Chapter 170 Showdown
"Kill them all."

Mr. Feng's casual words under the cover of night decided the life and death of everyone.

In the dim Feiyun Garden, Chen Ji's gaze silently swept across the faces of Zhang Zhuo, Old Man Yao, Zhang Xia, She Dengke and others, and then his eyes fixed on Mr. Feng.

Chen Ji gripped the hilt tightly. The sweat from his palms soaked the black cloth wrapped around the hilt. His nervous breathing echoed in his visor.

How to break the situation?

No matter how Chen Ji thought about it, he felt it was unbreakable.

The next moment, Chen Wenzong suddenly grabbed Chen Liqin and said, "Father, you can't leave!"

Mr. Feng stopped in front of the door and looked back: "Oh?"

Chen Wenzong looked at Mr. Feng and said, "Only if you release these people can my father write you a manifesto to fight against the rebels!"

Mr. Feng laughed out loud, "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me? Come here, cut off one of his brother's arms."

Chen Liqin stood in front of Chen Wenxiao and said, "I will go with you. All you want is a letter of denunciation. Why commit murder? Let Lord Zhang and Imperial Doctor Yao go, and I will write you the letter of denunciation."

Mr. Feng shook his head helplessly: "Master Chen, you still don't understand. Once you set foot on this road, there is no turning back. Those who are unwilling to stand on the same boat with you are all enemies. It's a pity that Master Zhang's talent and ambition are wasted."

He shouted to the outside, "Someone, take Lord Chen and his family to Jing'an Palace!"

Chen Liqin was held by the soldiers who rushed in from outside the door. He struggled and said angrily: "If you kill them, I will not write this anti-traitor manifesto!"

Mr. Feng laughed: "If you compromise for the first time, there will be a second time."

After that, he turned to Chen Ji and said, "After you two execute them, come find me in front of Jing'an Palace. I have another errand waiting for you."

Chen Ji's heart moved, there was an opportunity.

He always felt that something was fishy, ​​but he didn't care about it.

After Mr. Feng and Chen Liqin left, another soldier in the yard drew the sword from his waist and slowly approached Old Man Yao and Zhang Zhuo.

Zhang Zhuo pulled Zhang Xia and Zhang Zheng behind him and stepped back: "My dear little brother, I am Zhang Zhuo, the prefect of Luocheng. Killing me is a serious crime that will lead to the confiscation of property and extermination of the clan."

The soldier said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, Master Zhang, we are just following orders."

Zhang Zhuo said nervously, "How about this? You only kill me and let my children go. I'll ask them to get a hundred taels of gold for you, which will ensure that your descendants will be prosperous for three generations..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw the black-armored warrior who had punched his son earlier, actually flashed behind another black-armored warrior and strangled the other's throat with his arm.

The strangled black-armored warrior struggled hard, but to no avail, and could not even shout.

Zhang Zhuo was shocked: "This is..."

At this moment, he felt his hands were empty. He turned around and saw Zhang Xia breaking free from his hand and rushing out.

Zhang Xia came to the black-armored warrior with a broken neck, and silently and skillfully took off his arm armor, chest armor, front armor, body armor and leg armor, not wanting to waste any time.

Zhang Zhuo and Zhang Zheng looked at each other, their brains were a little confused for a moment, and they didn't know what Zhang Xia was doing.

Zhang Xia didn't care what other people thought, but looked up at Chen Ji and asked bluntly, "Who will wear this armor? I can't wear it. I'm not of the right height, and my voice will be easily recognized."

Zhang Zheng was stunned and said, "Axia, what are you doing? Who is this?"

Zhang Xia looked up at Chen Ji.

Seeing that Chen Ji had no intention of revealing his identity, she did not answer Zhang Zheng, but turned back and urged Zhang Zheng: "Brother, put on this armor, follow him and listen to him, don't act on your own."

Zhang Zheng hadn't reacted yet: "Who are you going with?"

Chen Ji said in a muffled voice: "She Dengke, you come and put on this armor."

She Dengke was stunned: "How do you know my name? Who are you?"

Zhang Zhuo rushed forward and started to put on his armor: "Let me do it. Zhang Zheng is impulsive and She Dengke lacks the ability to respond. I'm afraid they will cause trouble."

Zhang Xia hesitated for a moment: "...Okay!"

As she put armor on her father, she whispered, "Dad, if you have a chance to escape, don't come back."

Zhang Zhuo laughed: "What are you talking about, silly girl? Is your father that kind of person? Don't worry, once I get a chance to get out, I will go to Tuoluo Temple to ask for help. With Xu Shu's face, the Buddhist world will not sit idly by and protect our lives. It is enough."

Zhang Xia hummed: "You must listen to the instructions of the person next to you and don't act on your own."

Zhang Zhuo glanced at Chen Ji, who was wearing armor, and said, "Okay."

Chen Ji told Zhang Xia, "Don't run around. There are soldiers everywhere outside. It would be safer for you to stay in Feiyun Garden, a place that has been searched."

Zhang Xia nodded in agreement.

Seeing Zhang Zhuo dressed neatly, Chen Ji immediately walked out: "Master Zhang, don't say anything from now on. I will handle everything. If there is a suitable opportunity, I will send you out."

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In the backyard of Prince Jing's mansion, Chen Ji and Zhang Zhuo, holding spears and sabers on their waists, walked side by side along the stone path in the garden towards the Jing'an Palace, their armor making cold sounds in the silent night.

A group of soldiers came towards them, driving the crying maids and servants towards the back garden.

Chen Ji silently pulled Zhang Zhu to the side to avoid the attack, and waited until the team of soldiers left before continuing on his journey quickly.

Zhang Zhuo, wearing a visor, asked in a low voice: "What is the situation outside now?"

Chen Ji explained: "The Liu family has already blocked the city gates, and they are probably trying to instigate Prince Jing to join them in the uprising."

Zhang Zhuo muttered to himself, "They want to take Prince Jing with them and attack the capital. All they need to do is kill the man in Renshou Palace, and then the current empress dowager will issue a false edict to pass the throne to Prince Jing, and the plan will be done. Luocheng is more than 600 miles away from the capital, so if they attack from a long distance, they can arrive in half a month..."

Zhang Zhuo frowned, "But the problem is, with only his tens of thousands of private soldiers, how can he be sure that he can break through the gates of the capital? Oh no, other noble families and armies must have been instigated by the Liu family to rebel!"

Zhang Zhuo continued to talk to himself, "Who will come to help from inside and outside? The Hu family, the Chen family, the Yang family, the Qi family? The Shenji Camp, the Fengtai Camp, the Wujun Camp, the Baobian Camp..."

As he was talking, Chen Ji suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly and stopped him.

Zhang Zhuo looked up and froze in place.

Under the moonlight, Mr. Feng, dressed in a blue shirt, was seen striding towards the front of the path. He smiled and looked at Chen Ji and the other man and asked, "Are you done killing people?"

Chen Ji said in a muffled voice: "Reporting to Mr. Feng, the killing is complete."

Mr. Feng nodded and said, "You two, come with me back to Feiyun Garden. I forgot to pick up something."

In an instant, Chen Ji felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The world was so quiet that only the sound of his heartbeat could be heard, and even the air gradually solidified.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mr. Feng asked with a smile, "Why, didn't you kill Lord Zhang and Doctor Yao? You don't want me to do such a small thing myself, do you?"

Zhang Zhuo slowly reached out to touch the handle of his sword, but Chen Ji held his wrist like an iron clamp, unable to move.

In front of a great official like Mr. Feng, trying to use force would be tantamount to seeking death. Even the Golden Pig and the Pegasus couldn't kill the other party, so how could Zhang Zhuo and I possibly kill him?

But is there any other way to break the deadlock?

Mr. Feng walked over step by step, and finally stopped in front of Chen Ji: "Not talking?"

The next moment, Chen Ji gently took off his visor: "Mr. Feng, let's talk."

Zhang Zhuo was stunned. He had just guessed Chen Ji's identity, but he didn't expect that Chen Ji would finally dare to choose to confront Mr. Feng!

Mr. Feng looked at the face under the mask and suddenly laughed out loud: "It turned out to be you. I was wondering who had the guts to come to me like that! But you had already borrowed the Dao Court's carriage to escape, why did you come back?"

Chen Ji took a deep breath and said, "Of course there is a reason why I have to go back."

Mr. Feng put his hands behind his back and asked with interest: "You dare to take off your armor, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Chen Ji thought for a moment and responded, "If Mr. Feng wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago."

Mr. Feng discovered that there was something wrong with his identity as early as Cuiyun Lane, but he did not choose to expose him and instead stayed with him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a useful 'spy', the other party would have killed him long ago.

Mr. Feng nodded with satisfaction: "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Chen Ji thought for a moment: "Mr. Feng, since you spared my life, there must be something that you can't do yourself, so you need me to help you do it, right or wrong?"

Mr. Feng looked at Chen Ji with a half-smile and said, "Your life is in my hands now. I can decide life and death. The reason I keep you is that I need you to help me kill someone. Let's play a game. Guess who I want to kill. You have three chances. If you guess correctly, I will not only keep your life, but also promise you great wealth."

Chen Ji frowned: "Prince Jing?"

He always felt that the identity of Mr. Feng was questionable. If the other party wanted to obstruct the Liu family's mutiny, then as long as Prince Jing was killed, half of the Liu family's plan would naturally fail.

He looked up to observe Mr. Feng's expression, but heard him say slowly: "No, there are still two chances."

Chen Ji unconsciously clenched his clumsy wrist, his mind racing: the other party kept me here, of course, to take advantage of my specialness... such as my special identity.

What is his special identity? A secret agent of the Secret Service.

Chen Ji said, "Mr. Feng wants to kill Tianma?"

Mr. Feng smiled and shook his head: "Not yet, last chance."

Chen Ji's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't guess it right?

Wait, Mr. Feng didn’t know that it was him hiding under the mask, so the person the other party wanted to kill had nothing to do with the Secret Service…

Who does the other party want to kill?
Zhang Zhuo noticed that Chen Ji's grip on his wrist was getting stronger and stronger, and he immediately looked over with concern. The young man who should have been studying in the academy was now frowning and struggling to survive.

However, the next moment, Zhang Zhuo saw the young man's brows suddenly relax.

Chen Ji looked at Mr. Feng and said firmly: "Mr. Feng wants to kill General Qian of the Tiger Armored Cavalry."

Mr. Feng raised his eyebrows, and then exclaimed: "It was indeed the right decision to spare your life in Longwangtun earlier."

(End of this chapter)