The Empress's No.1 Lackey
Chapter 664 - 664: 451. Zhao Douan: Then break both legs, leave them with a breath (5,000).

"I will come with you." Mrs. Ning stood up from the hidden compartment at the bottom of the cabin, completely shielding her daughter behind her.

Because of this movement, she revealed herself completely, her heavy chest filling the eyes of the Cao Gang's top assassin.

Zuo Rong's eyes first showed surprise, then he was captivated by the dignity of this noble woman. Although Mrs. Ning had borne several children, in an era when people married early, she was still quite young despite being a mother.

Especially considering she was born into a wealthy family and was the legitimate wife of the Governor, her serene eyebrows and refined figure took Zuo Rong, accustomed to toy with women in the Cao Gang, by intense surprise. He looked down and said:

"Madam, do you know who we are?"

In the face of danger, with calm dignity, Mrs. Ning replied:

"To dare attack us, no matter which family, would not do so for money. The greatest use for my daughter and me, upon reflection, can only be as bargaining chips in negotiations with my husband."

"Haha, indeed the Governor's Wife is different from the whores on the flower boats." Zuo Rong laughed heartily, suddenly swinging a slap.

"Snap."

Mrs. Ning's head turned to the side from the blow, a handprint appearing on her pale cheek.

Zuo Rong squatted slightly, propping himself with a cane in his left hand, using his coarse fingers of the right hand to lift the Governor's Wife's chin, his gaze cold: "I most detest women who think they're smart."

As he spoke, his large hand slid down, intending to delve into Mrs. Ning's neckline and roughly grope.

Mrs. Ning stared at him, saying calmly:

"The people behind you, if they want to negotiate with my husband, must exchange something. At that time, I can ask my husband to tell your boss to trade for your life."

Zuo Rong's fingers halted, a fierce air arising, his body drawing closer, he laughed sinisterly: "Do you think, can you two be used as bargaining chips twice? And guess if a desperado like me would adhere to those stinking official rules? Oh right, I forgot to say, I prefer tender ones."

As he spoke, he glanced at the young girl protected behind the woman.

Mrs. Ning bit her lip, her blood-streaked eyes fixed on him, suddenly smiling charmingly: "Let the child leave, I'll talk with you alone."

Zuo Rong was taken aback, but his eyes showed a hint of consideration, and just then, a voice came from outside the cabin: "Mr. Rong, there's a ship coming closer behind!"

The top assassin of the Cao Gang furrowed his brows, stood up, leaving a remark "Tie these two up," before picking up the black rod on the ground and stepping out of the cabin.

Looking up, he was surprised to see that a suspected merchant ship had noticed the commotion here and was swiftly approaching.

On the deck, vaguely visible stood a young nobleman in splendid attire at the very front; beside him seemed to be a lady, along with a large group of house servants guarding them.

"Trouble..." Zuo Rong said displeasedly, "Let our ship intercept them and kill them. You all start the ship, prepare to leave."

No matter which young lord it was, since they had the guts to approach, may as well silence them all together.

...

Zhao Douan stood at the front of the deck, eyes wide in surprise, still holding a half-finished bowl of rice and chopsticks.

He pointed ahead with his chopsticks, curiously asking: "Is this being robbed by water bandits? So fierce?"

In the mountains are mountain bandits, on the water are water bandits, but on the journey south, encountering such a thing for the first time.

Eunuch Hai shook his head, saying: "We were far earlier, couldn't see clearly, but vaguely glimpsed this ship hoisting the flag of the Cao Transport Office."

Zhao Douan froze for a moment: "Is it transporting grain? No... this clearly carries people, then it's a government office ship from the Cao Transport Office? Who's so bold, dares to intercept an official ship?"

"Go take a look and we'll know." The old eunuch said calmly, then lightly exclaimed with interest: "It seems the other side is about to strike first."

Zhao Douan looked over, only to see that the blood-stained ship hadn't moved, but instead the nearby "Black Ship" veered directly towards them.

On the Black Ship, assassins of the Cao Gang unsheathed long knives, their killing aura rising, waiting only for the ships to approach for them to leap over and slaughter.

Isn't... the folks of Jiancheng Road so fierce? Zhao Douan clicked his tongue, casually saying: "Hou, greet them for me."

"Yes!" Hou Renmeng grinned broadly, waved his hand, and the elite of Lihua Hall drew crossbow arrows, aligned neatly, and launched a round of shots.

"Phew phew phew!"

Arrows flew like locusts, cutting down the Cao Gang assassins like wheat in an instant.

"Something's wrong! It's government troops!" People on the Black Ship were horrified, hurriedly dodging.

However, Song Jinxi, quick as a monkey, already coldly smiled, leading several Inner Palace Experts like arrows leaving the string, skimming over the river's surface, rushing onto the Black Ship, unwilling even to draw their blades, with fists and kicks, eliminating all the assassins.

In the distance, Zuo Rong, just about to sail away, his pupils shrank abruptly, secretly pondering:

Could it be, there's a total of two ships escorting Mrs. Ning? Are the two sides together?

No time to think further, Zuo Rong's heart hardened, the man already hefted the heavy black iron rod, wrapped in a fierce chill, ran several steps to the ship's stern, stomping heavily!

"Bang..."

The bow raised, the stern lowered, he actually moved the whole ship with his strength.

Then, borrowing strength like a cannonball, soared high, the masked assassin carrying the iron rod ignored the butchered Black Ship, but instead like an eagle in flight, with "sharp claws" reached towards the young nobleman in splendid attire standing at the bow in a spectating manner!

Capture the thief first, capture the king!

As long as he kills this leading young nobleman, the other guards will crumble without a fight.

Zuo Rong in mid-air, seeing the young nobleman still standing loosely, the guards around him also appearing relaxed and indifferent, entirely unaware, couldn't help but feel disdain, as if he could already envision the scene of smashing his head with one rod.