Yang Tiansheng scratched his head in shock, "Can... can you really play like that? Dark or not, it’s you officials who are the real masters of deception, with the word ’official’ made up of two mouths, red or white you say as you please!"
Yang Ge: "Cut the crap, where’s that old goods at?"
Yang Tiansheng hesitated and dared not speak.
Although he was usually offbeat, he knew what was important.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so infuriated yet still advising Yang Ge not to act rashly.
Yang Ge: "Gone dumb? Speak up!"
Yang Tiansheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "This matter can’t be rushed, let the young master discuss it with the family first."
Yang Ge rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I alone am going to slaughter that old thief; what does it have to do with the Ming Sect? Am I a member of the Ming Sect? Even the emperor wouldn’t dare to recruit me, would the Ming Sect?"
Yang Tiansheng: ’He spoke so reasonably, I had no retort.’
He scratched his head vigorously and anxiously said, "Don’t be in such a hurry, right? You just arrived in Hangzhou, can’t we find a good restaurant, eat, and then go for the kill?"
Yang Ge calmly said: "No rush, we’ll eat after the kill!"
Yang Tiansheng’s eyes widened as he looked at him... he had to admit, he was thoroughly impressed by Yang Ge’s domineering attitude, cloaked in the calmest of tones.
"Damn it, don’t you get struck by lightning on rainy days?"
He complained about Yang Ge, but secretly his own heart was racing, so he just gave up: "That old thief is in Hangzhou, Shanshui Garden."
Yang Ge nodded and turned to wave at the distant Ming Sect disciples.
Yang Tiansheng asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Yang Ge was even more puzzled, "What else? Obviously, looking for someone to show the way!"
Yang Tiansheng incredulously pointed to his own nose, "Am I not a person?"
Yang Ge gave him a look as if caring for the mentally challenged, "Did you forget what you just said? The Ming Sect can’t get involved in this, with your big pancake face Yang Erha, wouldn’t you pull all the blame to the Ming Sect if you show up?"
"No way!"
Yang Tiansheng grabbed his arm tightly, his head shaking like a rattle, "Such great fun and you’re not taking young master with you, that’s worse than killing me!"
"Then I’m sorry."
Yang Ge coldly shook off his arm, "For the happiness and well-being of those hundreds of thousands in the Ming Sect, I can only sacrifice you alone!"
Determined, Yang Tiansheng grabbed his arm again, "Good brother, show some loyalty!"
Yang Ge again shook off his arm, "Being brothers means showing loyalty, I watch the fun while you take the beating!"
Yang Tiansheng, in impotent fury, was just about to threaten Yang Ge, ’If you don’t include me, it’s going to be a lose-lose situation’...
but Yang Ge swiftly silenced him with a quick chop to his neck.
As a martial artist, he had professional control over pressure points and strength!
And Yang Tiansheng, completely unprepared for Yang Ge to strike, took a chop to the neck, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed straight backward.
Yang Ge caught him, then again waved towards the Ming Sect disciples who had witnessed the whole "assault," equally disbelieving.
As Yang Tiansheng’s confidants, they obviously knew whom Yang Tiansheng had come to meet today.
In Yang Tiansheng’s own words: ’Yang Erlang, that’s my brother thicker than water, though we have different mothers!’
Brothers?
Like this?
He isn’t a spy sent by the court to suppress our Ming Sect, is he?
A group of befuddled Ming Sect disciples, each with their own thoughts, quickly converged, inconspicuously surrounding Yang Ge and Yang Tiansheng in the bustling district.
Yang Ge, pretending to be oblivious to their little maneuvers, casually pulled over a disciple, stuffing the unconscious Yang Tiansheng into his arms, "Leave one person to guide me, the rest take this fellow back... don’t wake him up just yet."
The disciples, just when they thought they had figured everything out, were once again stymied by his actions; they looked cluelessly at the sleeping beauty Yang Tiansheng, then at Yang Ge who acted as if he was no stranger, unsure of what to do next.
Yang Ge looked around and raised an eyebrow, "Who’s in charge here, step forward and speak up!"
A middle-aged man in blue, dressed similarly to Yang Tiansheng with a scholarly aura unlike the others, stepped forward respectfully and saluted Yang Ge, "Second Master, I’m Wei Xin, humbly in charge of Qingmu Hall."
Yang Ge stretched out his hand and brought him forward, whispering, "Find someone to lead me to Shanshui Garden, you take these people and look after this fellow. Don’t let him come and stir up trouble, and cause problems for the Ming Sect!"
"Shanshui Garden?"
Wei Xin glanced at Yang Ge in shock, instantly understanding why Yang Ge had knocked their chief unconscious.
This turmoil, their own chief really cannot afford to get involved...
No, truly worthy of being Second Master!
Directly off the boat, not even a sip of water, and he’s off to kill someone!
And not just anyone, but the former Minister of Revenue, leader of the Zhe faction, Geng Jingzhong!
So damn audacious, I almost want to join in the excitement too!
Wei Xin, parched and swallowing saliva, respectfully bowed, "Yes, Second Master!"
After speaking, he scanned the crowd, singled out a nondescript, lean man in hemp and whispered to him, then led a group of Ming Sect disciples, glancing back three times with each step, integrating Yang Tiansheng into the crowd and quickly departing.
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Over twenty people, moving apart and together in the bustling crowd, notably unobtrusive...
’Deserving of the family of rebels for generations!’
After watching them leave, Yang Ge admired internally, turning to the nondescript, shrinking man in hemp and said, "Lead the way!"