fictionpage #415 - You are also a waste
#415 - You are also a waste
Liang Jin's words, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the arena, each word seeming to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, ringing with force.
Everyone who heard these words seemed to be frozen in place by a spell, looking at Liang Jin in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock and doubt.
Could this constable from the Six Doors really be going head-to-head with the Prince of the Prefecture?
But upon closer thought, he did seem to have the ability to do so!
The customs of the Great Qian Dynasty were completely different from those of the Black Dragon Dynasty.
The people of the Black Dragon Dynasty were barbaric in nature, respecting the concept of the strong being supreme. In their lands, the higher the noble rank, the stronger the power it often represented.
It was precisely because of this that the Prince Tu Xie of the Black Dragon Dynasty was himself a second-rank martial artist, possessing formidable strength that inspired awe.
But the people of the Great Qian Dynasty seemed more cunning, preferring to hide their edge, willing to be second-in-command for ten thousand years, not easily taking the lead.
True experts often liked to hide behind the scenes, pushing their proxies to the forefront.
Moreover, among the current members of the Great Qian imperial family, only the royal family from the time of the Great Ancestor were still martial and brave, especially since the Great Qian Ancestor was once unrivaled throughout the world.
The royal nobles who came after gradually became addicted to pleasure over the long years, no longer willing to practice martial arts diligently, and the bravery of the past gradually dissipated.
Developing to the present day, the martial arts of a large number of royal nobles have long become insignificant, and many people do not even know martial arts at all.
They only rely on the order and system established during the time of the Great Ancestor to enjoy wealth and glory, but they have long lost their true power.
Especially after several rounds of weakening the feudal lords by successive emperors, the strength of the princes has been greatly reduced, and they are not even allowed to possess private soldiers.
Although their status is extremely revered, this does not mean that they possess sufficient strength.
At this moment.
Zhao Chuxia was already nearly driven mad with anger!
After a fit of retching, she trembled as she reached out to touch her mouth, her voice filled with endless horror and rage:
"My front teeth… my front teeth!!!"
"Ah!!!"
She screamed shrilly, the sound piercing the night sky, filled with despair and unwillingness.
Zhao Chuxia was originally known for her beauty, and was even rumored to be the number one beauty in Chang Prefecture.
But now, her upper and lower rows of front teeth had been broken, leaving only empty gums, making her look extremely miserable.
How ugly this would make her was self-evident.
Even now, she would whistle when she spoke, each word seeming to remind her of the humiliation she had suffered.
What was even more hateful was that the front teeth that had been knocked out were now forcibly stuffed into her stomach.
This was simply a great humiliation to her!
Zhao Chuxia had been the center of attention her entire life, how had she ever suffered such extreme blows and insults?
"Kill him!!!"
"Kill him for me!!!"
Zhao Chuxia pointed at Liang Jin and roared madly, her eyes seeming to spew fire, her face distorted with anger.
The surrounding guards of the Prince's mansion, hearing these words, were filled with fear in their hearts, but they could only brace themselves and rush towards Liang Jin.
Liang Jin's eyes were as cold as frost, and he said in a cold voice:
"Courting death!"
With a wave of his hand, vast and violent internal energy surged out, like a滔滔river, or like a raging beast, roaring towards the guards of the Prince's mansion.
She suddenly turned her head and looked at the Squad Leader, questioning:
"You're not helping me?!"
At this point, she had already realized that the guards she had brought were only good for slaughtering unarmed civilians, but if they encountered real experts, they were simply useless.
The Squad Leader looked helpless and replied with a wry smile:
"Princess, each of the Four Great Constables is a third-rank martial artist. I am only in the fourth-rank realm, and I am not his opponent at all."
"Please ask the Princess to invite Mr. Li from the Prince's side. That Mr. Li is a third-rank martial artist and will definitely be able to restrain this Shadow Chaser."
"But Mr. Li alone is not enough. After all, he is only an ordinary third-rank martial artist, and the Four Great Constables are all top experts among third-rank martial artists."
"Therefore, please ask the Princess to mobilize all of the Prince's elite guards to assist in coordination, so that they can deter the Shadow Chaser."
What the Squad Leader said was the truth.
The Four Great Constables, who shook the martial world and were famous far and wide, were not ordinary people.
Although there were also experts around the Prince of Pingcheng Prefecture, if they were to fight alone, I am afraid that no one would be the opponent of the Shadow Chaser.
Only by mobilizing all the martial arts elites of the Prince of Pingcheng Prefecture might it be possible to calm down this bloodthirsty Shadow Chaser.
But how could Zhao Chuxia be willing to listen to these words?
She was already so angry that her lungs were about to explode, and she roared angrily:
"I just want him to die!"
"Tell me, who can kill him?"
"I can pay any price!"
The answer to this question was naturally not difficult for the Surveillance Factory, which was good at collecting information.
The Squad Leader replied without hesitation:
"My Surveillance Factory's Fourth Squad Leader will soon arrive in Chang Prefecture. If we can invite him to take action, even the Shadow Chaser will probably have to fall!"
The Six Doors had the Four Great Constables, and the Surveillance Factory also had the Four Great Squad Leaders.
Ordinary Squad Leaders were not qualified to add a number in front of their official titles. Those who could add one, two, three, or four were the true top combat power in the Surveillance Factory.
The Four Great Squad Leaders were definitely experts who were not weaker than the Four Great Constables.
As for who was more powerful, there was no conclusion for the time being, because the two sides had not really fought each other.
After all, both sides were within the imperial court system, and even if there were conflicts on weekdays, they were mostly civil disputes.
When Zhao Chuxia heard this, she immediately shouted sharply:
"Help me call the Fourth Squad Leader over immediately!"
"As long as he can kill this Shadow Chaser, he can name any price he wants!"
The Squad Leader looked helpless when he heard this. The Fourth Squad Leader was his superior, how could he summon him whenever he wanted?
He was about to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked nervously behind Zhao Chuxia.
At this time, Zhao Chuxia also only felt a gloomy murderous aura spreading behind her.
At this moment, Zhao Chuxia only felt her scalp tingle, and goosebumps rose all over her body.
She couldn't help but slowly turn her head.
Behind her, a figure had silently appeared. It was Liang Jin.
Liang Jin's eyes were slightly narrowed, a strange smile on his lips, a smile that seemed particularly eerie in this gloomy atmosphere.
On the ground behind him, the bodies of the Prince's guards lay scattered, at least two hundred guards had died tragically on the spot, their blood pooling into puddles on the ground.
In the distance, the timid maids had already collapsed to the ground in fright, weeping softly, their voices sounding particularly miserable in the deathly silence of the night.
And there were still some guards who didn't dare to approach at all, standing far away, their eyes filled with fear.
"Princess, I just heard you say you wanted to kill me?"
Liang Jin grinned.
His face, in the last moments before dawn, was dim and uncertain, appearing gloomy, even sinister!
Zhao Chuxia looked at Liang Jin in front of her, her heart pounding uncontrollably, cold sweat also uncontrollably pouring out.
She wanted to continue her angry scolding.
But at this moment, the dense murderous aura emanating from Liang Jin seemed like an invisible shackle, preventing Zhao Chuxia from uttering a single sound.
This murderous aura was terrifyingly strong, Heaven knows how many people he had killed to have such a heavy murderous aura.
At this moment, although Zhao Chuxia's heart was filled with unwillingness, she still couldn't bring herself to curse.
Liang Jin was a little disappointed.
He reached out and pinched Zhao Chuxia's once beautiful face, sneering:
"So, you're just a waste after all."
These words completely stimulated Zhao Chuxia.
She, a dignified princess, was actually called a waste?
In an instant, Zhao Chuxia's chest was filled with anger, her chest heaving violently, on the verge of exploding.
Liang Jin, however, had already put away his smile, reaching out and pointing to the group of disaster victims gathered around Fan Jing, ordering:
"Give them food."
"Give them all the food here, let them have their fill."
Zhao Chuxia's eyebrows shot up when she heard this.
She opened her mouth, wanting to shout angrily.
Suddenly.
Liang Jin had already slapped her backhand.
"Pa!!!"
Accompanied by a crisp slap.
Zhao Chuxia's fair face instantly swelled up, her full and delicate red lips were directly torn open by the slap.
Fresh blood gushed out again, making her look very miserable.
"Be obedient."
Liang Jin said indifferently.
At this moment, Zhao Chuxia's anger rushed straight to her head, her eyes were about to split.
She was about to jump up and attack, but the file leader hurriedly grabbed her, shaking his head at her.
Then, the file leader shouted at the servants of the Prince's mansion:
"What are you still standing there for?"
"Hurry up and distribute the food!"
The servants received the order and hurriedly went to move the grain.
Then the file leader looked at Liang Jin again, threatening:
"Lord Zhuying, I will definitely report everything that happened today to my superiors!"
"When the time comes, I hope you can withstand the questioning from the Prince, the God Catcher, and the Imperial Court!"
The file leader's tone was stern, wanting to use the power of the rules to scare Liang Jin.
Liang Jin naturally didn't care.
He wasn't the real Zhuying anyway, and he wasn't afraid of offending people.
Immediately, Liang Jin stared at the file leader and said:
"Then you better hurry up and send someone to report immediately."
"As for you, get in here for a meeting!"
Liang Jin was naturally referring to the file leader and Zhao Chuxia.
After he finished speaking, he raised his head and walked towards the largest tent, his steps steady, his aura fierce.
The file leader and Zhao Chuxia immediately instructed their subordinates, they wouldn't take this beating for nothing!
After giving their instructions, the file leader and Zhao Chuxia exchanged a look, then they followed.
There were still their helpers in the tent.
Wasn't Liang Jin going to have a meeting?
When the time comes, everyone would attack Liang Jin together, let's see if Liang Jin could withstand it!
Even a famous constable of the Six Doors would probably find it difficult to withstand the pressure from the Prince, the Changzhou government, and the Jishi Factory!
And at this time.
The servants had already obeyed the order, moving all the grain from the tents and piling it up in front of Fan Jing and the common people.
This little bit of grain was just a preparation for a trip for the Prince's mansion.
But for the people in front of them, it was life!
The common people looked at the mountains of grain, their eyes, once shrouded in despair, were instantly lit up, tears of excitement flashing in their eyes, and then a deafening cheer erupted.
They hugged each other, jumped, their faces filled with the joy of surviving a disaster and deep gratitude.
This grain was their lifeline, the hope of life they saw in despair.
Fan Jing stood aside, his eyes red, his throat choked with excitement, and after a long while, he murmured to himself:
"Danyang County, is finally saved..."
At this moment, the sky finally dawned.
The morning light broke through, and thousands of golden rays burst forth, like sharp swords, instantly dispelling the thick darkness, and showering warmth and light on this suffering land.
Fan Jing faced the morning light, deeply exhaling a breath of turbid air, feeling that the muscles and bones of his whole body were relaxed.
The pressure and fatigue that had accumulated in his heart for several months seemed to be evaporated by the brilliant sunshine, disappearing without a trace.
A commoner looked curious, carefully approaching Fan Jing, and asked:
"Lord Fan, who exactly is that lord who beat the princess?"
Fan Jing's gaze looked in the direction where Liang Jin left, his eyes full of respect and emotion, his voice trembling slightly as he said:
"He is Zhuying, one of the four famous constables of the Six Doors."
After a pause, he raised his voice again, as if announcing to everyone, and as if cheering himself up:
"See, there are still good officials in the upper echelons of our Great Qian who love the people!"
"With such a good official coming, the drought in Changzhou will definitely be able to be overcome smoothly!"
After the words fell, Fan Jing bent his knees and solemnly bowed deeply in the direction of Liang Jin, his forehead touching the ground, and he did not get up for a long time.
This bow was filled with his gratitude to Liang Jin, his joy for life, and even more his expectations for the future of this land.
When the common people saw this, they followed suit, kneeling all over the ground.
Their clothes were ragged, their bodies were thin, and in the reflection of the morning light, their figures seemed so small, yet so devout.
At this moment, they used the most simple way to pay the most sublime respect to this savior who descended from the sky.