Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 112 New Identity, Rogue 3

Ma Zhan looked at his hands blankly. Although they were dirty, his fingers were long and slender.

There are no calluses on the hands, which clearly indicate a pair of hands that have not been used.

Ma Zhan, who was still confused, was chased away by the proprietress with a broom.

Ma Zhan squatted on the side of the road and scratched his head.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Ma Zhan spent an entire afternoon and finally figured out his identity.

The number one rogue in Mingsanli City, Pisaner.

Pi Saner's original surname was Pi. His ancestors were once rich, but their wealth ended with his father's generation.

Pi Saner didn't learn a lot and gradually became a social cancer in Ming Sanli City.

As the sky gradually darkened, there were noticeably fewer people on the road, and the couple who owned the bun stall were busy packing up their stall.

The boss looked at Ma Zhan who was still squatting on the side of the road and sighed deeply.

The proprietress took out two cold buns from the steamer and walked up to Ma Zhan.

"The buns are cold, so I'll just throw them away. I'll just feed them to the dog."

Ma Zhan could see that there was no commercialism in the boss lady's eyes.

There was a hint of helplessness in her tone, perhaps because she was considering the neighbors on the street. She couldn't just watch this kid starve to death.

Ma Zhan took the bun and said thank you as usual.

The proprietress was suddenly stunned. It might be because the word "thank you" coming from Pi Saner's mouth did not fit the character setting.

It could also be that the proprietress was kind-hearted, she continued.

"Pi San'er, you have hands and feet, so why can't you do some work to support yourself..."

After a few words, the proprietress shook her head.

I have said these words to Pi Saner countless times, but it's no use.

The proprietress sighed and went back to help her husband close the stall.

Ma Zhan watched the proprietress leave and sighed in his heart.

'This couple are good people...'

In fact, Ma Zhan had no intention of eating the bun. This unknown place was full of uncertainty.

What is safe and what is dangerous is still unknown.

But when he saw the busy couple running the bun stall, Ma Zhan decided that he should not let the good people down.

Just as Ma Zhan took a bite of the bun, a young man carrying a shoulder pole passed by the bun stall.

Ma Zhan, who was squatting on the side of the road, suddenly had his eyes light up. He stuffed the bun into his mouth and followed the young man.

The young man was wearing a scholar's suit, which was not something a small businessman would wear as it was too inconvenient. He was obviously a scholar.

Moreover, the shoulder pole he carried was very light, so it probably didn't contain anything for daily use.

Most importantly, this person’s dress is very similar to the one in the painting.

Ma Zhan was sure that this was definitely not a coincidence.

Following him, you can basically figure out what this place is all about.

Ma Zhan followed the young man out of the city, and the sky gradually darkened.

As the young man walked faster and faster, Ma Zhan was not familiar with the road conditions, and after following him for a while, he disappeared.

The man carrying the shoulder pole is called Li Xueyu, the man who gave up literature to go into business in the painting on the corridor ceiling.

He had just started his business and was still dressed like a scholar.

Every day he goes to the city to sell the fans he painted and the couplets he wrote, and occasionally he also helps people read and write letters.

'The wealthy Zhao family in the city is having a wedding in a few days, and they have decided that I should go and help write the wedding invitations. I paid a considerable amount of deposit today.

I was closing my stall and going home, but why was I targeted by some city hooligans? Was he trying to rob me?

In order to get rid of Pi Saner, Li Xueyu carried the shoulder pole and walked faster and faster.

Fortunately, Pi Saner didn't catch up with him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As they were about to reach home, Li Xueyu no longer walked in a hurry.

Just two miles away from home, in a patch of grass, Li Xueyu saw a beautiful woman in red.

The woman sat there, sobbing quietly.

How could there be such a beautiful woman in this place? She must be unusual.

The sage said, "When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on."

Li Xueyu wanted to go home quickly, but he considered that the bastard Pi Saner was still following him.

"What if she wants to do something bad to this young lady?"

I don't know whether it was the kindness in his heart or the beauty of the young lady that overcame his rationality, but Li Xueyu decided to take the woman in red away from here.

"My dear lady, it's getting late. I don't know where your home is or where you are going."

Li Xueyu's tone was a little nervous, and it was obvious that he was not good at chatting up strange women.

The woman in red saw Li Xueyu's nervous look, her sobbing stopped, and she turned around and laughed.

"I want to go to Dong's store, but I sprained my foot. Could you help me, sir?"

Li Xueyu was slightly puzzled. "My family lives in Dongjiadian. Whose family is this beautiful girl from?"

Just when Li Xueyu was confused, the woman winked at him and pinched him lightly.

"Um~"

Li Xueyu was almost scared out of his wits. He helped the woman in red up and walked towards Dongjia Store.

Because of Li Xueyu's delay, Ma Zhan happened to see him helping the woman in red go home.

Although Ma Zhan's body has changed, his skills have not changed.

He followed the two men to Dongjia Store.

Judging from the size of this Dongjiadian, there should be several hundred households. In the past life, it was only a village.

Ma Zhan followed the two men and when they passed through the archway with the words "Dongjia Store" written on it, he immediately stopped when the cool night breeze blew.

Ma Zhan vaguely saw the two of them entering the same house, which should be Li Xueyu's house.

'This plot seems familiar.

The fox demon seduces the scholar and either eats him or sucks him dry.'

The film and television works in his previous life reminded Ma Zhan of the danger.

He didn't care much about Li Xueyu's life or death. He was afraid that he would ruin their good fortune and be taken away by the monster.

Ma Zhan returned to Mingsanli City overnight, and the next day he was still guarding the bun stall.

As long as he doesn't cause trouble, the bun stall owner and his wife don't care about him.

It was almost noon when Li Xueyu carried his shoulder pole into the city and set up a stall next to the largest restaurant in the city to sell calligraphy.

Ma Zhan just took a quick look at Li Xueyu's condition and knew that this kid had worked very hard last night.

But you can't blame him for being incompetent. If given the opportunity, which man wouldn't work hard for a woman of the level of the woman in red?

Ma Zhan observed Li Xueyu for several days, but he didn't see any obvious changes.

Even the state of overwork was his own initiative.

Ma Zhan thought to himself, "Li Xiucai is a man who knows how to restrain himself. If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to get out of bed even if I were selling calligraphy and paintings."

Finally, on the seventh day, things took a turn for the better.

Everything was normal in Sanli City that morning. Just before noon, a red dress stunned the small town.

Every man who saw the woman in red, including Ma Zhan, stared at her for three seconds as a sign of respect.

Even the honest bun stall owner was drooling at the sight. Ma Zhan felt that this might be an opportunity.

"I'm a gangster now. If I don't do something, it won't be consistent with my gangster persona."

Ma Zhan imitated the rogue look in ancient TV dramas and staggered towards the woman in red.