Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 1324 - 48 Imitation_2

The servant who came to deliver the message took a breath of relief as he spoke.

Those officials are afraid of the flying thief.

They are afraid too.

After all, it’s rumored that these flying thieves are ruthless killers.

If they were elegant thieves, they wouldn’t mind using them as a topic of casual conversation.

"Thanks."

Dou Bao handed him a small silver coin again.

After the servant thanked him and left, Cui Long couldn’t hold back and spoke up.

"Someone is impersonating Master Mu."

The heir of the Si Hai Bang said firmly.

"Yes."

Dou Bao nodded as well.

That was her immediate feeling too.

And Jason?

He not only felt strange but also sensed something was off.

It’s like playing rock-paper-scissors in front of a mirror.

Both showing paper, yet the reflection suddenly shows scissors.

"Interesting."

Jason muttered to himself softly, then instructed Dou Bao with a couple of words before heading out.

He wanted to see what exactly this Zhao instructor was up to.

Of course, Jason didn’t leave immediately.

After exiting the courtyard, he circled around and came back.

When it comes to strangers’ words, one shouldn’t fully trust them.

What if it’s a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain?

Therefore, Jason hid outside the courtyard for a full two hours, confirming it wasn’t a trap, before heading to Zhoufu’s Yamen.

Zhoufu’s Yamen was easy to find.

The two stone lions, soldiers, and constables were very conspicuous.

The layout was similar to the Mountain City’s Yamen, only much larger.

Jason moved through the corridors, hiding in a corner.

In the hall, a banquet was being held—

"Thank you, Instructor Zhao."

A wealthy yet dignified middle-aged man raised his glass to the man opposite.

The other man was tall and robust, his demeanor cold, yet his gaze was penetrating, with a certain charm between his brows.

Jason frowned.

Although the man’s appearance only bore a thirty percent resemblance to him, his demeanor was seventy percent alike, and his tall and robust build was identical.

In fact, one could say it was exactly the same.

However, his dining manner was a complete mismatch.

Holding a wine cup, he drank.

Using chopsticks to pick dishes, slowly.

Leisurely, as if savoring.

One couldn’t discern any passion for food.

Instead, it seemed a bit pretentious.

Jason stood in the shadows, observing it all, and the conversation between the two was clearly audible to his ears.

"You’re welcome."

Instructor Zhao replied.

"What plans do you have next, Instructor Zhao?"

"If you’re willing to enlighten my son, I can offer one hundred pieces of silver coin per month, and you can live in my mansion."

The state official eagerly said.

He truly wanted to retain Zhao Hu.

Not only because Zhao Hu had helped him solve a pressing problem, but more importantly, Zhao Hu’s displayed strength during this operation had greatly astonished this official.

Absolutely a master of ’Skin Training’.

Perhaps, he might have even begun consolidating ’Qi-Blood’.

’Qi-Blood’ masters are rare in the Zhoufu.

Keeping one by his side would be of great advantage.

"Additionally, the Empire can offer cultivation techniques or secret medicine in exchange for merit."

"If you need anything, Instructor Zhao, I can help you exchange it directly."

The state official added more conditions.

But the Zhao instructor sitting opposite remained unmoved, his face calm without any extra expression even when shaking his head.

"Thank you."

"But my heart is not set on that."

Instructor Zhao apologized with clasped hands.

"Oh, then, what does Instructor Zhao wish to do?"

The state official was neither annoyed at the refusal; instead, he asked calmly.

A master of consolidating ’Qi-Blood’ deserved such respect.

"I should probably start a martial arts school."

Instructor Zhao replied.

Such a response immediately delighted the old master from Zhoufu.

Opening a martial arts school proved that this Coach Zhao would remain in Fucheng.

As long as he stays in Fucheng, it’s a good thing.

He was confident they could quickly build a close relationship.

Moreover, the old master had already planned to have his two sons join Coach Zhao’s martial arts school.

"Coach Zhao, rest assured."

"You’ve helped me so much, those rewards are far from sufficient. Leave the matters of the martial arts school to me."

As the old master spoke, he already decided not only to find the best location for Coach Zhao’s school, but to buy it outright and hand over the land deed directly to Coach Zhao.

Since he wanted to rely on the other party, such an investment was necessary.

As the old master of Zhoufu, he knew this very well.

The banquet continued, during which the Butler came in once.

By the end of the banquet, the Butler came in again.

This time, he wasn’t empty-handed, holding a box in his arms.

"Coach Zhao, here are five hundred silver coins and a two-entry courtyard facing the street on Guang Street. It’s perfect for a martial arts school, please make use of it. I’ve already sent people to clean it up; you can move in tomorrow morning."

The old master of Zhoufu said this as he pushed the box towards Coach Zhao.

Guang Street, not only connecting the east and west markets, but also being the largest and most prosperous street in Zhoufu.

Similar to the ’Martial Arts Street’ in ’Mountain City.’

Although he guessed that the old master of Zhoufu wanted to win him over, he didn’t expect the other party to invest so heavily.

A two-entry courtyard facing the street on Guang Street, in itself, was of considerable value.

And to purchase it in such a short time, even if the other party was the old master of Zhoufu, they must have paid a high price, possibly even resorting to certain means.

Thinking of this, Coach Zhao cooperatively paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Seeing Coach Zhao agree, the old master from Zhoufu smiled even more.

The banquet was cleared away.

The tea service was set up.

After some idle chat, by the time Coach Zhao left, it was already moonlight over the branches.

"Please wait, my lord."

At the doorway, Coach Zhao said.

"Coach Zhao truly won’t stay at the government office? "

The old master from Zhoufu was still trying to persuade him.

"The inn is fine. I’ve already paid for it." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Coach Zhao responded.

"Then I won’t try to keep Coach Zhao any longer. Tomorrow morning, we’ll go to the courtyard on Guang Street together."

Remarked the old master from Zhoufu.

"Alright."

Coach Zhao agreed.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the old master from Zhoufu, Coach Zhao quickly vanished into the darkness of the night.

He hadn’t lied, heading straight to an inn in the city.

His resting place was there, having prepaid for ten days.

When leaving tomorrow, he naturally needed to retrieve the extra money he’d paid.

This wasn’t his normal character.

He wasn’t concerned about such trivial money at all.

He cared about deeper things.

With the box tucked under his arm, Coach Zhao’s steps were unhurried, moving in a particular rhythm. From afar, he saw the inn’s lantern and sign, but he halted his steps.

He looked toward a shadow by the street.

"Come out."

He uttered coldly.

Immediately, a figure emerged.

Dressed in night attire, the person was thin.

"Truly worthy of Coach Zhao."

"Your skills are indeed formidable."

"However, Coach Zhao, shouldn’t you fulfill what you promised us?"

With these words, two more figures stepped out from the side.

The three didn’t stand in a line, but vaguely surrounded Coach Zhao.

"Fulfill?"

"Alright!"

Coach Zhao readily agreed, then placed the box in his hand. Immediately, the three’s gazes fixed on the box, eyes filled with greed.

Not just for the five hundred silver coins inside, but also for the promised Secret Medicine.

The latter was crucial!

Whether they could cross the ’Bone Tempering’ depended on this Secret Medicine.

Almost instinctively, the person who spoke first reached out to grab the box.

Yet, Coach Zhao intercepted with a raised hand, letting the other party grab air.

"Coach Zhao, what do you mean by this?"

The leader asked with an unfriendly tone while the two beside him placed their hands on their knife handles.

In response, Coach Zhao smiled gently.

He glanced over the trio, softly inquired—

"Nothing really, I just wanted to ask you a question. Do you think... I resemble Mu Bai?"