Shipin Dalizheng

Unfortunately, Zheng Changzhi did not know any martial arts and was just a weak scholar, so Rong Tang used him as a shield.

Xuanque yelled, "Old Wen, hurry up."

At this point, Old Wen was outnumbered, holding an overwhelming advantage. Rong Wanli attacked him with a knife, but he deflected a stone, breaking the knife at the hilt. Rong Zhan, charging from the other side, was knocked back five steps with a palm strike. He then grabbed Rong Wanli by the throat and pulled him into his arms. Rong Wanli felt his upper body tingle and he felt completely exhausted.

Rong Zhan leaped forward again, shouting, "Master, hurry up and leave."

Rong Tang took the time to look around, and my goodness, the two big guards were taken over by Old Wen in no time.

"Stop, or I'll crush them both to death."

Rong Zhan was hit by a heavy blow this time, and his blood was boiling. He knew in his heart that it was fortunate that Old Wen did not kill him, otherwise he would have been seriously injured.

"Senior Wen, if you have anything to say, come to us. Don't embarrass my master. He is young and doesn't know who is in charge in the martial arts world."

He was really dying. He was just drunk. How did the master offend this person?

Rong Wanli also looked confused. He was only eighteen years old and had been on the mission for only a year. He thought he was just an ordinary old man, but he didn't expect that his martial arts had reached a level that was beyond his reach, and he was defeated with just one move.

Rong Tang also realized that Lao Wen was an extremely skilled master, not comparable to the guards around him who were only slightly stronger than ordinary guards. He was really careless, as he thought they were similar to Zheng Changning's guards.

With a sudden push of his hands, he pushed Zheng Changzhi's wheelchair into the stinking ditch on the side of the road. Zheng Changzhi screamed that he would die if he fell into the stinking ditch.

Xuan Que was also frightened to death. He jumped up and grabbed the handle before the wheelchair was about to go downhill. However, Zheng Changzhi still rushed towards the water due to inertia.

This time even Old Wen lost his composure. He let go of Rong Wanli, who was under his control, and rushed out like lightning. At the moment when Zheng Changzhi's face was about to fall into the water, he lifted him up, touched the water surface with his toes, and jumped up again, placing Zheng Changzhi on the wheelchair.

At this time, the three cowards from the Rong family were running for their lives.

Zheng Changzhi pinched a strand of wet hair, shaking with anger, "Old Wen, get it back to me and put it in the water."

Old Wen had never seen the young master so angry before, so he jumped up and chased after him without hesitation.

Rong Wanli held Rong Tang with one hand. It seemed to him that he had already used all his strength and pushed his lightness skills to the limit. Even if Rong Zhan followed beside him, he could only barely keep up with his speed. There was no way he could be caught up by an old man.

Unexpectedly, reality still taught him a lesson, what it means to be the boss of the underworld.

Old Wen was like a nimble flying swallow, each time exerting force he could reach over ten feet. After just a few leaps, he blocked the way in front of the three men and said sinisterly, "Prince Rong, please go back. I don't want to use force."

Rong Zhan's expression was a bit bitter, "Senior Wen, you never chase after the younger generation unless there is a direct grudge."

Old Wen shook his head, "It's not that I want to chase you, but the master has given the order, and I dare not disobey."

Rong Tang brushed back his stray hair and spoke loudly, "Senior Wen, why don't you consider following me? I'll cover your birth, burial, and medical expenses, and I'll give you five hundred coins a month. No, six hundred coins."

Poaching right in front of someone really opened Old Wen's eyes. "Prince Rong, I've seen everything you've done these days. You're very particular about your conduct and the candies you make are good. I like them very much. But there's nothing I can do. I've already taken ownership, so I can only let you down. Don't waste your words. Go back and admit your mistake. I'll plead for you, and maybe it won't be a big deal."

Rong Tang looked up and thought for a while, then turned back. Rong Zhan and Rong Wanli followed him on both sides, perhaps with their heads hung down out of shame.

Rong Tang came in front of Zheng Changzhi and bowed, "Admit your defeat."

Then he turned around and asked Lao Wen, "Please be merciful."

Lao Wen: "..."

Zheng Changzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Throw him into the water."

In his opinion, throwing a person into such a stinking ditch would be a more painful punishment than killing him.

Unexpectedly, Rong Tang said, "Senior Wen, I can do it myself so as not to tire you out."

He walked to the edge of the ditch and jumped in. Rong Zhan and Rong Wanli followed suit and jumped in too.

Rong Wanli even said, "Master, are you cold? My coat is still dry, please put it on."

On the dark path, Zheng Changzhi doubted his life.

"Fire, torch."

Old Wen lit a torch. In the light, the master and his servants stood in the stinking ditch, half their height, and looked at him in unison, "Senior Wen, please be merciful..."

Old Wen: "..."

Rong Tang yelled, "Your behavior isn't that great, is it? If my subordinates ask for mercy, I'll give them some face. Senior Wen, are you really not considering changing your master? No, I'm not your master, you're my grandfather, my dear grandfather, and I'll take care of you until the end of your life."

Old Wen was deeply tempted. Based on what he had observed about this boy's character over the past few days, he knew that whoever he said he would provide for in his old age would definitely be able to do it.

Unless you can't do it.

Xuan Que yelled, "Old Wen, don't listen to his nonsense. This little thief is always cunning."

Old Wen took a deep breath. What was on his mind? The past was hard to retrieve, and everything was already a foregone conclusion.

Rong Tang grumbled for a moment, then shouted upwards, "Master Zheng, you've admitted your cowardice and thrown it into the water. Now that you've vented your anger, I'm leaving!"

Zheng Changzhi felt even angrier, "Old Wen, bring them up here for me..."

Before Old Wen could make a move, three men climbed up the ditch, their lower halves soaking wet as they stood before him. "Mr. Zheng, if you're single, you'll get ninety-nine, and if you're not, you'll get one more. We'll do whatever you say. A man shouldn't lose his gentlemanly manners. I've always heard that you're the most noble young man in the capital, and I consider you a role model for my generation."

Xuanque cursed, "Who is of the same generation as a little thief like you? You are unworthy."

Rong Tang: "Oh, look at my brain. Prime Minister Zheng is of the same generation as my grandfather, and Master Zheng is of the same generation as my uncle. Uncle Zheng, please be magnanimous and don't argue with me. If you really can't bear to part with that wheelchair, I'll save you another one. I guarantee it's better than the last one. I'm not praising or criticizing it, but the other parts of that wheelchair are okay, but the mechanism is a bit crude and not safe at all. Leave it to me... Uncle Zheng... Uncle Zheng, your asthma is acting up..."

Zheng Changzhi's raised hand was shaking. Xuanque swung his sword towards Rong Tang and cursed, "Who are you calling uncle, you stinking thief? My young master is only twenty-seven."

"I'm fourteen..."

Zheng Changzhi nearly fainted. Old Wen saw that it was no big deal. The young master had never lost his composure before, but tonight he was furious with this kid and was afraid that he would not be able to stop it.

With a move of his body, Rong Wanli fell into his hands again, gasping for breath.

Rong Tang shouted, "That's disrespectful. You're bigger than the three of us, and I'm just a weak kid."

Old Wen was indeed a little embarrassed. He had never taken the little kid seriously, so he could only pretend not to hear and slightly loosened the hand that was holding Rong Wanli's throat.

Rong Tang turned to Zheng Changzhi and said with a long face, "Uncle Zheng, tell me, how should this matter be resolved?"

When he called him uncle, Zheng Changzhi's breathing became heavier. After calming down for a while, he said, "It seems that you are very careful about your reputation. You are fighting for the life of a servant."

"A servant's life is also a life, and he owes me a lot of money, so he can't die right now. Uncle Zheng, tell me the price, and I'll pay it if I can afford it."

Breathing heavily.

Zheng Changzhi gritted his teeth and said, "I want news about Zheng Jiu, the more specific the better."