Chapter 22: Nobody Move, This Is a Robbery

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They have escaped!

The moment An Wu sliced open the prison cell, the martial monk immediately sensed trouble.

In Chang’an City, where harming one another was forbidden, capturing someone typically required several people’s cooperation. Now, with over a dozen prisoners breaking free, it was impossible for just the two of them to handle the situation. The entire Anguo Temple had to mobilize to suppress this group!

He turned and struck the bronze bell on the wall with a fist. The clear, resonant chimes echoed throughout the prison. Then, the two martial monks blocked the narrow passageway together, shouting, “You won’t get out! As long as we hold this spot, not a single one of you will fly away!”

This was exactly why they had gone to such great lengths to dig out space underground to build the prison—catching one person in Chang’an might require five, but blocking a hundred only needed two!

An Wu could cut through iron bars, but he couldn’t harm them!

Soon, Anguo Temple’s gates would close, and dozens of monks would descend together to quell these cowards. The two monks only needed to hold the passage for fifteen—no, just half an hour!

But An Wu didn’t look at the monks; instead, he turned to Xue Yan and the others and said, “When we go up, we’ll draw the monks’ attention. They won’t have time for you, so you’ll have to figure out your own escape then.”

“Why didn’t you save us earlier if you had medicine?”

“Yeah, why did you just watch us starve for so many days?”

“You almost caused us to starve to death!”

“Whose subordinates are you? How can you be so indifferent to our fate?”

As soon as they left the cell, complaints erupted. Others joined in, all demanding answers from An Wu and An Liu.

Xue Yan, angered and now stronger, shouted loudly, “You ungrateful fools! It’s the bald monks of Anguo Temple who starved you, not these two! If they hadn’t saved you, you wouldn’t even know where you’d been sold!”

Immediately, a delicate noblewoman retorted, “They only saved us for credit; it’s their duty!”

“They deserve a slap in the face!”

It wasn’t Xue Yan who spoke this time but the petite Miss Yang San, who almost jumped as she said, “You just think you can say this because no one in Chang’an can touch you. When they blocked the door a few days ago, do you think it was to starve that bald monk? It was to protect us! You’re really a bunch of ungrateful beasts, not a bit—”

“Ha ha.”

An Wu suddenly laughed out loud. Everyone turned to look at him, but he kept his head bowed, muttering to himself, “There really are people who complain…”

He looked at the group and spoke strangely, “If you complain about me, I have only one answer.”

“If?” But hadn’t it already happened?

“Although I want to save you, if you suffer or even die because of my actions, I won’t care,” An Wu said calmly. “I save you simply because I am willing.”

“I don’t need your gratitude, nor will I accept your complaints. Even if you all die now, I wouldn’t mind.”

“I save you only to make this world run according to my will!”

Not only the complaining nobles but even Xue Yan and Miss Yang San were stunned by An Wu’s words.

Even the emperor wouldn’t dare speak so arrogantly.

Before anyone could respond, several objects suddenly fell inside the prison. Turning around, they saw identical triplets—or rather quintuplets—just like An Wu and An Liu.

Even as some still hurled insults at An Wu, he and his brother ignored the prisoners and went to lift the oil cans the monks had placed in the corner.

These oil cans were weapons the monks used to kill or even destroy evidence—but weapons have no master.

The monks blocking the stairway, seeing them pick up the oil cans, immediately understood their intent. When An Wu approached, they snarled, “You want to burn me with oil? Ha! Before you burn anyone, you’d better burn yourself first. Do you dare? We’ve trained specifically for this. Burn yourself once, and you’ll end up roast chicken!”

An Wu grabbed an oil can and splashed it toward the monks. Though intimidated inside, the monks remained unafraid—only flames on the human body could ignite the oil on them.

Such was the law of the main city: only by hurting oneself could one exploit a loophole to harm others.

“An Wu,” Xue Yan took off his jacket, “use our clothes as padding—”

An Wu ignored them, instead pouring oil over his right arm.

Even the monks who weren’t afraid when An Wu cut open the cell now shuddered in horror. “What are you trying to do? Think carefully! Someone will die! You can’t control fire once it spreads—”

Whoosh!

An Wu grabbed a candlestick and ignited it. His right arm instantly burst into roaring flames, the intense heat warding off anyone who dared approach!

Without An Wu even reaching out, the monks covered in oil screamed and rolled, scrambling up the passageway. An Wu followed, holding his fiery arm aloft like a torch, leading everyone out of the dark dungeon.

At this moment, even the nobles who had just loudly scolded An Wu quietly shut their mouths.

The iron door at the corridor’s end was closed and could not be opened from the inside; someone outside had to unlock it. Two monks frantically pounded on the iron door until a fat, bald monk opened it, lazily asking, “What’s the rush? You rang the bell earlier and I haven’t even scolded you yet—”

“Close the door!”

As the dungeon’s overseer, monks usually bowed and kowtowed to him, but now the monks had no time to listen. They squeezed past him, rushing out with only a single phrase left behind.

The overseer, having gotten some oil on his hand, looked down the passage just in time to see a man with a fiery hand running out.

His reflexes were quick—he slammed the iron door shut with a bang—but the fiery hand was faster, slipping through the narrow crack. The door’s weight crushed the wrist nearly to the bone, burnt flesh smeared like minced meat across the frame, pale, bloodied bone shards protruding—a pain unimaginable.

Yet!

Yet!

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