Chapter 65: The King of Hell is Easy to Provoke
Chapter 65: The King of Hell is Easy to Provoke
Guangzhou, General's Office
After a long journey of more than ten days, Yan Xiaoguo and Wang Zhongjun finally arrived at the border of Guangzhou with dozens of their loyal soldiers.
Before they could sit down and have a sip of tea to rest, they were invited to the general's mansion after the night raid.
Looking at the extremely messy General's Mansion in front of him and the fact that most of the elite soldiers in the General's Mansion were missing, Yan Xiaoguo's charcoal-like face showed no joy or anger.
He turned around and glanced at Deputy Governor Feng who was waiting silently beside him, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Tell me what happened. How could such a big thing happen just before we arrived?!"
The middle-aged military officer's tone was a little bitter, but he still told the whole story of the night attack in detail to Yan and Wang.
"Last night at 11:00 p.m., after discussing logistics with Lord Fu, I left the government office to handle business.
So I was not in the government office when the incident happened. It was not until the guards called me back to take charge of the matter in the middle of the night that I discovered that Lord Fu's head and body had been separated and turned into a charred corpse. "
"As the highest-ranking military officer in the garrison, what kind of business could make you leave your post and stay out all night?!"
Yan Xiaoguo's voice was a little cold, and his pair of tiger eyes pressed towards Feng Hai with intimidating power.
The middle-aged military officer's face turned red under the threat, and he replied hurriedly.
"It's just some garrison troops and the Thirteen Hongs' opium den business."
"Humph, it's you, a bunch of fat-bellied parasites, who have brought this country to this state. You all deserve to die!"
Yan Xiaoguo's murderous intent suddenly increased, and under his pressure, he forced Feng Hai to half-kneel on the ground.
"Since you are an official appointed by the imperial court, I will not kill you today.
There will be an imperial envoy coming to ask about your matter in the future.
Get up and show me the dead bodies."
Yan Xiaoguo put away his intimidating power and walked towards the mansion.
It was a bit hot and humid in Guangzhou in July, and the small courtyard that was converted into a temporary morgue was a bit crowded.
Yan Xiaoguo looked at the guard with numerous cuts on his face, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.
In the scorching summer of Guangzhou, the dead man's face was covered with tiny bloody wounds, as if it had been blown by a cold winter wind.
It was really too strange. Yan Xiaoguo thought about it for a while but still had no clue. He simply ignored the guards of the general's mansion who died in tragic ways and carefully looked at the four bodies in the center of the courtyard.
Wang Zhongjun looked at Fu Qi's body, which was torn apart and half-cooked, and endured the stench and smell of meat as he examined the fat old man's body inch by inch.
"Brother, I cut off his head with one blow, and there was not a single scratch on the bone.
He is very strong and his knife is very fast. He is an expert in knife wielding."
Wang Zhongjun's face looked a little solemn. Even he would have to use all his strength to cut such a cross section so smoothly.
When Yan Xiaoguo heard Wang Zhongjun's judgment, he also leaned forward to investigate the cause of death of the other three martial artists.
Zhao Er's face was beaten to pieces, his facial bones were shattered, but the rest of his body was unharmed.
Yan Xiaoguo used his hands to peel off the facial bones and skull and took a closer look.
His brain had turned into a mess and it looked like he had died instantly.
"Come and take a look, Mr. Zhong."
Yan Xiaoguo waved his hand and asked Wang Zhongjun to come over and take a look, and then he went to look at the other two bodies.
One was Zhao Bo, who was shot in the chest from behind and died on the spot.
Another person was Song Jin, who was beheaded by a knife but had no injuries on his body.
Yan Xiaoguo looked at the two bodies that died very neatly and felt a little puzzled.
These two men are at least second-level martial artists, so how come they seem to be completely unable to fight back and offer no resistance at all in the face of the enemy?
"Brother, this man is very good at using the spear. The force reaches the tip of the spear. With one strike, he injected the force into the brain of this martial artist and killed him. He is really a master who should not be underestimated." Wang Zhongjun opened the skull, pieced together the facial bones, and made careful inferences.
"The gun he used was probably not his own, but that of the headless martial artist."
Yan Xiaoguo had a sharp eye and guessed the weapon used by the assassin at a glance.
"One slash of the sword killed the spearman, two shots killed the broadsword man, and the last shot pierced the chest and killed the last man. Brother, if this was done by one person, he must be a master who has mastered the sword and gun skills!"
Yan Xiaoguo's face showed no emotion, he just nodded and walked to Fuqi's head.
"In one third of a minute, he killed twenty foreign riflemen and three second-class martial arts masters, and then he was able to escape without leaving any trace.
Commander Feng, I don't think you would say that you have provoked Zhang Hongsheng, right? "
Wang Zhongjun looked at Feng Hai with some disgust, and did not give the deputy governor any face in his words.
"Many of my brothers have died trying to clean up the mess for you corrupt officials!
If you don't give an explanation for this attack, you can suppress the rebels yourself!"
Feng Hai just lowered his head, remained silent, but slowly clenched his fists.
"He has perfect strength, is an expert at both swords and spears, and has practiced at least four times. Do you have any activities involving such people in Guangzhou recently?!"
Yan Xiaoguo looked at Feng Hai, feeling a little curious.
If they really had a mortal feud with the Grandmaster, then how come only Fu Qi died when the Grandmaster attacked them?
Yan Xiaoguo felt that there must be something fishy going on, but the information was insufficient, so he had to ask more.
"Apart from that Grand Master, there is only one person in Fujian and Guangdong who meets this requirement."
"Who?" Yan Xiaoguo wanted to kill.
"Hongsheng Pavilion Master Chen Sheng!
Only he has the ability to treat so many elite soldiers as nothing."
The middle-aged military officer said the name he had prepared long ago, and there seemed to be some hatred in his words.
Yan Xiaoguo nodded and continued to ask: "Has there been any dragons crossing the river recently? Is there anything missing from the General's Mansion?"
“Lord Fu’s courtyard was completely burned down, and it’s hard to find any clues.
As for Guojianglong, a golden building was built in Foshan some time ago. However, the owner of the building is just a young man, who is probably a young man who took advantage of the power of the martial arts association to make a fortune.
He shouldn’t be able to commit such a serious crime.”
The middle-aged military officer wiped his sweat and replied in a low voice.
"That's not necessarily true, the young people nowadays are very powerful!
Okay, there is nothing for you to do here, go to the death row and find a few prisoners and behead them."
Yan Xiaoguo snorted coldly, waved his hand, and asked Feng Hai to find a few scapegoats to control the outside world's public opinion.
Seeing that the outsiders had left, Wang Zhongjun came over.
"Brother, this Feng has ulterior motives. He might be the one who did this and wants to hide the truth behind the scenes!"
Yan Xiaoguo thought about the two martial artists who seemed to be caught off guard and were ambushed. He nodded and then shook his head.
“It’s possible, but there are too many doubts and too few clues, so let’s ignore it for now.
We are here to suppress the rebellion and wipe out the traitors.
That’s all we need to do.”
Yan Xiaoguo had seen too many unsolved cases and had long since stopped caring about solving tragic cases. If Fu Qi's death had not delayed his schedule, he would not have cared about this trivial matter.
"After marching for many days, even the strongest men can't stand it.
Zhongjun, I will pay for you guys to have a good rest today.
We'll talk about these dirty things tomorrow."
Yan Xiaoguo has been fighting on the battlefield for many years and knows what is the most urgent task.
Looking at Wang Zhongjun's back, Yan Xiaoguo remembered his face covered with bloody wounds.
It’s weird.
(End of this chapter)