Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 245 - 159 Assassination

Chapter 245: 159 Assassination

He removed the scroll of paper and spread it out.

"Go immediately to the Red Stone Bridge, eighty li south of the city, ambush the prisoner transport cart, and kill Zheng Lijin. He is forty-two years old with a burn scar on his forehead, and there is a purple handkerchief tied to his prisoner cart."

After reading, Fang Zhixing’s face darkened slightly, and he couldn’t help knitting his brows into a knot.

"Ambush the prisoner cart!"

Fang Zhixing’s breathing involuntarily halted. This was an extremely serious crime, far surpassing the act of burning account books.

The nature of the crime had changed.

He turned to look at Hongye and pondered aloud, "Would the eldest son have done such an act of open defiance against the Court when he was the Master?"

Hongye also fell silent.

It was clear that while Luo Keji was in charge of Yixiang House, even though he navigated in the gray areas between black and white, there were still certain lines he would not cross.

There were things he could do and others he absolutely could not touch.

But now, the situation was different.

Luo Keji had already withdrawn himself, now in a high position and worry-free; he naturally had no need to care about boundaries anymore.

Yixiang House had now completely fallen, with no bottom line to speak of.

However, if anything went wrong, it would be Fang Zhixing who took the fall, bearing all the guilt.

As for Luo Keji, what a Teflon man!

After a while, Hongye spoke up, "You are in this position, you shouldn’t think too much, just complete the task at hand."

The implication was clear: all the thinking in the world wouldn’t help.

If you don’t do it, someone else will, ready to replace you at any time.

There’s no room for negotiation!

Fang Zhixing remained silent for a moment, then said with a faint smile, "Alright, go and inform Ma Zhengming and Qiao Quanlin to get ready."

Hongye nodded and turned to leave.

Xigou squeezed in from the doorway, sneering, "You better think this through clearly. By doing this ambush on the prisoner cart, you’ll have no way out, officially entering the criminal underworld, and there will be no redemption for you!"

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes and retorted irritably, "What useless crap are you spouting, do you have a better idea?"

Xigou had none; he just wanted to mock and have a taste of schadenfreude.

The more upset Fang Zhixing was, the happier Xigou became.

"Alas, when you’re under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head; you don’t have a choice now,"

Xigou said with a mockingly sympathetic sigh, his smug expression as if he completely understood how difficult it was for Fang Zhixing.

But that was the reality.

It could be said that Luo Keji had not only provided Fang Zhixing with irresistible conditions but also cruelly pushed him into a fiery pit.

A short while later, Ma and Qiao were ready.

Fang Zhixing instructed them to set off immediately and head for the ambush at Red Stone Bridge.

"Don’t worry, Master; we guarantee we will complete the task,"

Ma Zhengming, of the Four Beasts Realm, nodded and bowed, vowing solemnly.

The arrogant Qiao Quanlin looked skyward and did not say much, but the haughtiness between his brows did not diminish but increased instead.

Qiao Quanlin also moved into the west wing rooms, becoming neighbors with Ma Zhengming.

Although he was in the late stage of the Three Beasts Realm, his strength had also reached 80,000 jin, and he was somewhat stronger than Ma Zhengming, who was in the early stage of the Four Beasts Realm.

This meant that Qiao Quanlin was, in fact, stronger than Ma Zhengming.

What this implied went without saying.

The two men rode horses and left Yixiang House.

About an hour later, as the evening approached,

Fang Zhixing had also packed his bags.

Seeing this, Hongye asked in surprise, "Are you going to Red Stone Bridge as well?"

"Yes!"

Fang Zhixing nodded and said directly, "Although Ma and Qiao have some strength, they have both failed before, and I don’t feel at ease."

Hongye thought about it and agreed.

On the one hand, Fang Zhixing was going to secretly observe Ma and Qiao, and on the other hand, to be prepared for the unexpected.

If those two fools messed up, was he to take the fall for them?

Clip-clop, clip-clop~

One man and one dog quickly left the County, galloping southward on horseback.

After leaving the city, Fang Zhixing performed the "Bone Shrinking" skill, altering his stature and appearance.

It must be said, the art of Bone Shrinking was incredibly mystical; Fang Zhixing had completely transformed into another person.

Xigou was somewhat astonished, unable to recognize him at all!

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Eighty li south of the County was a small river, also a tributary of the Qingshui River.

This small river happened to be on the main thoroughfare.

For this reason, the Court specifically constructed a very sturdy stone bridge across both banks, which was the Red Stone Bridge.

In the twilight, two fast horses arrived at the north bank of the Red Stone Bridge.

Ma Zhengming sat on horseback, gazing at the Red Stone Bridge for a while and then asked, "Brother Qiao, the prisoner cart should be coming from the opposite side, right? Which side should we wait on?"

Qiao Quanlin surveyed the surroundings and replied, "The forest on the other side of the river is denser and more conducive to hiding. Let’s go over there."

"Ah, great minds think alike," Ma Zhengming laughed heartily, subtly flattering him.

The two quickly crossed the bridge, turned a corner, entered the dense forest, hid their horses, and then doubled back.

Ma Zhengming took cover behind a tree near the bridge.

Qiao Quanlin climbed a large tree beside the road to wait.

The sky quickly darkened.

Night fell, stars twinkled, insects chirped, frogs called, and a gentle breeze blew.

"Damn it, there are so many mosquitoes!"

Ma Zhengming slapped and killed seven or eight mosquitoes, leaving his hands covered in blood.

After nightfall, mosquitoes became particularly numerous.

Ma and Qiao were miserably uncomfortable, like blood bags, surrounded and bitten by hordes of mosquitoes.

Qiao Quanlin had already jumped down from the tree; it’s harder to keep still up there, making him an even more vulnerable target for the mosquito bites.

"What the hell, where’s the prisoner cart? What’s going on?"

Qiao Quanlin was very discontented, growing impatient as he complained, "The Master told us to come here immediately to block the bridge, but where is the prisoner cart?"

Ma Zhengming was also annoyed, saying, "Right, the Master’s information isn’t accurate at all. Isn’t this setting us up?"