Chapter 47 The Chieftain King

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"Hmph...seeking death!"

Jin Zhu snorted coldly, turned around, and drew out the scimitar in his hand.

The people around them didn't see what was going on yet, they could only hear the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding".

All the weapons of the five natives fell to the ground, and each of them jumped and screamed with their bloody right hands.

In the blink of an eye, everyone had a finger cut off.

The leader knew that he was in trouble, so he hurriedly endured the severe pain and ran for his life with his bloody palms. "Brothers, we are in trouble. Go back and find Master Tan to seek justice for us!"

"snort!"

Jin Zhu snorted coldly again, "Don't tell me that you are going to find Master Tan. Even if you go to find Master Tu, I will chop it up for you!"

After she finished speaking, she continued to stand in front of the stall selecting makeup and powder as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with her.

The stall owner and the surrounding people watching the excitement all tried to persuade him.

"Girl, come on, you're in big trouble!"

"Yes, yes, there are hundreds of them. Although the girl is very skilled in martial arts, she can't beat four hands with her fists. A tiger can't resist a pack of wolves, so you'd better get on your horse and run for your life!"

"Why don't you go to the township government office and report it to the officials first? Anyway, they were the ones who did the indecency first."

"What kind of official are you reporting to? I heard that this group of people is led by a big shot. Even Magistrate Tian is being humble. I'm afraid the reporting official wants to arrest this girl first."

"Oh...does this group of people have a good background?"

Jin Zhu gradually felt the seriousness of the situation, but she didn't know where Zhu Renxia had gone. She couldn't leave him behind and run for his life, right?

"Hmph... I am a famous Flower Bodhisattva in the world. Even if there are hundreds of people, what can they do to me?"

Jinzhu murmured secretly in his heart and continued to choose powder as if nothing had happened, "Boss, how do you sell this cinnabar?"

At the same time, the officers from the inspection station rushed into Ma Laowai's home in a panic.

"Chief, it's not good, there's a fight!"

Ma Laowai put down his tea cup and asked, "Who was fighting with whom?"

The officer panted and said: "A woman leading a red horse started fighting with the natives of Banzhou..."

"ah?"

Zhu Renxia was taken aback, not expecting that it was Jin Zhu who caused the incident. "Is the girl okay?"

"That girl is pretty good at fighting. She injured five or six people from the Yang family, and it seemed like they all had one of their fingers broken off."

Ma Laowai said in surprise: "Why, Mr. Zhu recognizes this woman?"

Zhu Renxia nodded: "She is my...concubine, and I hope the chief will help me deal with it."

Ma Laowai said solemnly: "This is not easy to handle. The other party is a member of Yang Yinglong's tribe in the Bozhou Xuanwei Division. You should run away quickly. If they can't catch you, they won't be able to investigate."

"Boshu Xuanwei Division?"

Zhu Renxia was shocked. Before Tian Zongren could settle the matter, he actually provoked Yang Yinglong again.

Tian Zongren was only a fourth-grade local magistrate, while Yang Yinglong's Xuanwei Secretary was a dignified second-grade official, with a position comparable to that of the governor of Guizhou.

Among the four major chieftains in Guizhou, the Shuixi'an family, the Bozhou Yang family, the Sizhou Tian family, and the Shuidong Song family, the Yang family is currently the most powerful.

Ma Lao Wai twisted his beard and said: "Yang Yinglong is at the height of his power now. Even the governor has to avoid his sharp edge. We cannot afford to offend him. Master, please run away with your woman. I, Ma Boyuan, will pretend to be nothing." Know."

"How does Yang Yinglong compare with Tian Zongren's power?"

Zhu Renxia hurriedly stood up and walked out while asking Ma Laowai who was seeing him off.

Ma Laowei smiled: "Let's put it this way, Tian Zongren is equivalent to your King Jingjiang, and Yang Yinglong is equivalent to the Ming Emperor. Ten Tian Zongren are not enough to defeat Yang Yinglong."

"Then what does a big shot like him do?" Zhu Renxia was puzzled.

Ma Laowai said: "How can a small village commander like me know such a secret? But I heard that he seems to be waiting for someone, a general from the Jingjiang Palace. How do I know the details?"

"Then why did they choose to meet in Yinma Town?"

"I am a small village leader, how can I dare to ask, is this old man eating arsenic and seeking death?"

"Please stay, thank you, Chief Mari, for taking care of me."

Zhu Renxia said goodbye with arms folded at the door, "Thank you for your kindness. I will wait for you in Jiangjiacun."

"Okay, okay... Master, walk slowly!"

Ma Lao Wai respectfully sent Zhu Renxia off, "I wish you peace and see you again."

Zhu Renxia came to the street in a flash and soon saw Jinzhu, who stood out among the crowd.

"Hurry up and run away!"

Without waiting for Jin Zhu to ask questions, Zhu Renxia held her buttocks and pushed her onto the saddle, no longer caring whether men and women were intimate or not.

"Give me your hand!"

Seeing Zhu Renxia's anxious look, Jin Zhu knew that the matter was serious and pulled him onto the saddle with a squeak.

"drive!"

Jin Zhu clamped his legs under the horse's belly, urging the horse to pass through the crowd and gallop towards the northeast.

The largest inn in Yinma Town is within the "Qiangui Inn".

Yang Biao was kneeling on the ground and telling a young man and another old man what happened.

Behind the old man and the young man stood a martial arts master of about fifty years old, with medium build, slightly white sideburns and bulging temples.

The young master is wearing a white long-distance running suit. He has a hooked nose, deep eyes, and a resolute profile. He looks like a decisive person.

"Master...you must avenge me!"

Yang Biao stretched out his bloody palm and said, "I just passed by her, and she cut off two of her fingers. My brothers helped me seek justice, but she cut off my fingers cruelly. If the matter spreads out, , won’t we let other chieftains laugh at our Yang family?”

Several other people held their palms and echoed: "Please, Master, seek justice for us!"

The young master said softly: "Yang Biao, come here and let me see how you are injured?"

Yang Biao knelt forward, raised his hand with the broken little finger and ring finger and said: "Third Young Master, it hurts me to death. Can you see if this bitch is ruthless?"

There was a crisp sound of "choking", and a cold light flashed and he died.

Yang Biao's right palm with broken fingers flew up in the air, and blood flowed like a fountain from the broken wrist.

"ah……"

Yang Biao screamed, beads of sweat like soybeans oozed from his forehead, and he collapsed on the ground holding his broken wrist, breathing heavily.

Yang Guodong snorted coldly, his eyes frosty: "Before coming, I warned you again and again that this trip is related to my father's great cause and the eternal foundation of the Yang family. I have warned you again and again that no one is allowed to cause trouble. How dare you turn a deaf ear?"

"Third Young Master, I was wrong!"

Yang Biao curled up on the ground, begging for mercy like a dog, "Please spare me!"

"Get off!"

Yang Guodong sheathed his sword and glanced at the others, "Who wants me to help him get justice?"

The others were so frightened that they fell into silence, "Third Young Master, spare your life, it's all Yang Biao's fault!"

"roll!"

Yang Guodong slammed the tea cup to the ground. After these people fled away with their heads in their hands, he clasped his fists at the middle-aged man behind him and said:

"Master Tan, please go outside if you can. If you find this woman, get rid of her. Also, see if Zhu Rentu is coming soon? This trip to Jinping County is very important, so don't let anything go wrong. error."

The middle-aged man known as Master Tan twisted his neck and made a snapping sound like his bones were cracking.

"Then I'll go out for a walk. It's time for these old arms and legs to move!"