GBP Chapter 944 The Backer is Dead
Chapter 944 The Backer is Dead
"No, no, it's not Ye Xiao..."
Before the clerk could explain, the prefect had already come out of the hall, a monk with a beaming smile to greet him.
However, he was met with a cold face; this was hardly Ye Xiao.
"Men, seize the prefect!" Zhang Rong said coldly.
"Zhang Rong, what are you trying to do? Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're a deputy commander. You don't have the right to call the shots in Meizhou City," the prefect said angrily, completely disregarding Zhang Rong.
It wasn't until two guards pinned him to the ground that the prefect realized the seriousness of the situation.
"I want to see Lord Ye; he will seek justice for me."
The prefect said angrily.
"You want to see Ye Xiao? Hahaha!" Zhang Rong laughed loudly, "That day won't be far off. Throw him in jail and let him await his fate!"
Human destiny is so dramatic; one second you're happily counting money, and the next you're in a dark and hopeless prison.
Even now, he still doesn't know what happened and keeps shouting that he wants to see Ye Xiao.
"Your Excellency, there's no need to shout. Ye Xiao is already dead. Zhang Rong is the commander!"
The advisor was also imprisoned.
"What did you say? Why didn't you say so earlier?" The prefect was trembling with anger.
There was a secret passage in the main hall of the yamen leading directly to the outside of Meizhou City. He originally had a chance to escape, but instead, he delivered himself right to the door.
"You didn't give me a chance to speak," the advisor replied, feeling wronged.
Zhang Rong's reason for arresting them was simple: as the official in charge of Meizhou City, he not only failed to solve the case for the people, but also spread rumors and intimidated them into going to the refuge in Shushan.
Such actions are unforgivable sins.
After cleaning up the government office, Lin Ping and Zhang Rong didn't rest; they had to fulfill their promise to the people.
From this day forward, no one may bring weapons into the city.
Those who have already brought weapons into the city must voluntarily surrender them within one day.
According to Lin Ping, martial arts practitioners are also citizens and have the right to live in the city, but they cannot enjoy any privileges, cannot bring weapons into the city, and cannot rely on their superior martial arts skills to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Upon receiving the news, the martial arts practitioners in the city remained unconcerned and continued to walk recklessly through the streets with their weapons.
Lin Ping did not immediately order his men to take action because it was within the deadline.
That night, martial arts practitioners still occupied the entire city of Meizhou, and several fights even broke out.
Lin Ping remained calm because it was within the deadline.
The next day at noon, the deadline set by Lin Ping had passed, and surprisingly, no one had voluntarily surrendered their weapons.
This time, Lin Ping was furious. He wanted to set things right and restore a clear sky to Meizhou City.
"Zhang Rong, let's go!"
For some reason, Zhang Rong couldn't meet Lin Ping's eyes; a chill ran through him.
In short, he was worried for those so-called martial arts practitioners.
And so, hundreds of soldiers followed Lin Ping and marched into the street.
The local people spontaneously lined up in two rows to witness this historic moment.
Once all martial arts practitioners are expelled, their lives will be completely changed.
No longer needing to worry about being killed by martial arts practitioners at night, they could swagger out freely, yearning for a lively nightlife.
"Stop them!"
Lin Ping quickly spotted his target: two men in green robes, each wielding a long sword, were walking around brazenly.
These were well-trained soldiers who quickly surrounded the two.
"Put down your weapons, and we'll spare your lives!"
Lin Ping said angrily, his whole body exuding murderous intent.
"Who are you, kid? What makes you think we should lay down our weapons? Do you want to offend the Wushan Sword Sect?" the two said confidently, inadvertently revealing their identities as members of the Wushan Sword Sect.
That's one of the three great sword sects, something they can be very proud of.
“Unless the Wushan Sword Sect members are all inhuman, then we must abide by the rules of Meizhou City.” Lin Ping took two steps forward.
"You dare to insult the Wushan Sword Sect? You're asking for trouble!" The two drew their swords and thrust them straight at Lin Ping's chest, completely disregarding the hundreds of soldiers around them.
In the land of Bashu, the three great sword sects are the law, and these guards are nothing but trash.
"Then I'll use the two of you to establish my authority!" Lin Ping said coldly.
These two are at the early stage of the fourth level, barely qualifying as experts, and have some reason to be arrogant.
Unfortunately, they encountered Lin Ping, a name that made them tremble.
"You brat, you're asking for it!"
The longswords in their hands were like rainbows, sharp and swift.
"Noisy!"
With a tap of his toes, Lin Ping vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he was already above the two men, and his swooping punch shattered one of their arms.
Before the man next to him could react, Lin Ping threw another punch, breaking the man's arm.
Clang!
The longsword fell to the ground, and the two men let out screams like pigs being slaughtered.
"Weapons confiscated!" Lin Ping said calmly, as if nothing had happened.
hiss!
Everyone gasped in surprise, not expecting Lin Ping's martial arts skills to be so formidable.
Even Zhang Rong was startled, and was glad that he hadn't become Lin Ping's enemy.
"Good, well done!" The onlookers clapped and cheered.
The purpose of eliminating these two individuals was merely to establish authority; the next step would be a large-scale manhunt.
Whenever Lin Ping sees someone carrying a weapon on the street, he breaks their arm without saying a word, and if they resist, he doesn't mind breaking their legs as well.
Faced with the terrifying Lin Ping, the martial arts practitioners were terrified and spontaneously organized themselves into a team of dozens of people.
"You brat, is it you who injured someone from our Wushan Sword Sect?" The leader pointed his longsword at Lin Ping, possessing the strength of a late-stage fourth level cultivator, almost on par with Lin Ping.
Behind him were dozens of martial arts practitioners, all angrily pointing at Lin Ping.
Lin Ping's ability to unite various sects with deep-seated grudges shows he has considerable influence.
"Hurry back and get reinforcements!" Zhang Rong ordered urgently.
He knew how terrifying martial arts practitioners were; a few dozen of them could wipe out a team of over a thousand. Their hundred men were simply no match for them.
Lin Ping was also somewhat surprised, not expecting that the number of martial arts practitioners in Meizhou City had reached such a scale.
After a quick scan, Lin Ping determined their strength.
The leader was at the late stage of the fourth level, with two others at the middle stage of the fourth level beside him, and about ten more experts at the early stage of the fourth level behind them. The rest were all below the fourth level.
It was impossible for him to defeat dozens of people on his own, and even with the addition of these hundred soldiers, it would be in vain.
"Is this the source of arrogance for martial arts practitioners?" Lin Ping sneered.
"So you're not going to hand over your weapon willingly?" Lin Ping kept fidgeting with his wrists, completely disregarding the man.
"How dare you speak so arrogantly! Prepare to die!"
The man rose into the air, unleashing the Wushan Sword Technique to its fullest extent, sweeping towards Lin Ping like a dense, dark cloud.
Lin Ping kept his head down, not even bothering to draw his sword, and just let the other person slash at him.