Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

His face was covered with a black scarf, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

The leader was not tall, holding a crossbow with an exquisite shape and a cold metallic luster.

The fatal arrow just now was obviously shot by him.

The other two, one holding a short stick and the other with a short knife on his waist, had eyes as sharp as eagles.

They dispersed silently, blocking the thugs' possible escape routes.

"The shadow of Tongbao Pavilion?"

Zhang Tiechui gasped and wiped the blood off his face, feeling shocked and suspicious.

He had heard that Tongbao Pavilion had an elusive guard force, which seemed to be from the Qin Dynasty's secret guards, specializing in dealing with the most difficult troubles.

People call it Shadow, but they have never seen it.

The masked man did not answer Zhang Tiechui, but just glanced coldly at the tragic scene in the chaotic dyeing workshop.

Broken dye vats, broken machines, civilians lying in pools of blood, and women and children still in shock, their clothes stained with blood.

His gaze finally fell on Zhao Laoquan, who was pressed in a pool of blood, and the blood-stained piece of pottery that Zhao Laoquan was tightly grasping in his hand.

"The road is made by yourself."

The masked leader's voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper.

You can’t tell his age, but he has a power that penetrates people’s hearts.

"Tongbao Pavilion can provide you with hoes, looms, and dye vats. But the hands that hold the hoes, the courage that protects the looms, and the blood that keeps the dyeing house going, all depend on you!"

He turned his gaze to the thugs who recoiled in horror at the crossbow bolts, raising the crossbow slightly in his hand.

The cold arrow pointed at Black Fang.

"Du Zi's dog? Very good, go back and tell your master:"

"The blood of the people has been stained and cannot be washed away."

"Once the fire in the dyeing house is lit, it cannot be extinguished."

"Today, Linjiang County is saddled with blood."

His voice suddenly turned harsh, like ice breaking.

"Tongbao Pavilion has taken note! The sky of Shenmu Country cannot be covered by Du Zi alone!"

Heiya felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and was shocked and angry, but facing the crossbow arrow flashing with cold light and the murderous aura emanating from the opponent, which was even stronger than their own.

His throat was dry and he dared not refute a word.

He covered his bleeding wrist, glanced resentfully at the masked man and the people struggling to gather, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth:

"withdraw!"

The surviving thugs, as if granted amnesty, crawled over and helped their injured companions to their feet.

He slammed open the dilapidated door of the dyeing workshop in a panic and fled into the dark night.

The pressure suddenly lifted, and the tension instantly relaxed. Some of the surviving neighbors collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears.

Some rushed to their injured relatives, hurriedly tearing off their clothes to bandage them.

Zhang Tiechui leaned on the hammer, looked at the apprentice's cold body on the ground, his eyes filled with tears, and punched the ground hard, breaking his knuckles and causing blood to flow.

The masked leader put away his crossbow and walked to Zhao Laoquan.

The thugs who were holding down Zhao Laoquan had already run away.

He squatted down and checked Zhao Laoquan's injuries with quick movements.

He was hit hard on the back of his head, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and several of his ribs may have been broken. He was breathing weakly.

"Old man?"

The masked man called out softly.

Zhao Laoquan's cloudy eyes moved with difficulty, and their focus was a little blurred.

But his hands were still gripping the pottery shards so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He seemed to recognize a unique aura about the man in front of him.

It was a cold scent unique to Tongbao Pavilion, a mixture of the fragrance of ink and copper coins.

"Equipment..."

Zhao Laoquan's voice was as weak as a thread, and his fingers, stained with blood and indigo dye, trembled as he pointed at the fragments of dye vats and twisted iron racks in the mess on the ground.

"It's my hope for survival. I can't... I can't lose it."

The masked leader was silent for a moment, looking at the light in the old man's eyes that refused to go out even when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

A flame that is so stubborn that it is almost tragic.

He nodded slowly, his voice low but with unquestionable power.

"Don't worry, it won't be lost. As long as the people are still here, as long as the breath is still there, the dyeing factory can be established again. Tongbao Pavilion... will watch over it."

He gestured behind him, and the other two masked men sprang into action.

One of them quickly took out some healing medicine and a clean piece of cloth from his pocket.

Begin emergency treatment for the most seriously injured.

The other one flashed out of the dyeing workshop like a ghost, apparently to investigate and be on guard.

Zhang Tiechui struggled to stand up, walked up to the masked leader and bowed deeply.

hoarse voice.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much for saving my life! I don't know..."

"No need to ask."

The masked leader interrupted him, his eyes sweeping over the crowd of people who had survived the disaster, still in shock but still faintly burning with anger and indomitable spirit.

"Remember the blood shed tonight. Remember that Du Zi wants to cut off the lives of all of you. Tongbao Pavilion can help temporarily, but you must clench your fists."

He paused, lowering his voice even more, but each word was like a hammer, striking everyone's heart:

"The fire in the dye house will not burn in vain, and the blood of our brothers will not be shed in vain. After daybreak, bury what needs to be buried, and hide what needs to be hidden. Protect your new acquisitions well. Even if only a piece of iron remains, it is still a seed!"

"Du Zi, and the person behind him, their good days are almost over."

After saying this, he didn't stop.

He and his two men disappeared quickly outside the dilapidated doorway of the dyeing workshop as if blending into the night.

The only sounds left in the dyeing workshop were heavy breathing, suppressed crying, and the groans of the wounded.

And the overpowering smell of blood and the pungent scent of indigo dye.

Zhang Tiechui wiped his face, which was covered in blood and tears, and walked over to Zhao Laoquan.

He carefully lifted him up and held him against his chest. Zhao Laoquan's breath was weak, but he kept his eyes open, gazing at the beams above him that were blackened by the torches, as if he could see something through the darkness.

Outside the dyeing workshop, the deepest darkness before dawn is as thick as ink.

But in the eastern sky, there seemed to be a very light gray, which pierced through the heavy night with difficulty.

Zhao Laoquan's blood-stained hands still tightly grasped the sharp piece of pottery.

The edge of the fragment reflected the faint but stubborn light from the sky.

The news was quickly sent to Tongbao Pavilion, and Sun Jinshan was completely stunned after learning all this.

He really didn't expect that those people would do such a horrible thing.

"Has Hua Yunhong gone mad? He's digging his own grave. If he continues like this, he might end up alienating the people."

Several secret guards also came over at this time. They were the ones who reported the news. After hearing what Sun Jinshan said, they all started to give Sun Jinshan suggestions.

"Manager Sun, why don't we just take action? If we don't help them this time, I'm afraid they won't be able to make it."

What they said was quite right, after all, it was relying on the power of these people.

Compared with those normally organized troops, there is still a big gap.

At this time, we definitely need the help of Tongbao Pavilion, but they cannot take action directly.

This would most likely bring trouble to Zhang Fei, and Sun Jinshan felt very distressed when he spoke of this.