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The surprise came too suddenly.
It came so abruptly that even Yang Ge himself couldn’t believe how smoothly things were going, feeling incredulous like Jing Ke arriving at Xianyang to assassinate the King of Qin, only to ask for directions on the outskirts of the city and by chance seize the incognito, portly King of Qin.
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’Could it be that even the heavens want this bastard dead?’
To avoid being deceived by a decoy or something similar, the astute Yang Ge kept his joy firmly in check, feigning a smile as he bowed with his hands clasped: "Please lift your noble foot, you’ve stepped on my money."
Zhao Liang too felt the surprise was too sudden.
These days, he was troubled by Wang Zeng’s Five Peaks Fleet slipping out of control, wishing to support another group of pirate marauders to stabilize his base, yet constrained by his limited understanding of maritime affairs and foreigners from the West to make any long-term plans.
But as the saying goes, lose at sunrise, gain at sunset.
He had just lost a loyal but rebellious dog, and now he had acquired a great talent for expanding territory!
He was not one of those ignorant fools. His fleet had already ventured on the Maritime Silk Road more than a decade ago, reaching as far as East Africa and Europe. Moreover, with increased visits to Wei by various foreigners in recent years and extensive contact with his forces, he had gained some understanding of foreign lands, including this "New World" the man had mentioned, which he had also heard about from the Frankish merchants...
Therefore, when his subordinates reported the man’s shocking remarks, Zhao Liang hurried over in excitement to receive the wise!
’The diligent are favored by the heavens, and indeed this prince should achieve this unparalleled feat!’
Upon thinking of the gold and vast fertile lands overseas, Zhao Liang was so excited that he nearly reached a cerebral climax, but his experience and composure gained from holding power for a long time allowed him to restrain his joy, forcing out a warm smile as he approached and took Yang Ge’s wrist in a friendly greeting: "Young man, do you know who I am?"
Yang Ge:...
Suppressing his urge to attack, he strived for yet more stability, feigning a mixture of surprise and fear, speaking softly: "I have yet to ask..."
Seeing his harmless, scared little rabbit appearance, Zhao Liang’s smile grew even warmer: "I am the ruler of Ningguo, Prince Ning of Wei!"
Yang Ge’s mouth fell open slightly: "Are you really Prince Ning? Isn’t that amazing?"
Zhao Liang stood tall and proud, turning around to gesture with a wave of his hand.
In an instant, hundreds of Prince Ning’s guards clad in brocade and carrying ox-tail sabers stepped out from the surrounding crowd, bowing their fists towards Prince Ning: "Long live the Prince, long live, long live!"
Zhao Liang smiled slightly, turning his gaze towards Yang Ge, waiting for him to bow in submission.
After looking around, Yang Ge finally lifted the corners of his mouth that he had been suppressing, with laughter quickly spreading from his lips to his eyes.
He smoothly switched from Cantonese to the Lu Ting accent: "Oh... so you’re the motherfucking Prince Ning?"
Zhao Liang’s mind went blank: ???
Yang Ge remained silent with a smile, casually gesturing to the nearest guard of the Prince’s estate.
With a clear "clang" of a sword ringing out, the guard’s ox-tail saber leaped from its sheath and shot into Yang Ge’s palm.
’If I had known it would be this easy, I would have brought my Cold Moon treasure saber with me...’
As he laughed to himself, he thrust the ox-tail saber towards Prince Ning’s chest in a backhanded strike.
Zhao Liang finally reacted, his fury rising as he swept out a verdant and vibrant Qi Force towards the saber, shouting: "How dare you!"
"Audacious!"
"Quick, save the Prince!"
"Scoundrel, release the Prince at once..."
The rest of Prince Ning’s guards also came to their senses, drawing their swords in a mix of shock and rage and rushing to their master’s aid.
Among the crowd, three figures surged forward the fastest, nearly reaching Yang Ge in the blink of an eye.
But...
"Puchi."
The ordinary ox-tail saber burst forth with a brilliance it had never before displayed, slicing through the lush Qi Force as easily as a blade through tofu, plunging deeply into Prince Ning’s chest in a single blow...
Time and space seemed to freeze at that moment.
All the guards watched clearly as a spray of fresh blood spattered from the back of Prince Ning’s heart, their expressions changing from shock and anger to dark despair and thick fear in an instant.
The three figures who had almost reached Yang Ge were forced by the Prince he had pulled in front of him to leap back rapidly, forming a triangle around Yang Ge. Although their eyes were filled with fury and they longed to intervene, they dared not advance, limited by their reluctance to endanger Prince Ning further, and resorted to shouting and cursing...
This assassin was ruthless, for he truly stabbed Prince Ning!
And Prince Ning, pierced through by Yang Ge’s saber, neither died on the spot nor weakened from excessive blood loss but stood firmly in place.
He appeared to have practiced a martial art with exceptional life-preserving skills, for even the wounds torn open by Yang Ge’s saber Qi swiftly stopped bleeding after the injury. Aside from looking a bit pale, he didn’t at all resemble someone about to die from being run through by a saber.
They say villains die from talking too much.
But with the saber already inside Prince Ning’s chest, Yang Ge was hardly afraid of a counterattack. Gripping the handle, he watched with great interest as Prince Ning’s face displayed a complex mix of shock, rage, fear, regret, and again rage, like a kaleidoscope of emotions. He felt an immense sense of satisfaction...
A simple death would be too kind for this old bastard!
Let him savor the great terror of death!
While Yang Ge observed Prince Ning,
Prince Ning was also making an effort to recognize him. After dismissing his flashy attire and heavy makeup, he found the face before him familiar. Combining the man’s extraordinary saber technique and his Heluo accent, Zhao Liang belatedly ground his teeth and said: "Are you Yang Erlang?"
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