Zhao Rang looked at Anzuo, who was curled up on the ground like a dead dog, still breathing, but he couldn't feel happy in his heart.
He could obviously stay in Lanmo safely, hold on to his title of prince and noble status, and be free and happy. After his father has passed a hundred years later, Anzuo will be able to successfully grow up and inherit his ruling position and continue to have power over the government.
For the weak and poor, there is no choice in this world. Because no matter what they choose, it is wrong for them... But for people like Anzuo who have status, background, and ability, they don't have to choose. As long as Xiao Gui Cao follows the rules and proceeds step by step, he will have a very good future.
But on the other hand, the more people grow up in such an environment, the more rebellious they are and the more rebellious they are. Just like Ximen Dazhuang never wanted to take over the family business, and even felt a headache when he heard the sound of fiddling with the abacus... The same goes for Zhao Rang, Si Hao didn't care about the name of his wealthy family, and even looked down on what his family members sometimes did deliberately group. In his mind, there is nothing better than being a brisk ranger and roaming the world freely.
But the world will not change for one person's ideas, and no matter how rich your background is, you cannot fully control your own destiny after making a new choice.
When he makes a completely different decision than before, he has to slowly find the direction on his own. If you make a wrong move, you will make a wrong step, and you will end up like Anzuo, lying on the ground, worse than dead.
Zhao Rang sighed deeply.
As an enemy, he longed to see such a scene. But after thinking about it just now, I wonder who is not like this?
But he didn't notice that the expression on Yuan Mingkong's face next to him was even more complicated. There is sadness, contempt, and more importantly, unwillingness!
"Well, you did a good job. The leader will definitely reward you heavily in a while!"
Amani said lightly.
For a domesticated dog, throwing a bone is enough to make him happy for a long time. As for Mr. Wang San, he didn't even use his bones. This sentence made him thank you again and again and show his loyalty!
Amani walked slowly to Anzuo's side, looked down at his embarrassed appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a bit of pride. Winner or loser, the one who can stand to the end is the winner. No matter what means she uses or how much she pays.
Just by looking at Zhao Rang, you can sympathize with Amani's happiness.
As early as when they met in King Lanmo's city, she told Zhao Rang that Anzuo and his father, and even the entire family, had evil intentions towards the royal family.
At that time, Mr. Wang San was "poisoned" and fell into coma. After Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong investigated everywhere, they also pointed the finger at Anzuo.
He never thought that he would be fooled by Princess Amani and Mr. Wang San. They had set a plan from the beginning to make Zhao Rang bite An Zuo tightly and not let go, so as to kill people with a knife.
But the appearance of Ximen Dazhuang was an unexpected change. If it weren't for him, Zhao Rang and others would not have had any contact with Tongbao Bank even if they arrived at Chagan Toluogai. It was precisely because of Shen Liushu's exposure that Hong Jiang, as the protector of the divine sect, had to show up early to clean up the mess.
"What a good plan!"
Zhao Rang sighed in his heart.
In this regard, both he and Yuan Mingkong lost, completely...
"When I got the invitation, I knew something was going to happen."
Yuan Mingkong regained his composure and said to Zhao Rang.
"But you didn't expect things to be so exciting, right?"
Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.
Yuan Mingkong smiled self-deprecatingly:
"I'm thinking about what to say when people ask about us after we go back."
Zhao Rang shrugged and said:
"When people ask me, I don't have to say anything. But I'm afraid you can't hide."
Yuan Mingkong let out a long sigh.
"Yeah, I can't hide."
As the Deputy Commander of the Shadow Guard of the Investigation Department, after returning home, not only do things in the Western Region have to be reported in detail, but they also have to be repeated many times.
The Investigation Department stipulates that every person who returns from a business trip must describe the details of the mission to different people three times within half a month. This is to determine whether the statement is true.
Things that have really happened and been experienced are not so easy to forget and confuse. Yuan Mingkong is not an old man in his seventies or eighty. A young man in his twenties can definitely remember it as long as he is not stupid.
However, lies may not always be the same, especially if there are a few days between them.
Of course, this method is not foolproof.
As long as a thoughtful person is fully prepared, there will definitely be opportunities to take advantage of. What Yuan Mingkong cares about is that he was extremely stupid on this errand!
If he hadn't met Zhao Rang, and later Ye Sanniang and Ximen Dazhuang, he must have been killed by Xifeng Lie or the Jinzhong Escort Bureau in the Western Region Merchant Alliance.
"Do you want to go into the box or into the sack?"
Princess Amani asked Anzuoru softly.
Zhao Rang didn't understand what entering the box and entering the sack meant, but it was definitely not a good thing.
No one will let his enemy go at the last moment, and will only think about how to torture him even more miserably.
"Mr. Zhao, are you confused by the words of the Protector?"
Mr. Wang walked up to Zhao Rang, wiped his hands and asked.
The term "fox pretends to be powerful" is true at all. He was so overwhelmed by Anzuo before that he couldn't hold his head up, but now he is so proud.
Of course Mr. Wang is not proud of having defeated Anzuo with a pair of iron fists.
He was proud that he had done a beautiful thing for the leader and protector, and thought that his position as national master would be more stable.
"Why was the master injured?"
Zhao Rang asked a very inappropriate question.
Everyone here is a martial artist. From the previous fight, everyone could see that Mr. Wang San had been seriously injured and his strength had been greatly reduced. Otherwise, why would he need so much effort to fight against An Zuo?
Mr. Wang San's face changed.
Although Zhao Rang also said "once", such a major change, no matter how long it has been, feels like it just happened yesterday.
Why Mr. Wang San later devoted his efforts to brewing wine was also for dispatch. When you are drunk, you won’t think too much about everything in the world and everything will go as planned. Everyone in the world is lovely. I don’t even dream when I sleep, and I can’t remember if I do. The days go by so fast and happily!
However, due to the recent major events, Mr. Wang San has not drank for several days.
Not to mention the discomfort caused by alcohol addiction, it was something I hadn't thought about in many years, and it suddenly appeared out of nowhere these days. The dream he hadn't had in a long time was like a mosquito on a summer night, lingering around him as long as he closed his eyes.
Now when Zhao Rang asked again, the skin and flesh on Mr. Wang San's face that had become sagging due to aging began to twitch involuntarily.
"Why didn't you answer the distinguished guest's question? I just said that this thing was disrespectful. Are you and him a simp?"
Princess Armani's cold voice came, which shocked Master Wang's spine.
"Yes... what the protector taught me is... I don't dare to trust the distinguished guests. I will answer now."
Seeing how cowardly he looked, Zhao Rang couldn't help but want to laugh. Feng Shui turns, and one thing falls after another. Anzuo, who was so proud just now, and Mr. Wang, who was just proud, don't know who will be able to defeat Amani and Hong Jiang in the future. It is estimated that the leader will be the only one.
"Mr. Zhao, I... was hit by Protector Hong Jiang's volleying palm ten years ago, which hurt my heart. As a result, my cultivation level dropped drastically."
Zhao Rang nodded.
For things like this, it's fine once you hear it and know it, there's nothing to ask more about.
Hong Jiang stood aside, and it was indeed not easy for someone like Mr. Wang San to tell this past incident in front of him.
It is already difficult to subdue a character who has his fists stained with blood and his head tied to his waistband all day long, let alone having him become boneless and full of flattery.
Hong Jiang's palm must have left a deep shadow on Mr. Wang San, making him unable to resist anymore.
"In addition, entering a box and entering a sack are two types of punishment in the divine religion."
Seeing that Zhao Rang didn't delve into the matter, Mr. Wang quickly changed the subject.
Just as he was talking, there were four shirtless and muscular men working in pairs, each carrying a large wooden box and two large sacks.
This wooden box is more like a coffin than a box, because it is too big and deep. An adult can step in by curling up slightly, leaving room around him.
Same goes for sacks.
If it can hold a whole fat pig, it can also hold a large living person.
"There are rats in the wooden box. After putting the people in, lock the box and throw it into the fire."
Zhao Rang opened his eyes wide and pricked up his ears.
This performance greatly satisfied Mr. Wang's vanity, so he said even more passionately:
"Before the people inside are burned to death, the rats will be unbearable. At this time, they will..."
Mr. Wang pointed at his eyes, mouth, navel, and below.
These are the weakest links in the human body.
Rats can't stand the heat and will burrow into people's bodies. Naturally, they will give priority to these parts.
There is a famous dish called loach tofu that uses the same principle. It's just that the loach has been replaced by a mouse, and the tofu has been replaced by a human being.
"Why let the rats go when they're going to burn him to death?"
Zhao Rang asked puzzledly.
Just by imagining, he could imagine the pain this man would endure before dying.
"Of course you have to be harsh when dealing with traitors. Otherwise, how can you scare other people?"
Zhao Rang was noncommittal.
Mr. Wang San was right, but he still couldn't accept this method.
"Sacks are easier."
"If it's still so disgusting, don't say anything anymore..."
Yuan Mingkong interjected.
Even his sister Yuan Kexin doesn't know that Yuan Mingkong is the most disgusting rat... This kind of rustling thing is fluffy and has a long tail...
"There's no mice in the sack!"
Mr. Wang San said with a smile.
"Don't say anything about snakes!"
"There's no snake in the sack either."
Yuan Mingkong thought for a while, and it seemed that nothing else mattered, so he motioned to Mr. Wang San to continue.
"The purpose of a sack is to put people into it, tie the mouth of the bag, and then let these strong men take turns to lift it high and then smash it down hard until there is no hardness left in the whole sack."
Zhao Rang took a deep breath and said:
"If it were me, I would definitely choose the sack."
"Yes. Would I rather be beaten to a pulp than stay with rats!" Gale
Yuan Mingkong immediately followed Zhao Rang and said.
After Hong Jiang and Amani heard Master Wang's explanation, they asked Anzuo again.
In just a short time, Anzuo had already died.
"Huh, you really gave him an advantage! Bah!"
Mr. Wang Santai kicked Anzuo's body hard.
"ah!"
Anzuo, who everyone thought had died, suddenly got up and grabbed the leg that Mr. Wang San had kicked him on, opened his mouth and bit his knee hard.
There was a "crunch" sound, as if the door latch that had not been oiled for many years was suddenly pushed open.
Feeling the pain, Mr. Wang raised his leg and swung it hard, throwing Anzuo, who was at the end of his strength, and hit the heavy wooden box.
This time Anzuo completely died.
But he had a chunk of flesh in his mouth.
Looking at the position of the knee of Mr. Wang San's leg, it has turned into a terrifying bloody hole. If he hadn't put one hand on the table, he would have lost his balance and fallen to the ground.
Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looked at each other. Who could have imagined that this would be the final result?
Anzuo is dead.
After all, he was not put into a wooden box and had his belly ripped open by rats, nor was he put into a sack and beaten into a pulp.
But he bit off half of Mr. Wang San's kneecap in one bite.
This leg is definitely useless...
Compared to death, becoming lame may be more painful.
Amani and Hong Jiang frowned and looked at Mr. Wang's injuries, but said nothing. Then he gestured to the deaf-mute men, and someone came forward to help Mr. Wang San down.
"Two Lord Protectors, please wait until I bandage my wounds, then come and continue to be loyal to the religion! Continue to be loyal!"
Mr. Wang San's shouts were getting farther and farther away, and he was dragged to an unknown place.
Anzuo's body and blood stains in the hall were all cleaned up and wiped away by the maids.
The tip of Amani's nose twitched, and he felt that the smell of blood in the hall was a bit strong, so he asked someone to roll up the sand beam, so that the first ray of evening wind as the sun set would blow away the pungent smell.
Anzo's soft sword fell to the edge of the hall.
The last maid picked it up, held it in both hands, bowed to Amani and Hong Jiang, and walked out.
Passing behind Haidiya, he suddenly jumped up, turned around and grabbed Anzuo's soft sword from the maid's hand, crossed the table and stabbed straight towards Hong Jiang's throat, with a murderous intent.
From his own perspective, the name "Swordsman" was not earned through martial arts. It was the reins that the national master put around his neck that made him obedient.
But from the unparalleled power of his sword just now, Zhao Rang concluded that he was a well-deserved swordsman of the Western Regions, the first-class swordsman in the world!
The most important thing about swords and knives is not the sharpness of the blade, but the ruthlessness that is close to that of iron and stone.
A ruthless man will always have an irresistible charm for girls.
A ruthless swordsman always has an irresistible power to his enemies.
When he held the sword, the world seemed to be returning to chaos. There is no difference between grass, trees, insects and rocks, and humans are no different from cattle and sheep. 2
