To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 135 Shedding the Disguise! Storming the Feng Manor!

Zhang Fan's shout rang out in the night sky of Changzi County.

The eight hundred soldiers behind him did not hesitate.

They followed Zhang Fan's figure and rushed quickly towards the prefectural governor's mansion.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed across the ground of Changzi County, startling many sleeping residents.

The windows of the houses lining both sides of the street were open.

Many people peered out from behind cracks in the doors and through gaps in the windows, watching the army running through the night.

What did they see?

They saw an army covered in blood and exuding murderous intent.

This army was not wearing the armor of the Qin Dynasty; they were only dressed in tight-fitting clothes.

But the weapons in each of their hands gleamed in the moonlight.

The young man in white who was in the lead was tall and straight.

He held an ancient longsword in one hand, the blade exuding an imposing aura in the night.

"That...that is..."

"It's Master Zhang! The same Master Zhang who entered the city during the day!"

"My God! What is he going to do? Where is he going with so many soldiers?"

"The sword in his hand...it looks so familiar?"

The people were discussing it, utterly shocked.

This scene was even more impactful than the eerie blood-red fireworks in the sky.

Some of the more timid ones had already retreated back inside and were blocking the door.

Some of the bolder ones followed at a distance, wanting to see what was going on.

Zhang Fan ignored all of this.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

kill!

Kill them all!

He moved faster and faster, with eight hundred soldiers following closely behind, none of them falling behind.

This powerful aura created a tense atmosphere along the entire street.

"Clang—!"

A sword rang out.

Zhang Fan drew the Ding Qin sword from his hand.

The moment the sword was drawn, a cold light pierced the night sky.

"Whoever wields this sword will feel as if His Majesty himself is present!"

A cold voice rang in everyone's ears.

All the people who witnessed this scene, whether standing or hiding, felt their legs go weak.

A sense of awe made them involuntarily kneel down.

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live the Qin Dynasty!"

Shouts echoed from every corner of the street.

At this moment, Zhang Fan and the eight hundred soldiers behind him, carrying the will of the First Emperor, were about to judge evil.

At this moment, the momentum reached its peak.

……

at the same time.

Inside the prefectural governor's residence.

Feng Jing's anxiety and unease also reached their peak.

That loud bang, that blood-red firework, was like a thorn piercing his heart.

"Something's not right...something's really not right!"

He paced back and forth in the brightly lit study with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with doubt.

Tonight is the time for Wei Sheng's batch of "goods" to leave the city.

But at this critical juncture, this strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.

Is it a coincidence?

Or... is someone pulling the strings behind the scenes?

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became, and the more he felt a chill in the night wind.

"Master! Master!"

Just then, a trusted aide rushed in, his face full of panic.

"What's the matter that you're so panicked?!"

Feng Jing's heart sank, and he shouted.

"The person we sent to the Good Children's Hall... escaped... escaped back!"

The aide said breathlessly.

Feng Jing's pupils contracted.

Before he could ask any further questions—

"Bang!"

The study door was kicked open from the outside.

A guard covered in dirt and with bloodstains on his face ran in and collapsed at Feng Jing's feet.

It was the trusted leader who had escaped back earlier.

"Mansion...Master of the Mansion!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

He let out a wail, his voice filled with terror.

"The...the Good Children's Hall! It's been...it's been raided!"

"What?!"

Feng Jing and his trusted advisor were both greatly alarmed.

"It's...it's Zhang Fan! It's that Immortal Master Zhang!"

The head guard cried out:

"He...he led a large group of people and stormed into the Good Children's Hall, killing everyone in sight!"

"There's blood everywhere!"

"And...and he is now..."

"They're leading their men and charging towards our residence!!"

These words were spoken.

Feng Jing and his staff member were completely blank.

Zhang Fan?

Why is it him again?

How...how is this possible?

"impossible!"

The trusted aide was the first to cry out, his face filled with disbelief.

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Our spy planted next to him just sent back a message!"

"They say he spends all his time in brothels, indulging in women and oblivious to worldly affairs!"

"He...he's just a good-for-nothing! A lecherous bastard!"

"How could he possibly..."

Feng Jing's face turned extremely ugly in that instant.

He figured it out.

goat?

Obsessed with women?

It's all a disguise.

From the first day he entered the city, from the moment he stepped into Ji Honglou!

It was all a setup!

It was a scam targeting Feng Jing and the entire interest group in Shangdang County.

This young man named Zhang Fan was far more cunning and ruthless than he had imagined.

He's not an incompetent fool.

It's a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Is he trying to rebel?!"

Feng Jing was so angry that he trembled all over, and his nails dug into his palms.

I'm furious!

What angered him even more was that he had actually believed it.

They actually thought that a "celestial master" who could win the favor of the First Emperor and be bestowed with the Ding Qin Sword would be a simple character.

madness!

That's incredibly stupid!

However, now is not the time for anger and regret.

"Quickly! Go to the front yard! Give this man..."

Feng Jing hadn't finished speaking—

"Kill them all!!!"

"Capture Feng Jing alive—!!!"

Shouts of battle were already coming from the direction of the front yard.

The sounds of noise, the clash of weapons, screams, and pleas for mercy filled the air in an instant.

Zhang Fan...

He's already broken in!

Feng Jing's face instantly turned from ashen to ashen.

So fast!

How could it be so fast?

Even running at full speed, it would take half an hour to get from Shantongtang to the prefectural governor's residence.

How could he possibly...?

"Lord! Lord! What should we do?"

His trusted advisors were so frightened that they were completely disoriented, clinging to Feng Jing's leg and trembling.

What should I do?

A flicker of despair flashed in Feng Jing's eyes, but it was instantly replaced by a fierce determination.

We haven't lost yet!

He had been operating in Changzi County for decades, and his cronies were everywhere.

Even if Zhang Fan was incredibly powerful, he only led less than a thousand men, and they weren't even armored.

What can he use to fight against himself?

if only……

As long as we can stall for time!

The delay lasted until Commandant Han Zhen arrived with 5,000 troops from the city.

At that time, they will be attacked from both inside and outside, trapping the turtle in a jar.

Even if Zhang Fan is a dragon, he still has to coil up.

Thinking of this, Feng Jing felt at ease.

He kicked his trusted advisor, a decisive glint in his eyes.

"What's the panic!"

He shouted to his few remaining trusted henchmen:

"Pass down the order! All guards, hold the line in the front yard at all costs!"

"Tell them! Hold out for fifteen minutes, and each person will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!"

"Hold on for half an hour, and you'll be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

"in addition……"

He pointed at his trusted aide, a murderous glint in his eyes.

"You, go to the stone house now! Get rid of everyone locked inside!"

"Leave no one alive!"

"Then, take the rest of you and follow me!"