649 Visitors on a Rainy Night
Some even wished, "May this master wipe out all the gangs in the city, and may he live a long and healthy life!"
Private discussions, admiration, and an unspoken, simple longing!
Behind these joyful expressions, Zhan Liuliang saw a deeper longing.
He could almost feel the villagers' inner desires—they wished all those thugs and ruffians would disappear and never return. This intense desire strengthened Zhan Liuliang's resolve and conviction.
'I did the right thing. These evil people should be completely eliminated, including that foreman who framed me!'
Zhan Liuliang trudged through the rain and wind, his eyes able to see a sliver of black and white clearly in the darkness, his steps firm and powerful.
The increasingly familiar, scorching power of the Flame Demon flowed within him, like a raging fire burning. A destructive force constantly tempted him, but it also granted him unprecedented physique, strength, and speed.
He moved swiftly through the familiar alleyways, his heart filled with determination and the flames of revenge.
Tonight, the wind is strong, the rain is heavy, and the sky is pitch black—truly a godsend!
The targets had already been chosen: the foreman who framed him and the constable. His eyes coldly gleamed as he thought, 'They're both going to die.'
Having traversed numerous dark alleyways and scouted the area several times, the rain and wind were heavy, and even after entering the city, no patrolling officials were seen.
In such cold weather, even thieves probably wouldn't want to go out to work, and the constables were no exception.
They chose a temporary hideout as a place to evade inspections and rest. This hideout was both secluded and convenient for them, allowing them to temporarily escape the control of their superiors while continuing their criminal activities.
Whether it's day or night, you never have to pay for food or drink. You can eat at whichever stall you like and even get a few coins in return.
By scouting the area thoroughly and observing carefully, Zhan Liuliang learned about the location and the daily routines of the yamen runners and squad leaders.
In his eyes, the unapproachable yamen runners were nothing more than ordinary people in the yamen, not particularly great. They were just newly promoted, having learned some farming skills, and didn't even have a proper mental cultivation method for yamen runners.
It's nothing more than a process of strengthening one's Qi and blood!
Zhan Liu's mind raced, his steps quickening as he thought to himself, 'With this kind of strength, I couldn't have withstood it in the slightest before, but now I could kill it like a dog.'
Thinking back, today should be a good day for the old foreman and the yamen runner, their day on duty.
The rain was pouring down, and the surroundings were dark. In the distance, two red lanterns swayed incessantly in the wind and rain, as if they might be extinguished by the strong wind at any moment.
Zhan Liuliang's footsteps gradually slowed as he cautiously approached his target.
Not far away, a two-room house with blue tiles came into view by the alley. That was the stronghold where the yamen runners rested and slacked off.
The entrance was pitch black and eerily quiet, with only a faint sliver of oil light filtering through the window, adding an eerie atmosphere to the darkness.
Zhan Liuliang looked agitated, as if an uncontrollable rage was about to erupt.
Every time Zhan Liuliang saw the two of them, he wanted to rush up and kill them both with a single stroke, but he managed to restrain himself.
At this moment, in the dead of night, with no one around and pitch black, the great vengeance in his heart was about to be realized, and his hands trembled with excitement, his heart filled with the thrill of battle.
Walking close to the wall, undeterred by the wind and rain, I carefully observed the outpost. It was dark and quiet outside, but inside it was anything but quiet.
Occasionally, voices and a woman's laughter could be heard, indicating that the people inside were enjoying their time.
Inside, the old foreman looked wary, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed desire.
Looking at the two subordinates he brought out tonight, one of whom was a relative of the emperor's family whom he had recently bribed to get in.
The weather was bad today, and the three of them were on night duty. The old foreman originally wanted to go out for a walk and then go back, leaving the two young men to continue the night patrol.
But the three of them had only been slacking off for a short while when suddenly the rain and wind picked up and the rain poured down. They had no choice but to light an oil lamp, and the old foreman had to take shelter inside and wait for the storm to pass.
The night grew deeper, and the wind and rain raged like a ferocious beast. Amidst the storm, suddenly, a rapid knocking on the door shattered the silence of the night.
The old foreman's heart tightened, he gripped the thin knife in his hand, and looked warily towards the door.
A woman's voice, unusually weak and trembling in the wind and rain, cried out, "Is anyone inside? Help! Let me in and hide!"
His own nephew looked reluctant and was about to open the door when the old man grabbed him, his eyes filled with a wary warning!
The woman outside looked even more pitiful, trembling as she pleaded, "Help! I sneaked out, it's so dark outside, I'm so scared. Please let me in to take shelter from the rain. I'm willing to be your slave."
A tempting voice came from inside.
The old foreman grew increasingly wary, while his nephew secretly peeked out through the crack in the door.
A woman, soaking wet and shivering, stood outside the door. She had delicate features and wore a long, thin robe, the color of her underwear faintly visible underneath.
She was all wet and visibly swollen, like a top courtesan who had escaped from a brothel. She was very pretty, but her face was full of fear and helplessness, making her all the more pitiful.
His mouth watered involuntarily, and he swallowed hard, whispering, "Uncle, it's real! And I bet she just arrived from some brothel. She's beautiful, so beautiful!"
Both the old and young foreman couldn't help but peek through the crack in the door, where only the faint light of an oil lamp shone through.
However, her delicate and charming appearance, graceful figure, and captivating beauty could not be concealed.
The old foreman's heart raced; he felt as if he were irresistibly drawn to this woman.
Gently opening the door, the beautiful woman before me revealed an undisguised mix of worry, fear, and surprise in her expression. Her beautiful face, lightly made up, made her look like a normal woman.
Without further hesitation, his heart burned with desire. He thought to himself, "She's much prettier than my wife." He quickly pulled the woman into the house and closed the door.
The woman shivered and hurried into the inner room. Her soaked clothes were thrown at the doorway, and the dripping water left a trail of damp marks on the floor. She frantically searched for a change of clothes.
"Thank you, gentlemen. My clothes are soaked. Do any of you have any clothes for me to change into?" After a moment, a voice came through, trembling slightly, as if weakened by the cold and fear.
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