Zhu Wanli was a bit overwhelmed by these remarks. He also understood that as long as they could act tyrannically and have enough to eat, these people would not be willing to follow him in rebellion. He also vaguely guessed Tang Zhilin's intention: he wanted to gradually weaken their fighting spirit! What a vicious strategy!
At this juncture, his subordinates delivered a message.
The Governor will be inspecting Brahma soon.
Zhu Wanli's eyes lit up. If they killed the governor, they could not only rally the people's hearts, but also tell the people again that they were righteous men. As for Tang Zhilin... Zhu Wanli narrowed his eyes. Once the governor died, he would definitely be held accountable!
By then, Brahma will be in chaos again, and he can regain control.
On that day, Zhu Wanli summoned all the leaders with tough measures. The diehards were excited, while the hedonists were obviously unhappy. However, due to the threats from Zhu Wanli and others, they reluctantly agreed.
What made Zhu Wanli a little strange was that Tang Zhilin didn't seem to care about their actions at all, but now time was pressing, so he could only assume that Tang Zhilin was addicted to alcohol and sex and didn't notice this matter.
A few days later, the governor arrived as promised with a grand ceremony. When the team reached the main street, they were suddenly blocked by a bullock cart, and then several assassins rushed out.
Zhu Wanli sat on the rooftop of the restaurant, watching everything unfold. When he saw Fang Zhiyi, who wasn't originally part of the plan, masked his face and leading the charge toward the Governor, he felt a little puzzled, but then shook his head. He had thought this guy was so smart, but he hadn't expected him to be so naive. Where in the world are there unbreakable allies? There were only interests involved. He wanted more power. Now that the Dragon Slayers had money, he couldn't confront Tang Zhilin head-on, so he let the court get rid of him!
By then, Tulong will rise up again... and achieving imperial hegemony will be just a matter of time! As for Fang Zhiyi... I've tolerated him for so long, and he must die. What does his martial arts prowess matter? Without brains, he's nothing.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip comfortably. Tang Zhilin was a meticulous man who wanted to use wealth to trap the Dragon Slayer Society. Fortunately, he woke up early. Tang Zhilin, Tang Zhilin, you didn't expect it, did you?
At this time, in a tea room, a leader of the Dragon Slayer Society was introducing a new tea to an honest merchant. "Why kill the governor? Kill the governor! Isn't it better to make money?" The merchant, who was obviously from outside the city, kept wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.
At Wanli Pawnshop, a leader received two people from the martial arts world who came to seek refuge: "We have an operation today, and the Dragon Slaying Society is in need of people now, so you two can rest assured." The two ragged martial artists looked around and nodded.
Inside a squat hut operating a human trafficking operation, a short man complained, "What's all the fighting for? Don't you understand the benefits of leaning against a tree for shade?" Just then, someone pushed the door open and entered. He immediately stood up and said, "Buying people, huh? Come this way! You're in luck today! My guy's out on business, so I'll treat you myself."
The Dragon Slayer Society's second-in-command, a master swordsman, paused in front of the candied haws stall, his eyes piercing the distant commotion. He had two goals: to assess the situation and decide whether to provide support, and secondly... if given the chance, to rob and kill Fang Zhiyi or Tang Zhilin! He gripped the hilt of his sword, completely confident in his swordsmanship.
The merchant in the tea room slowly withdrew his hand, and a few drops of blood dripped down from a delicate dagger. The hall master who wanted to do business slowly fell on his tea leaves, and the blood slowly seeped into the tea leaves.
At Wanli Pawnshop, two ragged gangsters walked out of the pawnshop door panting, with several corpses with their eyes open behind them. The two men walked out of the door, one on the left and the other on the right.
The human trafficking leader had his eyes wide open and there was a big hole in his stomach. The guest who had come in earlier drove the girls out of the house, indicating that they were free, and then set fire to the low and dilapidated wooden house before leaving.
The second in command covered his throat with his hands, and several sugar-coated hawthorns were scattered under his feet. The vendor who originally sold candied haws covered his injured lower abdomen, but stared and pushed the bamboo stick in his hand forward fiercely. The second in command suddenly drew his sword, but suddenly several vendors passed by behind him, some selling pears, some selling candy men, and some carrying large bags. After they passed by, the second in command slowly knelt on the ground, with several bloody holes on his body.
Zhu Wanli also spat out a mouthful of blood at this moment. He looked at the waiter who came over with the teapot in his hand in horror: "You, who are you?"
The waiter shook his head: "I'm the waiter, I pour tea."
"You..." Another mouthful of black blood.
"Our master asked me to bring you a message."
Zhu Wanli finally realized that he was finished, and he waved his hands around.
"A rebel is still a rebel, don't think you're a good person."
Zhu Wanli's face turned blue and purple, and he was completely dead.
Multiple carefully planned murders are taking place simultaneously in various places.
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