"Face?"
"What face do you still want!"
Yang Ge bellowed angrily, grabbed Shen Fa by the collar, lifted him, and started smashing him left and right.
Although he didn’t use his full strength, Shen Fa, with his Qi Sea Realm capabilities, wasn’t so weak as to crumble easily.
But such a method of hitting brought both psychological and physiological impacts, and still left Shen Fa crying out in pain.
After about five or six rounds of smashing, Yang Ge let go, stood with his hands on his hips, and looked down from his height, loudly declaring, "I’m telling you, if you plot against me again, I’ll break your legs!"
Finishing his declaration, he glared around at the surrounding constables who were pointing their steel blades at him.
His fierce gaze terrified the constables, causing them to step back.
Yang Ge turned and walked away, breaking into a run after a few steps, laughing loudly as he ran, joyful like a child over a hundred pounds.
Shen Fa spat a few mouthfuls of dust, propped up his scattered frame, and, looking at the retreating figure of Yang Ge, shouted, "Where are you going?"
Without turning his head, Yang Ge shouted back, "I’m going home!"
What?
You ran all this way just to beat me up?
Shen Fa, caught off guard, roared furiously, "Yang Ergou, I’m not through with you!"
"Hahaha..."
Meanwhile, Yang Ge’s laughter grew louder as he ran back the way he came, determined not to give Shen Fa a chance to get even.
Pedestrians on the street, seeing this man who dared to beat a high officer in public, swiftly moved to the sides of the street, fearful of getting involved...
Seeing this, Yang Ge, without turning back, shouted loudly, "Take some time to clean your yard properly. Don’t keep collecting every damn thing in your house. You may not care about losing face, but I’m embarrassed for you!"
Shen Fa jumped with rage: "Your mother..."
Before he could finish his curse, Yang Ge had already disappeared around the corner at the end of the long street.
At that moment, the old carriage Yang Ge had encountered along the way turned the corner.
They watched in confusion as this young man they had once met sprinted past like the wind, then glanced back at the dust-covered figure of Shen Fa from afar.
From a distance, Shen Fa also caught sight of the carriage and the dark-skinned man with the segmented spear beside it.
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His anger frozen on his face, he quickly covered his face with his sleeve and hurried towards the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner’s office: "What are you all gaping at? Aren’t we embarrassed enough? If I had to rely on you for protection, I’d have died eight times over..."
As he stepped through the door of the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner, he couldn’t help but smile, but forced it back down and, without looking back, ordered, "Summon the painter to see me immediately!"
At the street corner, the dark-skinned man also burst into laughter, a laughter filled with relief.
...
Yang Ge, carrying a bag of bread, blended into the last wave of people leaving Luoyang.
After walking a mile or two, he looked back at the setting sun, then kicked up dust as he sprinted toward Lu Ting.
Night roads?
I can make my way home on night roads too!
The more he ran, the lighter and more exhilarated he felt.
It was as if the vast heavens and earth had suddenly transformed into a realm of freedom.
Even his True Qi and martial skills were no longer just armor and blades but became like the money in a bank account and the fuel in a tank, ready to take him anywhere he wished to go...
"Wow!"
He howled like a newly transformed monkey, leaping five or six yards in a bound.
It was the end of the year in Xiping eleven when he had first reached Wei.
Now, it was the beginning of Xiping fourteen.
After two years, he had finally geared up to confront the persistent dampness and shadows that loomed over his life.
Living in the moment...
...
The sun set and the moon rose.
Stars filled the sky, illuminating the snow.
After running for about an hour and a half, Yang Ge suddenly stopped short, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery: "Could I have taken the wrong path?"
He scratched his head, looking back and forth: "No, this is the official road, I didn’t take a wrong turn..."
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to walk a bit further; if it still didn’t seem right, he planned to just find a place to spend the night and ask for directions in the morning.
He had walked another five or six miles when he suddenly noticed a light ahead, which seemed to outline something like the shape of a house under the moonlight.
In his excitement, he quickened his pace towards the light.
Before he got closer, he heard the sound of fighting...
"Can it really be this melodramatic?"
He hesitated for a moment but still scratched his head and moved closer, only to find that the building was actually an inn for officials and travelers, also used for changing horses.
Becoming even more puzzled, he leapt onto the wall, and saw inside the courtyard of the inn: flames everywhere and a group of constables in plain clothes, struggling against a group of masked assassins in black, wielding assorted weapons.
Both groups were numerous, but at first glance, the assassins outnumbered the constables by at least two to one.
Together, there must have been at least one hundred and fifty people.
’Big scene!’
Yang Ge thought for a moment, pulled down the sweat towel from his waist to cover his face, summoned his True Qi and bellowed, "Stop fighting, what’s all this racket in the middle of the night? Don’t you all have any civic mindedness? Don’t the neighbors need to sleep?"
His lion-like mighty shout stunned the many constables and black-clad assassins inside the inn, who looked at each other in bewilderment.
The constables: ’Is this weirdo one of yours?’
The assassins: ’Isn’t he with you?’