The waste prince is so fierce

Zhao Qian knew that his injuries were serious and he had to find a safe place to hide and heal as soon as possible.

At the same time, he also understood that these hooligans were just minions and the real enemy was still chasing him. So he did not dare to slack off and fled the area as quickly as possible.

However, shortly after Zhao Qian escaped, Zhang Hu also chased to this area.

He looked around for Zhao Qian's trace with a cruel smile on his face: "Zhao Qian, do you think you can escape?"

Then, Zhang Hu said to the person behind him, "His leg is injured, so he can't run far. He's nearby. Search him!"

Zhao fled into a dark alley. In the darkness, his breathing sounded particularly heavy.

He knew that Zhang Hu's pursuit was not over yet and he had to remain vigilant at all times.

The alley is lined with dilapidated brick walls, and the weeds in the corners sway in the night wind, as if telling of the desolation of this place.

Zhao Qian leaned against a corner and tried his best to regulate his breathing.

He looked down at his bandaged ankle. The pain was still there, but it was much better than before. He took out a piece of dry food from his arms and ate it greedily, trying to regain some strength.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the alley.

Zhao Qian immediately became alert and tightly grasped the dagger in his hand.

He looked around, searching for a place to hide. However, the alley was narrow and closed, with almost no place to hide.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Zhao Qian's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

He took a deep breath and prepared for the battle. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared at the entrance of the alley. Zhao Qian looked closely and saw that it was Zhang Hu!

Zhang Hu also saw Zhao Qian. He approached with a fierce smile: "Zhao Qian, I wonder where you can escape to!"

Zhao Qian did not answer. He held the dagger tightly, his eyes firm and cold.

He knew that he had no way out at this moment, and only by trying his best could he escape.

The two soon fought each other, and in the flash of swords, Zhao Qian and Zhang Hu moved quickly in the alley. Although Zhao Qian was injured, he was still agile, and every attack was aimed at Zhang Hu's vital points.

However, Zhang Hu was no ordinary man, he was tall and strong, with amazing strength. Every time he swung his sword, there was a sharp sound, as if he wanted to cut Zhao Qian in half.

The two fought fiercely in the alley for dozens of rounds, and Zhao Qian gradually felt overwhelmed.

His wound split open again, blood staining his clothes red. But Zhang Hu became more and more courageous, his sword skills became more and more fierce, and every attack put Zhao Qian in danger.

Just when Zhao Qian was about to collapse, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from a distance.

Zhao Qian and Zhang Hu stopped what they were doing and turned around to look. They saw a group of cavalrymen running towards them, led by none other than Yang Lin, who was the same age as the patrol soldier of Donglai County.

Yang Lin's arrival broke the stalemate in the alley.

Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed across Zhao Qian's face.

He glared at Zhang Hu fiercely, then turned and ran away.

The commotion here alarmed the patrolling soldiers. Yang Lin quickly led his men to surround Zhao Qian and looked at the blood-covered man vigilantly.

Zhao Qian took a deep breath and tried his best to stay calm.

He knew that he had escaped Zhang Hu's pursuit, but the cavalrymen in front of him made him feel a little uneasy.

The cavalrymen's eyes scanned Zhao Qian back and forth, as if trying to determine his identity and intentions. Zhao Qian held the dagger tightly, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

Just then, a leading soldier stepped out from the cavalry.

He looked at Zhao Qian and asked coldly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Zhao Qian did not answer his question directly, but asked in return: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The leading soldier was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "We are the patrol team of Donglai County, responsible for maintaining law and order. You showed up here covered in blood, so we certainly have the right to question you!"

Zhao Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Li Quan had not yet, or had not had time to issue the order to hunt him down. These people did not know for the time being that he had just assassinated Li Quan.

He tried to remain calm and explained, "My name is Zhao Qian, and I was chased here by my enemies. Thank you all for saving me."

The leading soldier nodded and signaled his men to go forward and check Zhao Qian's entire body.

He said coldly: "Recently, there have been many murders in Donglai County. We suspect that it is related to the grudges in the martial arts world. Since you are being hunted by your enemies, it means that you may be involved. Come with us, we need to know more."

Zhao Qian did not resist, he knew he had no choice at the moment.

He followed the cavalry out of the alley, but his heart was full of doubts and uneasiness.

He didn't know what kind of interrogation and investigation he would face next, but he knew he had to remain vigilant and calm in order to survive this crisis.

After being taken to a mansion, Zhao Qian was arranged to rest in a room.

His wounds were properly treated and the pain gradually subsided.

However, the doubts in his heart grew heavier. He didn't know what kind of conspiracy and dispute he was involved in, nor did he know how to get out of it.

Just as Zhao Qian fell into deep thought, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door.

He immediately became alert and held the dagger tightly in his hand. The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked in. He looked at Zhao Qian with a meaningful smile on his face.

"You are Zhao Qian, right?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Exactly."

Zhao Qian replied, "I wonder who you are?"

"I'm the prefect here."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I heard that you were being hunted by your enemies, so I came to see you specially."

Zhao Qian was secretly alert in his heart, he didn't know what the real intention of this mansion lord was.

He asked tentatively: "Thank you for your concern. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

"Don't take advice seriously."

The mansion master smiled and said, "I am just very interested in your story. I heard that you offended the powerful and were hunted all the way here. I want to know what you did to cause such a big trouble."

Zhao Qian was silent for a while. He knew that this question was difficult to answer.

But he also understood that if he didn't answer this question, it would be difficult to dispel the palace lord's doubts.

After thinking it over, Zhao Qian decided to lie.

After all, if he really told others that he had assassinated Li Quan, then he would just be dragged out and chopped to pieces.

Zhao Qian took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "To be honest, I offended an important official in the court.

He and I originally had some friendship, but later we fell out due to some conflicts of interest.

He is a powerful man who wants to kill me, so I had to flee Kyoto and come here."