Zhang Zhao probably conceived in his mind dozens of possible reactions of the person in front of him.
Shocked, confused, scared, even kneeling down to beg for mercy on the spot, begging him not to reveal his identity, etc.
For this reason, he closed his eyes and quietly waited for the response of the person in front of him.
And he thought that if the other party really knelt down and begged for mercy, then he couldn't give the other party a chance.
Looking at the entire Jiangdong, there are not many young people who can take Sun Shangxiang all the way to escape, and can easily punish such a vicious young man as Chen Fuan.
Those boys from the Lu family may have some ability, but... they are still too young.
The legitimate son of the Gu family is capable, but his spirituality is insufficient and he still needs enlightenment.
The key is that none of these people can become his pawns.
——
"It's such a coincidence. If I'm lucky, I really want to make friends with this person."
"..."
Zhang Zhao's relaxed expression probably froze for half a cup of tea.
During this period, Zhantang, who was sitting across from him, acted as if nothing happened. He seemed to be listening to a story and drinking tea leisurely. He was not affected by Zhang Zhao's identification at all.
"Mr. Ge, your face seems ugly. Could it be that you just want to go for convenience? There are three urgent needs. I understand. You don't need to worry about it. You can just go."
"My little friend, don't you have anything else to say?"
"What does Mr. Ge mean?"
——
"Lü Qinghou, I don't know how long you will use this trick of disguise, but if you think you can deceive me, you are wrong!"
Feeling the contempt in Yi Xiaotian's tone, Zhang Zhao slammed the table, causing tea to overflow on the table.
"so?"
"So Mr. Ge, what do you want to say? Regardless of whether I am Lu Qinghou or not, what do you want to do? Do you want to threaten me with this?"
Yi Xiaotian smiled.
The more he laughed, the angrier Zhang Zhao became.
The smile of the person in front of me is like a bottomless whirlpool.
He clearly understands that he should stay as calm as possible. The more offensive he is, the more passive he will be.
But...he couldn't help it.
He didn't understand why the person in front of him could still sit here so calmly after his mask was exposed.
"Haha... I think you really don't know how much Sun Quan wants to catch you now - yes, you can continue to pretend, even if you think your disguise is perfect, I only need to tell you the news about you in Wu County
It won’t take long for word to spread…”
Zhang Zhao stood up slowly and said fiercely.
In his mind, he has already won.
It's just that the other party is very tough-talking. If he doesn't drink the toast and gets a penalty drink, he doesn't mind giving the other party a taste of the pain.
"Even if I can't find anything against you for the time being, it's enough to have this suspicion. In the next few days, you can just stay in the sky jail. As I said, as long as you think clearly, you can call someone to come.
Tell me, no matter how many people squeeze your scalp, you can’t get the opportunity to be my pawn!"
Zhang Zhao snorted coldly, shook his clothes, and walked out in a very cool manner.
In his opinion, this discussion was probably a failure.
However, during this discussion, he believed that he had determined the identity of the other party, and the day was not far away when he would obtain the key to defeat Sun Quan.
Just when I was thinking about it.
The voice behind him sounded again.
"If you think you can get out of this door—"
Turning around and drawing his sword, Zhang Zhao was already prepared.
He suddenly stood up, as if he expected that the other party would use violent means to solve the problem when he saw that he was old and frail. In fact, when he stood up, his hands were already on the long sword around his waist.
In this era, except for the poor literati, most of the Confucian scholars were practicing arts. Even if their strength was not as strong as that of real soldiers, they were definitely not something that ordinary people could defeat.
Zhang Zhao's swordsmanship was put on top of Jiangdong's court, and there were really not many civil servants who could compete with him.
"Boy, this is the biggest mistake you've ever made!"
In the dark corridor, Zhang Zhao's figure was so nimble that he didn't look like a man over fifty years old.
After a quick run, he held up his sword and killed Yi Xiaotian.
It's just...Zhang Zhao seemed to have made a mistake in the end.
When Yi Xiaotian threatens others, he will never be the one who suffers.
After all - Yi Xiaotian is usually not the one to take action.
——
A candlelight flickered in the room, and Zhang Zhao probably took advantage of this light to kill Yi Xiaotian in front of the table.
As for the meeting hall, Zhang Zhao could walk around the meeting hall of Zhang Mansion even with his eyes closed. In this small space, he would not be separated by Yi Xiaotian.
But amid the swaying firelight, the only discordant sound suddenly came from the corner of the room.
In just a moment, Zhang Zhao broke into a cold sweat.
"Footsteps? Who is it!"
Zhang Zhao exclaimed, his voice was not loud, but his long blade obviously no longer dared to point directly at Yi Xiaotian. He held a sword flower in his arms in a decent manner, and quickly put the sword blade against his chest to guard against the dim place.
An assassin who is very likely to kill.
assassin?
Zhang Zhaofan suddenly woke up, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Yi Xiaotian holding his chin in front of the light, drinking tea without any scruples, and smiling——
"It's your person! This is impossible! Zhang...Zhang's mansion is heavily guarded. Even flies and mosquitoes can't fly in. How...how can you bring people into the mansion?"
"Did you buy it off..."
Zhang Zhao fell into chaos in an instant.
Of course Yi Xiaotian didn't reply.
He just felt that Zhang Zhao was making a bit of a fuss. If it disturbed the people outside the door, the day would not end well.
So he put down the tea cup and pointed his fingers at the dark corner of the room——
Zhang Zhao, who was facing a formidable enemy, felt that he was surrounded by murderous aura, and the biting cold air penetrated his spine and broke through his Tianling Cap.
His legs froze, and at that moment, he wanted to retreat.
——Leaving against the wall will give people a sense of security, right?
He was always paying attention to the sound of footsteps that might appear at any time. In such a place where the light was not strong, the only thing he could rely on was his own hearing.
'Where?'
Zhang Zhao was extremely nervous - but just when he was about to retreat to the wall, looking for his missing sense of security.
A breeze blew across my face.
In his sight, a dark phantom appeared without warning.
Zhang Zhao has never experienced such a terrifying scene in his life.
Assassin? Killer? Who can come to me like this without even making a sound?
Unless it's a kid from Yama's underworld...
But...how could someone as confident as Zhang Zhao be frightened by such things as ghosts and gods?
So his first subconscious reaction was to swing his sword - was it a monster or a demon before him? Just kill it.
"Death!"
Zhang Zhao exclaimed, emboldening himself and intending to frighten the black shadow in front of him.
But the shadow saw through his actions without any surprise.
Zhang Zhao dared to say that this sword attack definitely exerted the greatest strength in his life.
After all, it is a matter of life and death. Even if he has a burden, now is not the time to withdraw his strength.
Can…
"scare!"
The sudden huge force on his arm told Zhang Zhao that his struggle was nothing more than a cricket trying to shake a tree, and a mantis trying to use its arms as a chariot.
The opponent saw through all of his movements. It seemed that he didn't even use weapons. He found the right point, pinched his tiger's mouth tightly, and simply exerted force-sinked his shoulders-turned around...
boom!
Zhang Zhao felt the world spin for a while. The loud noise coming from behind and the severe pain that spread throughout his body made Zhang Zhao forget to even breathe for a while.
