What Great Lin, what law?
"What a lackey!"
Zhao Qing mocked.
Lang Po's eyes turned bloodshot. Without another word, he drew his sword and aimed it at Zhao Qing!
But Zhao Qing's reflexes were impeccable. He dodged the incoming sword with perfect precision, and did not forget to counterattack with his fists.
The two of them clashed!
The bandits knew that their Second-In-Command was powerful, and were not worried at all. Instead, they began to make a ruckus.
Those who beat tables!
Those who drank and watched!
Those who stabbed the ground with knives!
There were all sorts of noises!
While the underground commotion was going on, Da Chui and Tie San, who had been hiding on the second floor, took the opportunity to slip down.
Tie San pulled Da Chui along, asking, "Da Chui, Second-In-Command's men are fighting."
"I know. Let's quickly escape and find First Master. We'll have him avenge us."
"Mm, they've killed so many of our men. We must avenge them. I hope Second-In-Command kills them all, then we won't have to do anything."
"Nonsense, this is our Gaoshan Gang's revenge. We'll be the ones to avenge them."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The two of them crouched down, sneaking out of the inn when no one was looking.
On the other side —
Zhao Qing and Lang Po were fighting fiercely!
But Zhao Qing was obviously much stronger than Lang Po, and his attacks were much more vicious.
After a few dozen moves, Lang Po was at a disadvantage. Just as he was about to thrust his sword forward, his wrist was struck by a powerful force. He lost all strength, and his sword was snatched away by Zhao Qing.
Before Lang Po could react, the sword was already at his neck.
The guards behind him immediately drew their swords and stepped forward.
Zhao Qing flicked his sword against Lang Po's neck. His eyes, which were filled with hostility and laziness, were vaguely buried under his scattered hair.
"If you dare make a move, I'll kill him!"
The guards could only stand where they were, sheathing their swords.
Zhao Qing turned to Lang Po. "If you want to live, take your men and scram. I can't stand a lackey like you!"
Lang Po was also a stubborn person.
"If you want to kill me, then kill me."
"You think I don't dare?"
"What do you bandits not dare to do? However, the imperial court will send people to kill you sooner or later. "
Lang Po's words elicited a burst of laughter from the crowd.
It was clear that they did not fear the Imperial Court at all.
Zhao Qing sneered, "The Imperial Court doesn't care about this. Here, I am the king."
Suddenly —
"King?"
The man's deep voice came from the second floor.
Everyone shifted their gazes over!
Jing Rong had already walked over. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his brocade robe made of fine satin seemed to carry a gust of wind.
The surrounding people looked at each other. Where did this seed come from?
Zhao Qing met his gaze. Unknowingly, they were competing against each other.
The next moment, Jing Rong used his index and middle fingers to lift the sword on Lang Po's neck. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he flicked the sword away.
It looked like he didn't use much strength, but Zhao Qing's palm was clearly imbued with Jing Rong's strength. He loosened his grip and the sword was easily deflected.
The sword spun 180 degrees in the air. The hilt was in front of Lang Po, and he grasped it.
"Stand down," Jing Rong said.
Lang Po held the sword and retreated to the side.
Zhao Qing and Jing Rong stood opposite each other.
Silence fell over the crowd.
Jing Rong said, "The one who can be called king in this world is the reigning Qi Zhen Emperor, not you."
"…" Zhao Qing was speechless.
"Shanhuai County is not far from the capital. The imperial court did not send people to exterminate the bandits not because they don't care or are afraid, but because this place is a strategic location. If anything goes wrong, the people of the capital and Shanhuai County will be implicated. But if you hurt my men today, I guarantee that none of you will leave this place alive."
If anyone else had said this, they would have been scorned. But Jing Rong's words were different.
Zhao Qing looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. "I don't understand your scholarly words. What Great Lin? What law? Nothing here."
"I'll give you a quarter of an hour to leave this place. Don't disturb the peace of others."
"Then, what if I don't leave?"
How arrogant!
Jing Rong was not in a hurry. He looked around, then asked, "The Gaoshan Gang has a First Master and Second Master, divided into two factions. The First Master's men should be several times more than the Second Master's, right?"
Hmm?
"What are you trying to say?"
"Today, the First Master of your Gaoshan Gang sent men to rob passersby. Thirty to forty people died near the main road, right?"
Ugh!
Jing Rong purposely brought it up.
Zhao Qing was no fool. Of course he understood what Jing Rong meant.
"So, those people were killed by you."
"That's right. If I were you, I would immediately take my men and leave, lest you end up like those people."
Zhao Qing narrowed his eyes.
After a moment's thought, he laughed. "Are you threatening me?"
"That depends on how you interpret it."
Zhao Qing threw his head back and laughed. He took a few steps back and picked up a bowl of wine from the table, taking a big gulp.
Then, he smashed the empty bowl on the ground.
Bang!
Zhao Qing sighed with disdain. "Who would have thought that in just a year, the Gaoshan Gang under Zhao Huai's command couldn't even handle your lackeys. Thirty to forty people were all killed by you. What a bunch of alarm clocks."
Jing Rong glared at him.
Zhao Qing snorted. He pointed a finger at himself, cocked his head, and began to provoke him.
"But my men are not cowards. This place is mine. If anyone wants to leave, it should be you. But now … I'm afraid you won't be able to leave either."
Jing Rong said, "I gave you a chance."
"Yes, I gave you a chance."
Both groups of men were getting restless.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Ji Yunshu pushed open the door to her room and saw the scene below.
If this were to continue, then it would be hard to avoid a storm of blood and carnage in this inn.
At this moment, the innkeeper and the waiter hid on the second floor.
"Come here," Ji Yunshu said.
Hearing the summons, the innkeeper quickly tiptoed over.
"What orders does Young Master have?"
"Who are those people?"
"Young Master, please don't ask. Let's go in quickly." His voice was very low, as if he was afraid that the people below would hear.
Ji Yunshu was stubborn. "Who are they?"
The innkeeper sighed and became depressed. "Those people are mountain bandits, notorious tyrants in this area. All these years, many merchants have been robbed by them. Although this place is connected to the official road, they are still as savage as ever. My inn has become a place to provide them with food and drinks. They come here every few days. As time goes by, my inn's business has dwindled. If this continues, I don't know how my family will survive."
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