After getting off the carriage, Zheng Fan felt that his recent bout of wits with thin air had been utterly hilarious.
Especially the part where he and Hui Wenzu both assumed the unkempt man belonged to the other's side—one acting affable, the other cautious. It turned out the fellow was just a freeloading passerby.
But immediately, at Zheng Fan's command, Wang Duan and four other Centurions led their subordinates to scour the entire camp for the unkempt man.
The search lasted for two hours but yielded nothing. It seemed as if the unkempt man had simply feasted on half a roast chicken and then evaporated from the camp.
Zheng Fan didn't like this feeling of events spiraling out of his control, as it cast doubt on his ability to deal with Hui Wenzu later.
Feeling slightly uneasy, Zheng Fan returned to his tent.
As he lifted the tent flap, Zheng Fan was taken aback. There, right next to his bed, sat the unkempt man, chopsticks in hand, savoring a small hotpot.
