Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 21 Dispatch
night.

The cloth shop guards gathered together.

The martial arts school owner and the shop owner sat on both sides, with two large chairs, one high and one low, placed in the middle.

"Master Shen, please come in!"

"No, no." Shen Hu waved his hands repeatedly:
"Shen is just a warrior. Mr. Zhu is the head of the cloth shop. He should sit in the main seat."

After some humility, Zhu Ju sat down in the middle position.

At this time, dozens of people had gathered in the hall, and more people were arriving one after another. Many of them frequently cast curious glances at Zhu Ju.

As the owner of Wancai Cloth Shop and the boss of the cloth shop, few people have actually seen his true face.

mystery,

This is the consensus of everyone about him.

However, compared to Zhu Ju, their attention was more focused on the two boxes full of silver in the field.

The silver ingots, each weighing ten taels, were stacked together, totaling no less than three thousand taels of silver. They emitted an alluring aura that made people's heart beat faster and their mouths dry.

"The situation has been clarified."

Yan Jingfu stepped forward, bowed and said:
"The arsonists came from Red Street. Some people were jealous of us and set the fire to cause trouble."

"Which ward?"

"Bai Xiu Fang!"

"Brother Zhu." Shen Hu leaned forward and whispered:
"The current head of Baixiufang is Zhang Cang. You should have heard of his name."

Zhangcang!

Zhu Ju's eyes flickered.

He had indeed heard that one of the people who ordered Shen Ying, the owner of Liuhe Martial Arts School, to assassinate him was Zhang Cang.

The other is Wu Shou from the Wu family.

This is not difficult to verify. After Shen Ying's death, the people from Liuhe Martial Arts School were still there, and many of them had seen them.

However, since the other party had a considerable background and I didn't have enough foundation at the time, I didn't mention revenge.

"Just right."

Zhu Ju nodded slowly:

"We can solve it all at once."

He looked down and saw nearly a hundred guards standing by on standby.

Most of the cloth shop guards come from various martial arts schools, and the martial arts schools are shareholders of the cloth shops. Their interests are tied to the cloth shops, so there is no need to worry about large-scale betrayal.

"Peng!"

"Bring it here!"

Someone shouted angrily and brought a man into the hall.

"Mr. Zhu."

The guards in tight clothes clasped their fists and bowed:

"This person escaped secretly and tried to pass on information to Huajie, but was tracked down and captured by our people."

"Zida!"

"It's him?"

The man who was brought in had a rat-like face. Many people knew him and immediately called out his name. They also looked towards the martial arts school where Zi Da belonged.

"Asshole!" Liu, the head of Liuyun Martial Arts School, was furious. He rushed out and slapped him.

"How could I raise such a bastard like you, a traitor?"

"Bah!" Zi Da's mouth was bleeding from the slap, but he still looked disdainful:
"You have no idea who is behind the Seventh Bazar. You are overestimating yourselves! You are courting death!"

"Master Liu!"

"Since we've been practicing martial arts together for many years, I advise you to face the reality and not follow this group of people down the same path."

"You..." Master Liu was furious, his body trembling.

"Asshole! Asshole!"

"Alright." Zhu Ju frowned and said in a low voice:

"Pull Master Liu and sit down. There's no need to get angry over this kind of person."

He reached out and picked up a silver ingot, tossed it in his hand, and then glanced at the whole audience before speaking slowly:
"Blocking someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. We have not been able to achieve what we have today without hard work. No one can destroy us, and the same applies to the Seven Districts of Red Street!"

"If you don't want to go to the Red Street tonight, you can stay at the cloth shop. I won't blame you."

"But if it ruins my plans..."

"Shh!"

The silver ingot in his hand suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already embedded in the center of that huge forehead.

"Crack!"

It was not until this moment that the sound of a skull shattering was heard. Zi Da's eyes widened and he fell backwards to the ground.

Already dead, I cannot die again!

Everyone's breathing stopped and many people's faces changed.

Tempering the body!

Others might not be able to see anything from it, but the martial arts school owner present would not be mistaken.

The rumors are true, Master Zhu is indeed a body-tempering martial artist.

Shen Hu was even calculating in his mind whether he could achieve this level if he took action himself.

can!
But it can't be that easy.

However, compared to the strength displayed by Zhu Ju, what really shocked him was Zhu Ju's age and the potential that age represented.

A body-tempering martial artist who is less than twenty years old is almost certain to become Gui Zang in the future.

"He's so talented at such a young age. Talent is one thing, but his background is certainly not bad. Fortunately, Shen didn't compete with him for the title of head of the cloth shop. Otherwise, there would be endless troubles, and he might die without knowing how he died."

Shen Hu couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

"Everyone who takes action tonight will receive ten taels of silver. If you capture Baixiufang, you will receive another ten taels. If you are injured, there will be additional compensation." Zhu Ju glanced at the whole room, taking in the changing expressions and flickering eyes of everyone, and smiled calmly.
"Don't worry, everyone. The Seven Districts of Flower Street have a deep foundation. It's impossible for us to eradicate them alone."

"Actually..."

He sat up straight and continued:
"Tonight we are just assisting, someone else is actually doing the real work."

…………

Baihuafang.

It is only one character different from Baixiufang.

As one of the seven blocks of Huajie, Baihuafang is not just a single building, but a structure composed of a main building and twelve small buildings.

Each of the small buildings has a "top courtesan", and every month they will compete for the position of "top courtesan" in the main building. This move is very attractive to spectators and makes Baihuafang the most popular among the seven districts in Huajie.

night.

The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse.

Baihuafang is still as bright as day.

"Dangdang!"

With a loud bang, the disguised Jiang Ping suddenly overturned the table in front of him, drew out his long sword and shouted:

"When the government is investigating a case, everyone kneel down obediently!"

"Crash..."

The yamen runners hiding in the crowd stood up one after another, tore off their outer disguises, revealing their inner police uniforms.

"grown ups!"

"What is this for?"

The madam came over quickly and took out a silver ingot from her pocket:
"But this bitch is not hospitable enough. Please go upstairs. Miss Li'er is preparing a bed for you."

"Get out of here!" Jiang Ping kicked the madam to the ground and shouted:

"Lord Fang has ordered that Flower Street be closed tonight. You all should kneel down obediently and don't cause trouble for yourselves."

"Fuck me!"

The yamen runners who came today were obviously different from usual ones. They were all unfamiliar faces, sweeping the floors with cold expressions.

"Kneel down!" "Put down what you have and go over there!"

"Crash..."

For a moment, the entire Baihuafang was in chaos, and men and women were urged to squat in the corners separately.

"Ouch!"

One man's legs went weak and he rolled down from the second floor, crying out in pain.

"Hurry up and get up!" A yamen runner frowned, reached out and grabbed the other person's collar, trying to pull him up.

"careful!"

"puff!"

A cold light flashed, and the bailiff retreated repeatedly, covering his throat, his face filled with fear, blood oozing from between his fingers.

With the throat cut by profit, it is impossible to survive.

"Erhu!"

"kill him!"

"..."

The other yamen runners rushed over with furious expressions and roars.

"Humph!"

The killer sneered and shook the soft sword in his hand:
"If you dare to cause trouble here, even if it's the government office, we will not tolerate it. We will all attack and not let anyone go."

"Yes!"

"Crash..."

The guards of Baihuafang and the followers of the Red Blood Sect rushed out from all directions, fighting with the yamen runners with sticks, swords and knives.

at the same time.

"Peng!"

A firework rose into the air and bloomed in the sky.

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pier.

Caobang station.

"Gang leader."

The gang members clasped their fists and bowed:

"There's some movement on Flower Street."

"Yeah." Xiang Zhongyuan, who was barefoot, stretched his muscles and stood up from the tiger-skin chair.

"We must give face to Lord Fang, and we must give face to Grandmaster Huaquan even more."

He glanced at the whole place and shouted to the gang members who had gathered under the cover of night:

"Capture any block of Flower Street. As long as you don't hurt anyone, you can take all the gold and silver jewelry inside."

"set off!"

"set off!"

There is no need to inspire fighting spirit. Everyone knows that there is gold and silver everywhere in the red-light district, and desire has long been burning in their hearts.

At the command, countless people rushed to Huajie.

confusion,

It's difficult to suppress.

…………

Zhao family.

"father!"

Zhao Xiuran looked impatient and paced back and forth in the room:

"We've invested countless taels of silver in the Flower Street, and we're just going to sit back and watch?"

"Do?" Mr. Zhao looked up:

"How to care?"

"Your second uncle has sent news from the capital that Fang has the support of His Highness the Third Prince. No one can stop him from gaining a foothold in Yuecheng. If they find out that we are related to the Scarlet Blood Cult, even your second uncle will be stripped of his official title."

"Hey……"

He uttered a soft "Hey" and whispered:
"This is a good thing. Some people overestimate their own capabilities and try to fight against the strong with the weak. This is precisely an opportunity for my Zhao family to make further progress."

"Not only should we ignore what happened tonight, we should also lend a hand to Lord Fang and let him see clearly who is against him."

…………

"here we go."

Looking at the fireworks blooming in the sky, Zhu Ju waved gently:

"set off!"

Upon hearing the order, hundreds of fully armed martial arts disciples rushed out of the cloth shop and headed straight for Huajie.

“It made quite a commotion.”

Near the Flower Street, Shen Hu jumped onto the roof and looked around:

"Lord Fang has been in office for less than a year, yet he's managed to win over so many forces. It seems there's a real chance of sweeping down Flower Street tonight."

"Yes!" Zhu Ju nodded and sighed:
"I just want to live a stable and wealthy life. It's a simple request, but some people are always unwilling to see it."

"what!"

"Ballista!"

He had been shot in the street by a crossbow cart before. The crossbow used to defend the city was incredibly powerful, and even a body-tempered martial artist would not dare to resist it.

And now.

There is more than one ballista.

At least six crossbow carts appeared on high ground, shooting at the Cao Gang disciples who were rushing towards Chonghua Street.

"Shh!"

"puff!"

The crossbow arrows, as thick as a child's arm, pierced through the human body and were nailed to the ground. For a moment, the arrows rained down like a forest, which actually brought the offensive to a halt.

"Good guy!"

Shen Hu couldn't help but shout:
"There are only two ways in, blocked by crossbow carts. This is a siege. However, selling crossbow carts privately is a serious crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan. I wonder who will be charged with this crime?"

"Grandmaster Fu has taken action!"

The master of Guizang, the master of Huaquan, Fu Huanlian.

A fiery red figure rushed out from the darkness at an incredible speed and headed straight for the crossbow cart.

"put!"

"collapse!"

Several crossbow arrows crossed in the air, trying to kill the person who came.

Fu Huanlian flipped her body to avoid several crossbow arrows. She seemed to be unable to dodge one of them in time and had to raise her hand to block it.

"when……"

The sound of metal clashing was heard, accompanied by sparks, and Fu Huanlian's figure had already crashed into the high-rise building where the crossbow cart was located.

next moment.

"boom!"

The wooden high-rise exploded.

"hiss……"

Shen Hu took a breath of cold air:
"So strong!"

"Master Fu must be a strong man in Guizang, otherwise he wouldn't be like this."

"Let's do it." Zhu Ju retracted his gaze, looked towards Baixiufang, and rushed out in a flash.

He had already seen Zhang Cang's figure.

(End of this chapter)