It wasn’t common to see three horses pulling a carriage along through the night as though they were running from danger. Even stranger was the fact that three carriages split into different directions.
“Zhuo Fengru is a wretched old man, yet his wife is perfect from head to toe. What a lucky old fart.”
Lady Zhuo, joined by five more people in a carriage, kept her teeth dug into her bottom lip.
“Show my mother so respect!” Zhuo Yupin guarded his mother behind him despite his words and actions provoking their kidnappers into bashing him.
Although Lady Zhuo was bitter over the fact that she was separated from her daughter whilst having to raise soone else’s son and groom him into her daughter’s husband, she always fulfilled the duties of a mother for the sake of it. That was why she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling when she saw him defending her as she reflected on the tis she held his hands to teach him to write, the tis she taught him to speak and so on.
“Pin’er, I’m fine. Don’t deign to their level.”
As criminals who only joined Miguo Branch for the benefits Lord Miguo offered, the group had no sense of discipline to speak of.
The bald man cackled. “Missy, if you don’t mind, how about alleviating our boredom.”
“Put a sock in it.” The swordsman lying with his sword in his arms separated himself from his five comrades, seemingly considering himself in a league of his own.
The bald man chortled again. “Master Liu, we’ve been working nonstop for months. It’s not like we’re going to kill her; we’re just seeking so relief. Zhuo Fengru is a stuck-up prick who’s constantly offended us… Hehe, we’re avenging His Excellency, too, n-?” He suddenly folded over in silence.
Long Taoyuan, nicknad Skyhead, once bounced his opponent’s sharp broadsword off his head without a scratch. Yet, blood could soon be seen running down from his forehead, without him ever knowing how it happened.
“Don’t lump in with you.” The swordsman threatened, “Whoever makes a fuss will be next.”
Breaking the silence that followed, Zhuo Yupin said, “… Leng Jingliu, I’m not thankful for that. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this predicant in the first place.”
All of Leng Jingliu’s “comrades” gulped. The solo swordsman was known amongst “allies” and enemies as a man of his word. He just warned everyone to keep their mouths shut, yet Zhuo Yupin was already mouthing off. Zhuo Yupin may not fear death, but the cronies certainly feared Lord Miguo’s wrath if they couldn’t bring him back alive.
“Had you not involved yourself with us too much, Zhuo Estate’s security wouldn’t have crumbled so fast. When it cos down to it, the fault lies with you.”
“If I didn’t trust you…”
“We’ve only known each other for three months. Every piece of information on Ming Feizhen was worth five hundred taels. Your father’s information was worth three hundred taels per piece. You’ve earned a decent amount in the last year. How does it have anything to do with ? If Lord Miguo didn’t spot traces of a Mystic Era discipline from you, he wouldn’t have any interest in a brat like you. On the other hand, you implicated your father. Unlike you, however, he only feigned cooperation to collect incriminating evidence on us. Had Xu Clan not been killed off, perhaps he wouldn’t be silenced so soon. While I’m on the topic, if your father really dies, the information collected will give you the biggest rit.”
Leng Jingliu disclosed all the things Zhuo Fengru had been doing to Zhuo Yupin while they were travelling, much to Zhuo Yupin’s exasperation and guilt. Of course Zhuo Yupin could detect his father acting besides himself, but he never thought it was because of his mistakes.
Lady Zhuo: “Is everything you say a lie? My husband is soone you hooligans can touch! Pin’er, don’t believe their baseless claims. Don’t you have any faith in your father?”
“Apologies,” expressed Leng Jingliu. “Hero Zhuo certainly is an aspiration of many. Howbeit, man only has so much power. Shennong is ho to plenty of adepts. It’ll be hard for two hands to win against four hands, let alone more. Either way, it’s not sothing Young Master Zhuo can do sothing about. Nonetheless, please forgive this one’s rudeness.”
Two n opined, “Master Liu’s swordplay is first-rate. That old fart won’t be your match.”
“I’m not suggesting I could dominate him. I’d only barely beat him.” Leng Jingliu opened his eyes as though he sensed danger. “Impossible. Already?”
“What? Sothing outside?” The guard brushed aside the window curtain for a look to see a black streak cross the firmant to the ceiling of their carriage. Once he made out it was a atless, shoulder bone, he blurted, “The hell?”
Upon contact making contact with the carriage, the wheels splintered, dropping the carriage to the ground. Subsequently, the horse reins split with the sound of soone slashing them, allowing the horses to careen in different directions. There was nothing the coach could do when he hadn’t co across such a phenona in his decades-long career.
“What did I tell you? They kidnapped the two while I was fighting Hero Zhuo, then fled for Shennong. They might as well have given us a map to tell us which route to take. There’s no way anyone can run from Hero Zhuo and I.”
“Mm.”
“Co to think of it, we’re pretty lucky. I an, we caught with them after running dozens of kilotres and until the sun went down, right? Guess Hero Zhuo wasted his ti going in his direction.”
“Mm.”
“Hua Gezi, say sothing. Hey, where are you going?”
Hua Qing broke Ming Feizhen’s hold to go puke by a tree.
“How useless,” Ming Feizhen insulted.
“Shut up! Can’t you give a heads up?! I didn’t expect you to run so fast, not to ntion how far we travelled!” Hua Qing resud hurling.
Ming Feizhen reached into the carriage to check since he believed everyone inside should’ve had their accupoints sealed. “Hey, hey, everyone dead? Lady Zhuo? Punk Zhuo? I’m coming.”
“Quiet.”
Ming Feizhen back flipped away. “Oho?”
Leng Jingliu stood up.
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