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Suddenly, a whistle rang out.
From the houses on both sides of the street, a few black-clothed men jumped down and rushed into the middle of the group of noblemen. In a flash, they scattered the group. The people of the Qinian Unit were, after all, long-time spies, and they acted with propriety. They only called out to the other side's horses, and in a moment, the youths all dismounted.
But what surprised Fan Xian and the others was that these youths did not fall to the ground. Instead, they stood awkwardly on the ground. It seemed that the martial education of the next generation in the duke's manor was quite effective.
"F * ck you! Cut them down! "
The leading youth was only about 14 years old, but his face was full of fierceness. Seeing that there were suddenly a few more people on the other side, he was not afraid. These youths had run amok in the capital for a long time. When had they ever been afraid of anyone? He held a knife in his hand and slashed at the black-clothed man closest to him. The knife was sinister and ruthless.
This subordinate of Fan Xian knew the noble status of these youths. Seeing that the other side's chest was wide open, he did not dare to hand over his knife. The other side was clearly so young. How could they use such a method of mutual destruction? He dodged to the side, but his left shoulder felt cold. He had been cut open.
The youth laughed arrogantly. "These people know who we are. They won't dare to do anything. Brothers, kill to your heart's content!"
There were many of these youths. Even an elephant could not withstand the entanglement of ants. Furthermore, the people of the Qinian Unit all knew the other side's identity, so it was not convenient for them to deal heavy blows. The youths, on the other hand, were used to running amok on the streets. They knew that the people of the court would not dare to kill them for the sake of their grandfathers. So, they used this opportunity to use mutual destruction. Furthermore, they were quite strong. For a moment, the Qinian Unit was thrown into confusion.
Although some youths were knocked unconscious by the people of the Qinian Unit and fell to the ground, the two sides were basically evenly matched.
The clanging of knives and swords rang out in the darkness of the long street. The servants holding torches also drew close. There was a little light, and their faces were full of disdain. They were not worried at all.
In the carriage, Fan Xian watched this scene, and his expression gradually darkened. He knew that the Qinian Unit was his personal bodyguard. Even if they were not as powerful as Gao Da's Tiger Guards, they were more than enough to deal with these young nobles. But these officials of the Overwatch Council had served the court for a long time, and they couldn't do anything to these damned "wandering heroes".
Although he knew that his subordinates were afraid of causing trouble for him and that the Qinian Unit would rather risk his life than let these youths lay a finger on him, he was very unhappy to see his trusted subordinates fight so vexedly and those youths being so arrogant. It was just like how he felt in his previous life when AC Milan was overturned by Liverpool!
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"Nonsense!" Fan Xian walked down from the carriage and cursed angrily. His voice was mixed with his Tyrannical zhenqi and spread throughout the battlefield on the long street.
The battle, which had been separated into several areas, was temporarily stopped by this shout. The members of the Qinian Unit took advantage of this opportunity to retreat to the side of the carriage. It was only their first encounter, but there were already two people injured. Fresh blood flowed from their bodies. For one, the Qinian Unit did not dare to be too ruthless. For another, it was because the youths were too ruthless. Each knife was stabbing toward a fatal spot.
Fan Xian looked at his subordinates. A helpless expression rose to his face. "When we were fighting the Northern Qi people, why didn't I see you all so useless?"
The subordinates lowered their heads in shame. Their chests rose and fell continuously. They were not satisfied. They thought to themselves, how could these little bastards be a match for me? But … damn, these little bastards were too ruthless. It was impossible for them to personally kill the grandsons of the Dukes. If they fought, they would be at a disadvantage.
At this time, Deng Zi Yue also got down from the carriage. His face was ashen as he watched the youths coming closer and closer. The youths were laughing arrogantly and holding their blood-stained knives. They looked at the people around the carriage like they were chickens waiting to be slaughtered.
"Sir, their identity is a bit … Don't worry, we will handle it well." Deng Zi Yue looked at Fan Xian's increasingly ugly face and explained in a low voice.
Fan Xian was so angry that he laughed and said, "Identity? I only know that they are a group of thieves who blocked the road and got themselves injured. If this gets out, people will laugh at us to death! "
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"Hey, kid, what are you talking about?" The leading noble young man had already approached the carriage on horseback, and the trace of hostility between his eyebrows was even more obvious. "Hand over the girl in your carriage, and let your useless subordinates break one of their own arms, and I'll let you go today."
Fan Xian looked at him and then turned his head.
The noble youth darkly said, "You pretty boy! I am talking to you! Hand over the girl! How dare you oppose the Baoyue Brothel? How do you want to die? Do you want to try out our newly invented giant stick punishment? "
His words were obviously obscene and insulting, and the arrogant youths roared with laughter in unison.
Fan Xian did not pay attention to the young man's exclamation. He squinted at his subordinates and continued to say, "As long as it is an enemy, you must be ruthless. It does not matter if it is an enemy outside or an enemy inside. Have you not learned this before? Did you think following me was easy, and so you gave it all back to the old cripple? "
Seeing the young man in front of the carriage ignore his question, the noble youth was angry. His anger rose, and he completely forgot what the Baoyue Brothel had told him to do. His mouth was full of profanities, and he lashed out with his horsewhip toward Fan Xian's head.
The two of them were still some distance apart, and the horsewhip was only a few feet long. It could not reach Fan Xian's head, so it was probably just a threat.
Fan Xian's eyes flashed with the shadow of the whip, and with a flash of coldness, he raised his left hand.
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"Ah!" A scream pierced the night sky!
The noble youth's horsewhip had long since fallen to the ground. He held his wrist and howled in pain. A black crossbow bolt had shot out like a ghost, piercing through his palm!
Fresh blood dripped down the youth's palm, and the surrounding youths were all dumbfounded. God! Fan Xian dared to use a crossbow bolt! He dared to use a crossbow bolt to shoot at them! Did he not know who these people were?
Although these youths had committed many crimes, and had killed many people before, they lacked respect for life. It could be said that they were cold-blooded by nature, but it was the first time they had encountered someone who dared to use such a deadly weapon to harm them. They could not help but be shocked, and a little angry.
At this moment, everyone looked at Fan Xian with a strange expression. It was as if they were looking at a dead man.
"Sir!" Deng Zi Yue was also shocked. He was afraid that the commissioner would be angered and kill all the little bastards present. If such a big thing really did happen, for the sake of the Qing court and the stability of the military, no matter how much the commissioner was favored by the emperor, he would not have a good ending!
Fan Xian slowly withdrew his left hand and released his fingers from the spring. He glanced at the youths around him, but did not respond to Deng Zi Yue's words. His indifferent gaze swept over the faces of these youths. He found that they were indeed very young. The youngest was only about 10 years old. Their young faces were filled with savagery. Although they were savagery, they were still children!
No wonder the people of the Qinian Unit had acted so slowly. He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest. Narrowing his eyes, he said to the noble youths in front of him, "Those who stand in the way will die. Who else wants to be the little arms of a praying mantis in front of the carriage?"
His sinister and terrifying black crossbow bolt only temporarily shocked the minds of these lawless youths. In just a few breaths of time, the fear in the eyes of these youths began to be overshadowed by the audacity and ruthlessness of their eyes. The noble youth who had been shot cried out, "What are you waiting for? Kill them all! Kill them all and drag them to Cang Mountain to fill in the hole! "
"Have you killed anyone before?" Fan Xian suddenly tilted his head and asked with great interest.
The noble youth paused for a moment and then cried out, "Scum like you, I will kill one every day!"
As the two of them spoke, the youths had already rushed forward, their faces full of excitement and thirst for blood. Fan Xian waved his hand to stop his subordinate from drawing his sword and preparing to kill.
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Amidst the shouting, Fan Xian stretched out his right hand with incredible speed and grabbed the wrist of the youth who was coming at him. His fingers tightened, and with a crack, the youth's wrist bone was crushed. He howled and clutched his wrist as he fell to the ground.
With a sidestep, he retreated into the arms of another youth. His hand cleverly rested on the other's forearm. Using his own shoulder as a fulcrum, he pushed down! With a crisp sound, like a red book dipped in syrup, this delicate little arm broke from the middle!
It was a beautiful roundhouse kick, but he had very treacherously lowered his leg by a foot, sweeping it across the waist of a youth who had leapt at him with a sinister expression on his face. The force of this kick was so great that the youth who had been sent flying, blood spurting from his mouth, would probably be bedridden at home for at least a few months.
Taking a step forward, Fan Xian raised his left hand and chopped down on the neck of the attacker. That person didn't even have the chance to make a sound before falling straight down.
Fan Xian was like a wandering spirit walking among these ruthless youths who were like wolves and tigers. Every now and then, he would strike down one of them. On the long street, only the sound of bones breaking could be heard. Crack crack crack crack …
The disdainful and shameless cursing of the youths had already disappeared. An atmosphere of fear, as more and more people fell, gradually spread outwards. A few youths at the outermost edge had already begun to sneak away towards the end of the long street.
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
It was like the sound of the night watchman. There was no King of Hell in this world, but the youths still felt that the sound of bones breaking was like the merciless and cold beating of a drum.
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Everyone in the Qinian Unit, including Deng Zi Yue, stared wide-eyed at the scene. Their eyes were full of admiration and respect.
Although they could also beat back these youths, they certainly wouldn't be able to do it as cleanly and efficiently as Fan Xian. His strikes were ruthless and accurate, injuring the opponents so they couldn't get up, but not taking their lives.
Shi Chanli covered his eyes and shook his head. He couldn't bear to watch this scene. Sang Wen, on the other hand, bit her lower lip. Watching Fan Xian's calm actions, she was very excited. She knew what these youths had done. She knew that these youths had harmed who knew how many people in Jingdou.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality, it was only a moment. Other than the youths who had escaped, the rest had their bones broken by Fan Xian's heavy hand. They lay wretchedly on the street. Only now did a series of wretched cries begin to ring out.
Fan Xian looked at the bleeding youths by his feet, holding their broken limbs. They could no longer be ruthless. He rubbed his newly loosened wrist with some satisfaction. It seemed that the human body structure he had learned from Sir Fei when he was young had not been completely forgotten.
Then, he told Deng Zi Yue very seriously and seriously, "In the future, don't let me act in this kind of situation … I really can't afford to lose face."
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He walked in front of the noble youth who seemed to be the leader. He smiled warmly and asked, "Which family are you from?"
This youth was indeed ruthless! He still had a crossbow in his hand. Looking at Fan Xian's sinister methods, he didn't even blink. Instead, he fiercely said, "If you have the guts, then kill me! Otherwise, just wait for your entire family to be executed! "
Fan Xian smiled and shook his finger. "First of all, I won't kill you. Second, you can't say things like 'your entire family to be executed'. Only His Majesty has the right to say such things. If you say such things again, perhaps your entire family will be executed."
He had no interest in asking this ruthless and obedient noble youth any more questions. He waved his hand and signaled for the driver to drive the carriage over.
At this moment, the servants who were holding torches and cheering for their young masters from afar, acting as numb spectators, walked over shakily. Seeing this scene, these servants didn't dare to do anything to the carriage. They only found their masters among the many injured people. They looked at the slowly moving carriage with the eyes of a big black dog.
At this time, Fan Xian and his group had already boarded the carriage. The two injured subordinates, full of shame, disappeared into the night. In the carriage, Fan Xian closed his eyes and rested, as if he hadn't acted earlier. The others in the carriage saw that he was silent and naturally didn't dare to speak.
Suddenly, Fan Xian opened his eyes and quietly said, "This is strange. For the sake of a brothel, how could they order around these bloodthirsty bastards?"
Deng Zi Yue asked, "After injuring so many young nobles, do you want to make some preparations? After all, the identity of a master cannot be hidden from many people."
Fan Xian looked at him and said, "They are just a group of nobles. There is no need to pay attention to them. The key is the person behind them."
Deng Zi Yue lowered his voice and asked, "What should we do next?"
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Tomorrow … you go to the Baoyue Brothel and take back the 10,000 liang of silver."
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