An Assassin? Call Me the Master of Raising Prices!

Chapter 258 Fire

Xuanwu's voice was not loud in the drizzle, even a little quiet. But in Rong Jie's ears, it was like thunder exploding on the ground, electrifying him on the outside and tender on the inside.

It's a strong argument, isn't it? What is if? If you don't even go in, what's the use?

But before he could refute, Xuanwu took a step forward and said, "Why don't you just surrender? Bai Hu! Come with me and capture the bad guy!"

"Okay!"

Bai Hu beamed with joy, his body's energy suddenly surged, his steps on the ground changed, and he disappeared in an instant. He is the type who will take action as soon as he is told, without any delay. Now it makes sense, and it will be too late if he doesn't take action.

A sound broke through the air, and the vague voice of the white tiger appeared. Rong Jie's expression changed, the golden light on his body lit up, and he clapped his palms to meet the white tiger's continuous offensive.

At this time, Xuanwu behind him also moved, and he and Baihu were in tandem, attacking Rong Jie.

Two strands of true energy suppressed Rong Jie, and the golden light on his body gradually dimmed. If they were to spar, he could still compete with Bai Hu, but if he got serious, he couldn't compare.

What's more, there is one more Xuanwu.

After only a dozen moves, Rong Jie could only struggle to hold on, being suppressed to the point where he could not stretch. After more than ten moves, the golden light on Rong Jie's body had disappeared, and two waves of majestic true energy suppressed Rong Jie firmly.

Bai Hu's steps were light and he turned his fists into palms. After slapping Rong Jie away, he took advantage of the moment when the middle door opened. A palm broke through the body's protective energy, and he changed direction to capture Rong Jie's hands.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xuanwu quickly stepped forward and used both hands to directly hold down Rong Jie's shoulders, making him unable to move.

The two of them used their true energy at the same time to suppress Rong Jie. With the combined efforts of the two of them, the true energy in Rong Jie's body was sealed.

After the whole body's true energy was sealed and Rong Jie fell to the ground unable to move, Xuanwu then ordered: "Come here! Put him in a prison without torture!"

"Yes, sir."

Several government officials stepped forward to capture Rong Jie, put them in shackles, and took him directly to the prison.

People watching the battle through the cracks in the windows broke into cold sweat unconsciously, and many of them were extremely panicked. I thought that the little grandmaster would be useful, but I didn't expect that he would end up being caught in the same way.

What happened in Bianzhou? Why are the officials so tough? Although they didn't understand the reason, they could see it clearly and in the future, they should act carefully to avoid getting into trouble.

As soon as the person was taken away, Bai Hu scratched his head and said with a smile: "Second brother, the method you gave me to rescue me is a bit unpleasant to tell..."

But Xuanwu just smiled and lowered his voice: "It's not me, it's the order from the imperial envoy Zhao Gongzi. You told me, don't go out and talk nonsense!"

"The imperial envoy has just been assassinated. The most important thing is to protect the imperial envoy."

"I know." Bai Hu followed Xuanwu to the Yamen and agreed as he walked, "Before I came, the Fifth Master told me everything. Don't worry, I won't do anything, I will just stay with the imperial envoy!"

"It's good to know. I'm afraid you'll get into trouble."

...

It rains continuously in Bianzhou, but not a drop of water has fallen in Chuzhou in the past month. Chuzhou is still hot and steaming at night.

In the restaurant closest to the official warehouse, there were several masked men in black sitting on the top floor. The leading man in black was standing by the window, which was half-open. The direction of his gaze was the official warehouse not far away.

The remaining men in black were sitting at the table, either deep in thought or in a daze, as if waiting for someone. The room was quiet and dark, not even a light was lit.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a man in black walked in. After closing the door, he said softly: "Boss, I found out clearly. They will change the guard half way through the night, and there will be no one guarding the door for half a quarter of an hour."

The man in black by the window nodded, looked up at the sky, and asked thoughtfully: "What time is it now?"

"It's half past Xu time."

"Okay, let's go down and order some food. We'll go down at half past midnight. Is the carriage ready?"

The man in black nodded, "Everything is ready."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door and walked outside. Only then did the boss close the window and remove his mask. As soon as we sat down, someone asked: "Boss, we are just setting a fire. Why do we have to go round and round and just throw the torch in?"

The boss's expression remained unchanged, he slowly drank some water, and then explained: "That's the official warehouse! Just throw the torch in? You're not afraid of death, but I'm still afraid."

As if he didn't get the answer he wanted, the man continued to ask: "Then why do we need to bypass the guard? It's not like we can't kill..."

I really can’t turn my head around! The boss's eyes darkened, a little helpless. But action was imminent, and he had to say it.

I had no choice but to explain softly: "We want to make it look like a natural fire. It's best to look like they burned it themselves. If we kill a few of the guards, even a fool will know that someone set the fire."

The others nodded in realization and waited for the food to be served.

Soon, the man in black came in with several food boxes and placed them on the table.

A group of people were eating and drinking, and soon it was Haishi. After half an hour of digestion, the boss stood up first and covered his face, waving to the others, "Let's go."

At midnight, the carriage stopped in a dark alley. The boss in the carriage counted the time, and when he felt that it was almost time, he said, "Remember, the official warehouse has three warehouses: front, middle and back. We only set fire in the back warehouse, which is the warehouse closest to the back door."

"There's something special about setting fire. After we go in, we use fire sticks to light it from top to bottom, knocking over a few lanterns along the way! When we go out, sprinkle some kerosene on the door and light it."

"We don't have much time. We can finish everything in a quarter of an hour. Do you understand?"

The rest of the people said in unison, "I understand."

He hurriedly held down several people and said, "Keep your voice down!"

Soon, midnight arrived as scheduled, and the guards at the back door really walked towards the front door. The men in black in the carriage filed out and headed straight for the official warehouse.

Climbed over the wall and rushed straight to the back warehouse. Pushing the door open and going in, several people harmoniously divided the work, lit the wood with a fire stick, and dropped the lantern hanging under the eaves of the door.

Seeing the fire gradually rising, the boss waved and retreated. The last person to walk, sprinkled a circle of kerosene at the door. A group of people climbed over the wall and went straight to the carriage.

The lantern was lit, and then the kerosene on the ground was ignited, and the fire line spread into the house little by little.

The weather was dry, and the house was full of food that was easy to catch fire. It didn't take long for the fire to grow bigger and bigger, burning more and more vigorously, and the blazing fire illuminated the surroundings red, and thick smoke filled the air.

When the few people who had just returned from their shift saw the fire, their faces changed drastically. They were filled with horror and wanted to rush in, but were stopped by the fire at the door.

They had no choice but to turn around and run to the front door, shouting loudly as they ran: "Fire, fire!"

"The back warehouse is on fire, put out the fire!"

The people at the front door were also terrified and hurriedly ran to the backyard with buckets of water.

Shouts, footsteps, wooden barrels colliding, and splashing water sounded one after another, and the entire official warehouse was in chaos.

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