Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 659 - 327_2

Chapter 659: Chapter 327_2

"Hurry up and come back with me!"

The bearded man didn’t take Fang Ziheng seriously at all and reached out to grab the little attendant student.

Fang Ziheng frowned slightly and stepped in front of the bearded man: "You’re the scoundrel Guo mentioned... the one who trafficked him?"

Two days ago, Fang Ziheng had arrived in Minzhou City and happened to see the little boy collapsed in an alley.

Upon inquiry, he learned that the boy had been abducted by human traffickers from another region, but had escaped when they let down their guard. He hadn’t eaten for days and fainted due to hunger in the alley.

Fang Ziheng decided to help him find his parents.

The bearded man squinted and sized up Fang Ziheng: "And who the f*** are you supposed to be?"

Fang Ziheng replied calmly: "Guo is my attendant student now. You have no right to take him."

The bearded man laughed and jabbed his finger into Fang Ziheng’s chest: "Kid, before you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, you’d better find out who I am first. Ever heard of the Mandala Gang?"

Mandala Gang?

The surrounding crowd paled at the mention of the name.

Seeing that Fang Ziheng remained silent, the bearded man assumed he was scared stiff. A sneer appeared at the corner of his lips: "If you know what’s good for you, then get the hell out of my way!"

The bearded man arrogantly grabbed Fang Ziheng’s collar, intending to throw him aside.

Unexpectedly, despite his efforts, Fang Ziheng didn’t budge an inch.

The bearded man froze, then instinctively increased his strength. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Fang Ziheng remained as immovable as a mountain.

"I’ve never heard of your Mandala Gang or how mighty it claims to be,"

Fang Ziheng seized the man’s wrist, and the latter immediately let out a wail. His whole body hunched over, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his face turning a purplish shade from the intense pain.

Bang!

The bearded man was kicked and sent flying.

With a stoic expression, Fang Ziheng dusted off the wrinkles on his collar: "But I do know how to deal with beasts!"

The scene descended into utter silence.

Gazing at the bearded man lying on the ground, bleeding and immobilized, the crowd gave Fang Ziheng varied looks—admiration, anxiety, and some with schadenfreude.

Fang Ziheng held the little attendant student’s hand and handed the silver taels given to him by Jiang Shouzhong to the stunned carriage yard owner, saying: "Please pick out a smaller carriage for me."

"Ah? Oh, oh..."

Snapping out of his daze, the carriage yard owner nodded repeatedly.

When the carriage was brought over, the previously brash owner was nowhere as coarse in tone now. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn’t help but offer a warning:

"Young master, the Mandala Gang is Minzhou’s dominating force—no one dares mess with them. Especially their leader; his cultivation is rumored to be extraordinary and has some ties to the Taoist Holy Land Zhenxuan Mountain. You’d better leave quickly."

Upon hearing "Zhenxuan Mountain," Fang Ziheng’s brows furrowed briefly before his expression turned gentle with a smile:

"No worries, under the clear sky and within the court’s jurisdiction, what storm could a mere Jianghu sect stir up?"

The carriage owner hesitated but ultimately only sighed and didn’t say more.

Previously, there was a young martial heroine, newly stepping into the Jianghu, who offended the Mandala Gang while standing up for the oppressed. Two days later, she was found hanging from the city wall, stark naked, with a horrifyingly tortured corpse.

The official authority did nothing beyond collecting her body.

Even her sect came seeking justice but ended up quietly retreating, unwilling to provoke further conflict.

"Young master..."

The little attendant tugged nervously on Fang Ziheng’s sleeve.

Fang Ziheng patted the boy’s head and smiled: "Don’t worry. With me here, they won’t take you away again. I’ll return you to your parents."

The little boy clung to his arm and muttered, "I want to stay by your side, young master."

"Following me comes with no end of hardship, you know."

Fang Ziheng chuckled as he lifted the boy onto the carriage. He scanned the area but didn’t see Jiang Shouzhong anywhere. With a sigh, Fang Ziheng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect toward the empty air before heading off with the carriage.

——

Originally, Jiang Shouzhong had intended to purchase a luxurious, larger carriage. But considering it would draw too much attention and pose difficulties on the rugged mountain paths ahead, he opted for a smaller, simpler carriage instead.

With Qu Hongling, the Demon Lord, present, the chosen horse was rather intelligent, capable of navigating the roads by itself.

"Hong’er, you’ll share a carriage with Miss Tan..."

Before Jiang Shouzhong could finish, Qu Hongling pouted and interrupted unhappily: "Why does Miaomiao get to stay with you? I don’t care; I refuse!"

"Uh..."

Jiang Shouzhong paused briefly and glanced at Yelü Miaomiao.

Crossing her arms, Yelü Miaomiao scoffed coldly, "Just so you know, I’m not separating from you either."

"I’ll share a carriage with Miss Tan."

Suddenly, Dugu Luoxue spoke up.

The female master had grown increasingly uneasy about being in the same space with Jiang Shouzhong. Especially whenever she caught the faint scent radiating from him, it would churn a peculiar sense of shame deep within her.

This unsettled her greatly.

She needed distance from Jiang Shouzhong to regain her composure.

Upon reflection, pairing the female master with Miss Tan did seem reasonable. That way, he and Qu Hongling could share some intimate moments without feeling awkward.

After buying Tan Shuangshuang a new set of clothes, the group prepared to set off.

But their journey did not unfold as smoothly as planned. Before they could reach the city gates, they encountered panicked townsfolk rushing back toward them. Some even climbed onto rooftops to watch the commotion from a distance.

"Brother, what’s happening up ahead?"

Jiang Shouzhong stopped a passing merchant to ask with curiosity.

The merchant, noticing that the group appeared to be outsiders, quickly responded: "Run while you can! The Mandala Gang is out for blood! The city gates have been sealed—don’t get involved carelessly, or you might lose your life!"

The city gates are shut?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong was startled.

A local gang daring to close off the city gates? Not even an elite sect like the Wanshou Mountains and Rivers would ever act so brazenly.