Though the words were spoken casually, Wang Jian was secretly alarmed. He looked at the wicked man's ambiguous smile and knew that if any assassin dared to touch the blade, their fate would likely be extremely grim. He felt a little sorry for those assassins.
"Alright, now that Duanhe has arrived, and with him and you in charge of the search and suppression operation, plus Erniu and Chunning cooperating here, I should also set off." The wicked man withdrew his gaze, looked at the soldiers' figures flickering under the eaves in the courtyard, and put his hands behind his back. "As for Yan, I think it will be completely clean by the time I come back in a few months."
Wang Jian nodded, a slightly complicated expression on his face: "Within half a month, General Duanhe and I will launch a thorough purge, leaving no hidden dangers. When you return to Xianyang, please put in a good word for us with the King, because such ruthless actions are bound to attract criticism."
They are not villains, unafraid of attacks from the government, and dare to act recklessly. If they were to really go on a killing spree, it would surely lead to countless impeachments.
"Let's see who dares!!" The wicked man's expression was calm, but his words revealed ruthlessness. "Go ahead and do it."
“I understand.” Wang Jian took a deep breath. “When we return in the future, I dare to guarantee that there will be no more so-called knights in the Yan Kingdom.”
Afterwards, the wicked man discussed some follow-up matters with Wang Jian and instructed Zhang Erhe to gather 100,000 Qin troops to prepare for their return. About an hour later, everything was arranged, and the wicked man changed into civilian clothes and left the commander's mansion.
Before their departure, Wang Jian, Wang Tian, and others saw them off at the city gate, giving each of them some words of advice.
Outside the city gate, the rain was still heavy, and the drizzle soaked the Qin army's dark armor. The wicked man mounted his horse and turned to the crowd, saying loudly, "Gentlemen, three months is neither long nor short. What you do is in your own hands."
Wang Jian cupped his hands in greeting: "When you come here again, you will surely see a peaceful and carefree Yan land."
The wicked man smiled and nodded, then raised his voice and said, "Then I'll take my leave first. If anything happens, send a fast horse to Xianyang immediately, and I will mobilize all available resources to support you."
Having said that, he flicked the reins and rode off with his guards. The rain was stirred up by the sound of hooves, like a tattered curtain, swirling into the misty rain.
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