activa-t Chapter 107, Serves you right for being mean to me!
Chapter 107, Serves you right for being mean to me!
Chapter 108, Serves you right for being mean to me!
The moon is bright and the stars are few tonight.
The treacherous terrain of Shahu Pass is clearly visible in the night, resembling a narrow strip of sky, with desolate vegetation.
Ren Qingshan stared at the terrain for a few moments, finding it somewhat beautiful.
Then he plunged into the mountains and forests.
Bandits appear randomly at night.
Caravans rarely take chances—capital abhors risk and prefers to travel during the day, paying a 10% toll.
The bandits at Shahu Pass were known for their trustworthiness, which led to their "thriving business." Over the past five years, they had amassed an unknown amount of gold and silver.
Even though most of it was paid as tribute to the various officials in the prefectural city, there must have been quite a lot left over.
A surge of excitement rose in Ren Qingshan's heart.
Just as a new emperor brings a new court, bandits are like a new prefect who becomes a new bandit.
Five years ago, after the new prefect of Fengcheng took office, he suppressed a bandit gang, leaving the area unclaimed. However, bandits gradually emerged again, taking over the mountains and extorting money from the land. Liu Tongpan was a loyal henchman of the previous prefect, and the term of office of these bandits largely overlapped with that of the two men.
Now that Judge Liu has been dismissed, Kill Tiger Pass will inevitably face a harvest.
Tsk.
Every family has its own troubles, and bandits have it tough too; they really won't have many good years left.
The mountains and forests were serene.
With all six senses activated, Ren Qingshan was like an old hunter lurking in the shadows, searching for every movement.
The mountain road is winding and has many forks. The deep forest is filled with miasma, making it a natural maze.
A flock of birds took flight from afar, and Ren Qingshan followed their flight path in the opposite direction, soon hearing faint human voices.
There were more than a dozen bandits, each carrying large and small bags, being escorted by two bandit leaders, moving stealthily like human mules.
Is this a sign that they're about to run away?
This time, after suppressing the bandits in the dead of night, Ren Qingshan decided to give the good name to the Dragon Subduing Holy Sect and stop taking advantage of the Divine Dragon Sect.
He suddenly appeared.
The Dragon Subduing True Qi swept away the fallen leaves like autumn wind, accompanied by dragon-shaped energy, and blasted towards the bandit leader at the forefront.
boom!
This man was sent flying as if hit head-on by a large truck, yet the force continued unabated, striking four more people with the remaining power, causing them to spit out blood and have their bones shattered.
Dragon Subduing Style!
Tiger-Taming Pose!
Flying Style!
This set of skills was fully revealed in the dead of night. Ren Qingshan raised his palm and struck, and in a short while, he killed all eleven bandits, leaving only one alive.
Their bundles fell to the ground with a clatter, and when they untied one to check, they found they were all silver gourds, each weighing about 500 jin (250 kg).
Fourteen, totaling seventy thousand taels.
So-so, just a bite of fatty meat.
The captured bandit was tightly bound to a tree, his eyes filled with despair. Knowing he was doomed, he cursed wildly, spewing extremely vile insults, such as officials deserved to die a horrible death and children born without an anus—it seemed they already understood their fate and its cause.
Ren Qingshan remained unmoved.
Feel free to criticize me; I'm not an official.
Even the chief constable of a county can only be considered a minor official.
Thinking about how to quietly transport the 70,000 taels of silver into the prefectural city, Ren Qingshan looked at the still-chattering bandits: "Have you ever heard of a cruel torture, inserting iron spikes into the lower abdomen—"
His voice stopped abruptly, as quiet as a chicken.
"You answer my questions, understand?"
He nodded vigorously.
He asked all the questions he wanted to know, and Ren Qingshan killed him with a single palm strike. After checking everyone, there were no survivors—thankfully, there was no need to collect any more household records tonight.
However, what to do with these silver gourds is a problem.
Seventy thousand taels is something I can carry myself, but it's not easy to do.
With so many books, I need storage space.
Ren Qingshan pleaded earnestly, but the Earth Book remained unresponsive—Ma De was mentally challenged.
resignedly.
He had no choice but to choose a spot on the edge of the miasma, where he quickly dug two pits with his true energy, buried the fourteen silver melons in batches, covered them with loose soil and withered branches, and after doing all this and making sure nothing could be seen, he left quickly.
Go up the mountain!
This silver-transporting team was a dispersal of the bandits' escape route. They were to rush to a mass grave two hundred miles away overnight to bury the silver in a prepared tomb, to be used for future excavation.
Thinking of the mass graves, Ren Qingshan recalled his early days as a novice, when he wanted to kill a weasel spirit for a reward—he was lucky to survive.
The Shahu Pass stronghold was located behind two mountain peaks, where the green hills sped away.
Upon reaching a suspension bridge, they discovered that the four bandits who had been guarding the area were dead.
He died from a knife wound; his head fell to the ground.
Ren Qingshan's heart stirred slightly: Could someone be impersonating me, the one with "neck pain"?
Using someone else's alias is a common practice in the underworld, especially for those who can't easily reveal their identity. The blame is often shifted to enemies or acquaintances.
Ren Qingshan's interest was piqued, and he crossed the iron chain bridge like a gust of wind.
After crossing the bridge, you need to climb a long ladder with about two hundred steps, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Looking up, Ren Qingshan saw more than a dozen corpses on the stone steps. Ying Gang had just died, and the bloodstains were still red. They didn't all look like bandits; it seemed that a fierce battle had taken place.
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Hijack!
Which family are they from?
The prefectural government office? Or bandits? The Demon Suppression Bureau?
Luckily, I had a sudden urge tonight and managed to do it, otherwise, it would have been too late.
He quickly ascended the stone steps, and as he neared the top, he heard two breathing sounds lying in ambush. Ren Qingshan leaped high into the air, and two streams of true energy shot out, piercing the foreheads of the two men, killing them both instantly.
At times like these, no matter which side you're on, you're going to die!
The two were dressed in black shorts and t-shirts, a common attire for martial artists, and their faces were covered.
Ren Qingshan removed his mask. He had never seen one of the men before, but he had met the other once. The other was a capable yamen runner in the prefectural government office who had accompanied the head constable during the interrogation and had been more ruthless than him.
Extremely fierce!
He yelled at me! And he even pretended to kick my butt!
Ren Qingshan looked satisfied, added a finger, and continued forward. After walking several more miles of mountain road, he saw many corpses and killed several more people. Then he saw a platform in front of a mountain stronghold in the distance, where two groups of people were fighting each other.
The sound carried far into the night.
"Kill them! Kill them all!"
"You scoundrels! You corrupt officials and soldiers!"
"Quickly finish this! Kill him!"
"Hahaha—Tonight is the night for my Giant Whale Gang to make a name for ourselves!"
Giant Whale Gang?
This is a gang in Fucheng that works at the docks. Without a doubt, they are the black gloves of big shots.
Tonight, it may truly be the Giant Whale Gang, or the government offices may be disguised as the "Giant Whale Gang"—what kind of kinship is this, between soldiers and bandits?
Ren Qingshan narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the field.
In the melee involving about two hundred people, the situation was one-sided. The "Giant Whale Gang" members were mostly masked with red cloths tied around their arms. Among them were many experts, at least five of whom were of the Jade Marrow type, who were cutting melons and vegetables as if they were vegetables.
He was a constable in the prefectural government office.
Ren Qingshan recognized their origins through their martial arts styles. The imperial court's techniques were mostly upright and domineering, with few underhanded tricks.
"Officer Liang! You're Officer Liang!"
"Hey Liang, we've been paying you a lot of tribute, haven't we?"
A bandit leader, as if recognizing him, shouted loudly, his voice filled with anger.
"Haha, I had no choice but to do it before, but now I have turned over a new leaf. You know everything about my affairs, so I will not pursue the matter further."
"Hu Shankui, you must all die tonight!"
The sounds of fighting, screams, clashing swords, and howling night wind—all converged on the mountaintop under the cover of night, forming a symphony of power.
Ren Qingshan frowned slightly as he looked at these.
Unless he kills all the constables on the field, it seems that the wealth from Killing Tiger's Mouth will be out of his reach.
Not reconciled.
I'm really not willing to accept this.
Soon, a plan popped into his mind.
He turned back to the stone steps, took out his disguise from his pocket, quickly put on makeup, and then used his shrinking technique to shrink into the shape of the constable. He then took off his night clothes, put on a short shirt and shorts, covered his face, tied a red cloth around his arm, picked up his knife, and quickly headed forward.
Serves you right for being mean to me!
Let me lend you this disguise again!
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