The prime minister hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to wait until these deadpools recovered from their wounds before leaving.

The main reason was that the prime minister was worried that if Xiaoliu was the only one escorting him out, if something unexpected happened and Xiaoliu started fighting with others, there would be no other guards to protect the prime minister.

It was at this time that suddenly a few strangers appeared wandering in the alley.

This was something that was easily noticed by the Prime Minister and his group, who had always been highly vigilant.

Even though someone was following them, the Prime Minister and his men did not dare to show their dissatisfaction excessively.

In this way, we can live in peace!

But soon this apparent calm was broken again, as more and more hooligans gathered in this alley.

It was as if these people gathered here on purpose.

The prime minister looked out through the window covered with a layer of paper. Everyone outside was holding a weapon, and it was obvious that some of them didn't even know martial arts.

In his hands were the kitchen knife for chopping vegetables and the clothes drying rack for hanging clothes at home.

"Are you sure Wang Mazi? Is this thing really here?"

"What if he doesn't hand it over when the time comes!" The voice outside the door actually reached the prime minister's ears through a thin layer of door panel.

After hearing this, the prime minister started packing up without saying a word, preparing to escape again with the guards.

However, just when the prime minister was feeling regretful, the door of the house was suddenly kicked open.

It was kicked open by someone else, it was the hooligans outside.

When these ruffians saw the door was kicked open and the Prime Minister's men were inside the house, they were not afraid at all.

One by one, they came up to the prime minister with a grin on their faces and said, "This old man looks familiar to me!"

Another person chimed in: "Not only does it look familiar, I think it's exactly the same!"

Hearing this, the young man could no longer hold back the sword in his hand, as if the next second the sword was going to chop down the two smiling new brothers from other sects in front of him.

The prime minister was more scheming than the others, and without saying a word, he pinned down the guards around him.

At this time, the Prime Minister was dressed like a housekeeper who was responsible for looking after someone's household.

"I wonder why you are gathered at my master's door?"

When the prime minister spoke, his voice sounded particularly vicissitudes, but there was a smile on his face, and he looked amiable.

This smile was completely different from the serious and majestic portrait posted on the city wall.

Now these ruffians were a little hesitant for a moment.

After all, the portrait is indeed quite abstract, and only some facial features can be seen that are very similar to those of this butler.

But he is the prime minister, second only to the emperor and above everyone else. How could he look like the butler, who has been working so hard for a long time?

There was a local thug who was obviously more cunning. He came up and pulled up the prime minister's hand without saying a word, and carefully felt the calluses on his hand from top to bottom.

As he touched it, a sneer appeared on his face.

"You said you were a housekeeper, but how can there be a housekeeper like you? You don't even have a single callus on your hands. I think you are a pampered person!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the thugs gathered at the door rushed forward.

"It seems that I have decided to take the ten taels of gold!" said a scoundrel.

The person next to him said, "What do you mean by your ten taels of gold? We are the ones who see it. If I hadn't led the way, how could you have found such a remote place?"

Another person next to him interrupted.

"If not, I'll say I remember seeing someone similar. Can you follow the clues and find him?"

The prime minister stepped back slightly. At this time, the dead servants following behind the prime minister, some with their hands on the scabbards, and some with their backs behind their backs, ready to use hidden weapons.

Although they are no longer at their peak, they are still very powerful when facing ordinary people.

But these Deadpools cannot be exposed so early now.

The Prime Minister keenly noticed that there seemed to be some confusion among these ruffians, whether in terms of structure or distribution of interests, which led to these ruffians being so entangled.

At this time, the prime minister suddenly said with a sly smile: "I know who you think I am. You think I am the person in the poster on the city wall, but in fact, I am not you. Many people came to look for me before you!"

"The first and second times, these people even dragged me to the court, saying they wanted to send me to the capital, but it also ended in vain!"

"You should know that I have been to the government office more times than you hooligans. If I were really the person in the portrait, the county magistrate and prime minister here would not protect me. I was able to escape from the county magistrate's hall unscathed every time, which is enough to prove that I am not that person..."

As expected of the Prime Minister of the Celestial Empire who could debate with many scholars, these words had already confused these ruffians.

Now some hooligans directly followed the prime minister's words and said: "What should we do now... If this person is not the prime minister on the wanted list, then does it mean that our ten taels of gold have been completely wasted!"

This is exactly the effect the prime minister wants. For the prime minister, if he wants to resolve his own crisis, the most important thing is to disintegrate the enemy internally.

Only when the enemy collapses internally can the company make progress.

Now, under the Prime Minister's few words of instigation, these ruffians have stopped fighting.

They are just people looking at each other as if they are the enemy who murdered their father.

But they are still three forces, which means that everyone is safe for the time being, but this relationship may collapse at any time.

The Prime Minister sighed and said, "It doesn't really matter. It's just ten taels of gold!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the ruffians stopped arguing and turned their eyes to the prime minister.

"What do you mean by a mere ten taels of gold? You work in such a shabby yard, have you ever seen ten taels of gold?"

A scoundrel with a sarcastic look said this with a smile.

The prime minister pretended to be angry, glared at the man, and then said: "I have no chance of making a fortune, but my master is the owner of this courtyard. He also has some assets in the capital. He just has a manor here and sent this old slave here!"

"You should know that my master will not only reward people with ten taels of gold, but if he meets someone who is powerful and capable of fighting, he can even give twenty taels of gold!"

The prime minister was well versed in the art of making big promises, and as soon as he said this, the eyes of the thugs who had gathered around him all lit up.