59 A Night of Complaint I (2/2)

Meng Fuyao laughed grimly while looking at him without uttering a word.

”Ah Shina's village is heavily guarded. He is also a good fighter. Confining him is easier said than done!”

”That is my business,” Meng Fuyao stated with much indifference. ”You don't even have to show up. Just lend me a few bailiffs to create a more believable scene, and it can be done.”

Assistant Magistrate Su was startled. His eyes turned misty as if analyzing the situation and suggestion quickly and weighing the pros and cons. After some time, he stamped his feet and said, ”Great! I'll give them to you!”

”Sir, you're concerned about your people and are not afraid to take the risk. I respect you.” There was a glint in Meng Fuyao's eye as she praised him smilingly.

Assistant Magistrate Su sighed unhurriedly before adding, ”Young brother, you must've been unhappy with my earlier behavior. Actually, I would love to sacrifice whatever I can to help, but I've continuously been suppressed by a greater power, that's all.” He turned around and waved to call for few bailiffs. ”Follow these brothers to the mayor's mansion.”

”Can't blame you, Sir Su. You're merely concealing your strength and waiting for the right time. Saving the people is a great responsibility, and no one else but you can carry it.” Meng Fuyao laughed very happily, finishing up, ”Many thanks to you, Sir, for upholding justice.”

She bowed lightly before walking past him. Assistant Magistrate Su subconsciously returned the bow, but when he was about to bend down his waist, he felt a cold sensation hitting the middle section of his back.

It was as if his back had been split open and then stuffed with freezing snow.

With difficulty, he twisted his head and saw a delicate and pretty young man calmly withdrawing a black dagger, which was filled with fresh blood. He quickly collapsed to the ground. The youth then calmly blew on the dagger, allowing the blood to drip onto the ground.

'That blood... is mine...'

Before he could complete his thought, Assistant Magistrate Su felt a sudden ripping pain. It was a localized pain as if fireworks had been set off in his back. He instantly lost all awareness.

He gasped for breath and soon collapsed like a heavy rotten piece of wood.

The one who had attacked him was Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao watched calmly as Assistant Magistrate Su fell indignantly into a pool of blood. She withdrew her dagger and shook her head, ”Don't always treat others as fools. Do you really think I have zero intelligence like you?”

Assistant Magistrate Su had been persistently against defending the Han people, so why would he so readily agree to her bold plan?

Such classified information was involved, but he let the bailiff stand by and listen?

Why were his eyes blinking non-stop when he was calling for the bailiff? Cramps?

What Meng Fuyao hated the most was a scum who lacked a conscience, turned his back against his ancestors and the hands that fed him. If she had kept this old fox, who was familiar with the matters of the government and the city, he was certainly going to disclose information to others. It was obvious that he and Ah Shina were colluding. The court was bound to be attacked, sooner or later. It was better for Meng Fuyao to settle it earlier.

Zhong Yue looked over, his eye expression suggesting curiosity. Meng Fuyao understood that he meant to ask if she was sure about making a move on the mayor at this point. She nodded lightly in spite of the indistinct wisp of uncertainty swimming within her. While she had gotten rid of all the Rong people from earlier, she couldn't stop thinking about the sword, whose position had changed, and the figure that had squeezed into the crowd so suspiciously. She couldn't forget what she had seen and felt extremely uneasy. Hence, she decided to make the first move, to be in control of the situation.

It would've been ideal if Assistant Magistrate Su had been willing to step forth and help her, but since he wasn't, she had no choice.

Assistant Magistrate Su had turned into a corpse in a wink. The bailiffs were stupefied, and Meng Fuyao took her time to walk over and popped a pill into each of the Han bailiff's mouths. She then jabbed each of the Rong bailiffs on the back of their neck.

”The pill is a Longevity Supplement pill.” At that, she folded her arms and laughed happily. ”Actually it's nothing much. If there isn't any antidote, you will really live a long life and have an eternal soul.”

”The pressure I've applied at your nape...” she glanced at those obviously unconvinced faces and the darting eyes of the Rong bailiffs. ”...Matters even less. I know you aren't scared of death. You are more afraid of committing blasphemy. Therefore, I've targeted your acupuncture point. I'm sorry, but if you don't undo it with a special method within 24 hours, you will start to feel disoriented. Then, things, like chopping the mayor or setting the city on fire or even pissing on Garison, might happen.”

Not looking at the identically deathly complexion of those bailiffs, Meng Fuyao smiled amicably and waved. ”Now, I invite everyone to follow me to the mansion.”

...

The night was sinking, and the stars were flickering.

A thread of black, iron-like clouds had shrouded an eccentric-looking manor within the city walls.

The style of the building was similar to that of buildings in Zhucheng. Amid the white-walled and green-roofed city layers was a Rong-styled stronghold. Other than its Han-inspired perimeter walls and entrance door, the interior of the building was made from the most primitive tree bark. The undecorated iron pillars of the corridor were the specialty of the southern border. Vaguely visible horn-shaped lanterns could be seen swaying from the corners of the eaves as a pale yellowish light radiated from afar, generating a hazy effect.