen Han's character. Moreover, if his adoptive father 'Li Rulong' were here, he would definitely scold Wen Han severely.

  But perhaps it's because of the transmigration, and also facing death before, Wen Han has a feeling of being reborn. When it's time to be angry or crazy, he absolutely doesn't retreat, his straight body charges forward in a straightforward manner, this is what it means to be a man.

  "Who the hell is Ma Zong, get out of here!"

  On the main street, Wen Han shouted at the top of his lungs. The county people walking on the street heard Ma Zong's name and hastily kept a distance from Wen Han, as if they had encountered a plague god.

  "Who is that, really daring, shouting Master Ma's name in Xie County."

  "I recognized him, a month ago, Zhou brought him back home from the casino. At that time, I remember he was covered in blood."

  "Oh, could it be that Zhou Gambler's gang is behind this..."

  In ancient times, people liked to add their occupation to their surname as a title. For example, Liu Biao was often referred to as "Liu Jingzhou". Of course, only those with a certain status and achievements would receive this honor. The Zhou Luan family had been running a gambling den for over ten generations and had a certain reputation in the county, so Zhou Luan received the title of "Zhou Dufen".

  At this time, a group of thugs ran over from the other side of the street. The leader was a horse-faced man, who had an air of arrogance and shouted at Wen Han: "Where did you come from, country bumpkin? Don't you know that Master Ma has three eyes? How dare you insult Master Ma, beat him to death for me!"

  Wen Han's face was cold, and he let out a disdainful hum. His body suddenly sprang into action, moving with incredible speed. The attacks from the thugs seemed slow and clumsy to Wen Han, allowing him to easily dodge them. Meanwhile, Wen Han's counterattacks were lightning-fast, sending the thugs crashing to the ground in just three or five swift moves.

  "I don't know if Master Ma has three eyes, but I do know that you will soon be beaten by me until you're covered in shit."

  Wen Han charged at Ma Chao, lifted him up with one hand and slammed him to the ground, then raised his fist and struck Ma Chao's head, causing him to cry out in agony.

  "Halt! That's Master Ma's nephew. Don't take his life!" Just then, a large group of thugs rushed over from the other side of the street, led by a bald giant, and seeing Wen Han molesting Horse Face, he couldn't help but exclaim at Horse Face's identity.

  The originally prepared Wenhan stopped his hand and heard the words afterwards. He said viciously: "Master Ma's nephew, then hit a few more punches."

  One punch landed on the horse-faced man's nose and knocked him out.

  One punch landed on the horse-faced man's mouth, and several teeth fell out.

  One punch landed on the horse-faced man's chest, and blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth!

  "Good! Good! You little scamp, you're getting too big for your britches. I'll teach you a lesson, you little rascal!" The bald giant was furious and laughing at the same time, and in his eyes, Wen Han's small frame seemed like it could be crushed with just one slap of his palm.

  Actually, Wen Han's body isn't considered short and small. He has a height of around 175 cm, with a well-proportioned physique and solid muscles inside. But compared to the giant in front of him, who is over two meters tall and weighs at least 150 kg or more, he indeed looks like a small build.

  Wen Han kicked the horse-faced man, who looked like a dead dog, to one side. After making eye contact with the bald giant, Wen Han made a gesture towards him, curling and stretching his five fingers: "Let the horses come over."

  Wen Han's action was like pouring oil into the fire of the bald giant's heart. The bald giant let out a loud roar, and like a human fighting machine, he charged towards Wen Han. He swung his massive fist, aiming at Wen Han's body, and slammed it down with a force that seemed to want to flatten Wen Han with one punch.

  Wen Han remained calm and composed, dodging the incoming attack. The giant's fist struck the ground, only shattering the stone slabs that were laid on the floor.

  "What an incredibly powerful giant."

  Wen Han secretly shouted in his heart, but his body didn't hesitate at all. He took advantage of the momentum and jumped agilely to the front of the giant, kicking one foot towards the giant's abdomen.

  The giant who was kicked showed no reaction, as if Wen Han's foot was like a scallion hitting himself. The fist was raised again and struck at Wen Han's body.

  "What a tough body. I really don't know what he ate to grow up like this."

  Wen Han didn't expect Jiao Han to be so troublesome. After dodging the incoming attack with agility, he jumped repeatedly to keep a certain distance from Jiao Han.

  "Kid, you're not bad. Just a bit weak, state your name. I'm Li Qiang, no killing without knowing the opponent's name." The bald giant in front of him was actually one of Ma Zong's two top strongmen, Li Qiang.

  You think I'm weak? You know, in normal times, one kick of mine can at least break a thin pine tree. It seems that the ancient history's description of those giants being able to uproot a thick willow tree is not exaggerated at all.

  Wen Han's face was cold and he said lightly: "Wen Han, Wen Bu Fan."

  "Hum, not ordinary? What a bold name! I don't even have a character, and you dare to give yourself one. Do you think you're some kind of noble from Luoyang? When Wen Han reported his name, Li Qiang seemed somewhat apprehensive. Because during the Eastern Han period, only people with status would have a courtesy name, ordinary commoners generally wouldn't have one, unless they were powerful and had someone bestow it upon them."

  This was ancient times, above bureaucracy, people were divided into three six nine classes. The underclass without power or influence, even if they had ability, often did not dare to offend their superiors.

  "My fate is not determined by heaven. Are kings and nobles born of a different breed? I am not ordinary, I should not be ordinary in this world, why should I humble myself before others?"

  Wen Hanhao said with a majestic aura, his eyes fixed on Li Qiang, the momentum he emitted made Li Qiang dare not face him for a moment.

  "What a great saying! I should not be ordinary in the world, why should I humble myself in front of others! My younger brother, you have great talent! Your words are like a wake-up call, and at this moment, my whole body is burning with passion, no longer willing to humble myself in front of others!"

  At this time, Zhou Lian, who had just caught up, heard Wen Han's words and couldn't help but applaud and praise!

  "What a pity! If it were in peacetime, I would definitely get drunk with you. Young man, as long as you are willing to surrender and submit to Master Ma, I guarantee that your life will be spared. What do you say?"

  Because of one remark, Li Qiang seemed to have gained an appreciation for Wen Han.

  Wen Han walked silently to one side, grabbed ten hairpins from a vendor selling hairpins, and then walked back under the gaze of the crowd.

  "I'll make a bet with you, are you brave enough to accept it?"

  Wen Han's heart was filled with a plan, wanting to capture this giant in front of him.

  "What's there to be afraid of?" Li Qiang didn't know what kind of trick Wen Han wanted to play, but based on the situation earlier, Wen Han's attack was not threatening to him at all. As for Li Qiang in Yexian County, apart from two people who were worthy of caution, he really wasn't afraid of anyone else. One was Ma Zong, Master Ma. The other was Zhou Long's sworn brother.

  "Alright! Let's make a bet. I'll try to defeat you within ten moves. If you can still stand after ten moves, then I lose. If I lose, I'll become your follower. And if you lose, you'll become my follower. Are you up for it?"

  Wen Han gave Li Qiang a contemptuous smile, and Zhou Ling, who was beside him, wanted to stop him, but swallowed the words that were about to come out under Wen Han's gaze.