"I'm not familiar with you, so there's no need to show your heart and soul when we meet."
Jiang Fan snorted coldly and remained motionless, but the skin under his robe had turned golden. He stabbed his body with two knives and was bent by the reaction force.
"Golden bell?"
When the two masked men were shocked, they were kicked away by Jiang Fan and fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood several times.
When the other masked men saw that Jiang Fan was not harmed at all and that he had killed several people, they couldn't help but feel the urge to retreat.
The leader shouted: "What are you afraid of? The golden bell also has a door to attack his eyes and lower body."
"court death."
Jiang Fan glanced at this person, held a flying knife in his hand, and threw it out.
The flying knife was spinning in the air like a top, making a whistling sound, and in an instant it was in front of the leader.
The leader was shocked and quickly dodged.
Unfortunately, it was a step too late. With a soft click, the leader's right arm was chopped off.
If the flying knives were spiritual, under the control of Jiang Fan, they chased other masked men, drawing various incredible arcs in mid-air, accurately harvesting the lives of the masked men.
But in the blink of an eye, only four of the people who came to assassinate were still breathing.
The leader had one of his arms cut off. He covered his broken arm with blood spurting out and remained silent. He seemed to be strong, or maybe he was numb from the pain.
"Who sent you here? Tell me who sent you here and I will give you a good time."
With a thought in his mind, Jiang Fan put away the three blood-stained flying knives and asked.
"Bah, you are such a dog official who cares about human life, everyone will kill you."
The leader cursed angrily, as if Jiang Fan had done something outrageous.
"Have the guts."
Three flying knives flew out from Jiang Fan's hand, spinning rapidly beside the leader, cutting his body. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, as if in a hurry, causing the leader to let out a shrill scream.
In a moment, the leader turned into a bloody gourd, with no intact skin on his body, and he looked miserable!
Looking at the other three masked men who were shivering, Jiang Fan said: "I admire people with talent. No matter how tough you are, I want to see if it's your tough words or the sharpness of my knife?"
"Gudu~"
A masked man swallowed, his face turned pale, his legs trembled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
The other two were in shock, with sweat dripping from their foreheads, and looked at each other, as if they were considering whether to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"If you don't say anything, if you want to fight on your own, I will help you."
Jiang Fanxin waved his hand, and three sharp-edged flying knives shot out. The two masked men who were randomly selected were immediately wrapped in the light of the knife. Blood spurted out and screamed repeatedly. The sight was frightening and the scalp was numb.
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By the time the two corpses fell to the ground, they had been cut into pieces with thousands of cuts, and their death conditions were extremely miserable.
The remaining person was frightened when he saw this scene, and he quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"I said, I said anything."
"Someone offered us a hundred thousand taels before to assassinate the Lord, so we accepted the business out of our minds."
"My lord, I will atone for my sins. I can make oxen and horses for you. I just ask you to let me go."
The masked man kowtowed and confessed.
Jiang Fan said coldly: "I don't like to listen to nonsense."
"Sir, I really don't know the other person's background. I never ask the identity of the customer when he does this kind of work for no reason. But judging from the other person's tone, he should be from the official family."
The masked man spoke hurriedly.
"Official family?"
"In this case, there is no need for you to survive!"
Jiang Fan said indifferently, and a flying knife was instantly inserted into the masked man's throat.
Yu Qi retracted the flying knife. After one rotation, the blood stains fell off, and Jiang Fan put away the flying knife.
Valley talk
After a while, the patrol team and a small group of uniformed guards who heard the news came one after another, only to see Jiang Fan standing in the street with corpses lying around him.
The tragic scene made everyone tremble with fear, and everyone was stunned. Some people smelled the smell of blood in the air and vomited directly.
"Your Majesty, Commander, I have come late for your humble duty. Please forgive me."
Xuanwu ran over and bowed to apologize.
"Behead the corpse and hang it on the Meridian Gate for public display."
Jiang Fan ordered.
"yes."
Xuanwu immediately followed the order, came to the deceased's side, raised his knife and cut off the head, and bright red blood spurted out.
"So cruel."
A Jin Yiwei covered his chest and said with a pale face.
"So what, they dare to assassinate our commander, no matter how ruthless they are, they can only blame themselves for their misfortune."
Another commander-in-chief said with a gloomy face.
Jiang Fan glanced around, his face as calm as water, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
The purpose of beheading the public was to shock the mountain and make everyone retreat, but this did not mean that Jiang Fan would give up.
It is not difficult for the people behind the scenes to guess that the people he has offended recently can afford a high price of one hundred thousand taels, that is, the Donglin Party and the Eunuch Party.
Among them, Dong Lin suffered the most severe injuries. He wanted to skin him and remove his bones. It was not impossible to pay for his life, but it was simply wishful thinking to take revenge on Jiang Fan.
No one in this world who can kill him has been born yet.
Jiang Fan originally planned to deal with them after a while, but since the other party couldn't wait any longer, he would give them some clues.
When Jiang Fan came to Beizhen Fusi, Shen Lian, Lu Wenzhao, Zhuque and others gathered in the hall.
When they saw Jiang Fan arriving, they all saluted respectfully.
"See the Commander!!"
"Well, thank you for your hard work!"
Jiang Fan nodded and said: "Shen Lian, Suzaku, please send these drawings to the Shenji Camp and let the casters of the Shenji Camp make them separately. You are not allowed to observe each other."
"It's an order."
Shen Lian, Suzaku and a team of Jin Yiwei took the blueprints and headed to the Shenji Camp.
Jiang Fan sat down and asked Lu Wenzhao: "How is the situation now?"
"Let me tell you, your lord, everything has been settled now, except for the south city gate which has not yet been properly taken over." Lu Wenzhao replied.
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment: "You don't have to worry about the South City Gate, you have to give them hope."
"In addition, starting from tomorrow, you will report the movements of King Xin once a day, and be sure not to expose yourself."
"Don't worry, sir!"
Lu Wenzhao stepped back and went to prepare.
At present, the court seems to be calm, but in fact, there are undercurrents, and a large-scale internal fight is quietly brewing.
A bloody storm is about to begin.
Jiang Fan had to do whatever he could to keep casualties to a minimum.
He himself is not easy to kill, but some people have to kill him.
Lu Xun once said that some people are alive but he is dead. All Jiang Fan has to do is help them!
Some well-informed and thoughtful people had already received the news of Jiang Fan's assassination.
Some frowned, and some cursed, only wishing to cause harm to the people for thousands of years!
There are also some officials who are trembling, fearing that they will be called to their door, and they are in constant fear all day long.