The scarred man originally thought that when the other party heard the name of Lieutenant Gao, even if he could not stop the other party's murderous intention immediately, he would give himself a period of breathing space.
Then he would have more confidence if he wanted to survive.
But the development of things was far beyond his expectation.
When Wu Zhi heard Gao Qiu's name, instead of frightening him, it actually made him laugh even louder.
After the laughter subsided, Wu Zhi reached out his hand with a playful expression and gently patted the scarred man on the face.
"You don't have to bring that old thing out to scare me, because it's of no use to me at all."
Wu Zhi looked at the disbelieving expression on the other party's face and slowly came to the counter.
And from the counter, he took back the 10,000 taels of silver note he had given to the scarred man.
Then, he said the following words to himself.
"Three days ago, I received a report from the people."
"You are telling me that you are openly hiding Fang La's rebels with the intention of rebelling!"
"So when I received the report, in order to avoid alerting others, I did not report it to the Kaifeng government office."
"Instead, I directly contacted Zhao Liangju, the commander of the Forbidden Army, and asked him to accompany me to arrest him."
"Subsequently, the Fangla rebels were captured in this gambling house."
"The guard commander Zhao Liangju and I wanted to arrest the one with more alive, but we had no choice but the other party resisted to the death."
"In the end, we were forced to have no choice but to kill ourselves to avoid future troubles."
When the scarred man finished listening to these words, the horror on his face became more and more intense.
Then, he saw Wu Zhi's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"What do you think of my excuse?"
"According to my estimation, even if Gao Qiu had the courage, he would never dare to speak for you on this matter."
Because the founding king of the Song Dynasty was decorated with yellow robes by his subordinates and ascended to the throne.
Therefore, not only Zhao Kuangyin, but almost every emperor in the Song Dynasty placed great emphasis on literature and suppressed military power.
In the final analysis, the reason is that they are afraid that those generals will repeat the scene of their ancestors.
At the same time, they are also very afraid of those powerful bandits who claim to be kings and hegemons.
Therefore, I have always adhered to the basic idea that I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.
Basically, if you catch one, you should immediately behead him as a warning to others.
Even if they don't kill immediately, they still want to play a long game to catch big fish.
Therefore, Wu Zhi's method is not bad.
Because at that time, even Gao Qiu would seriously question this statement, but he would not dare to openly say it in front of Zhao Ji.
The reason is that he is afraid of touching the most sensitive chord in Zhao Ji's heart.
When the scarred man heard what Wu Zhi said, his face turned ashen.
Shaking his head as if desperately.
"No, no, I didn't, you're talking nonsense!"
"Even if you really put such an unfounded charge on me, then you won't be able to produce evidence that I harbored Fang La to rebel against the party."
"When the time comes, once the officials expose your lies, you will be guilty of deceiving the emperor."
"When the time comes, not only you, but your whole family will die!"
"So I advise you, it's better to let me go this time. Don't play with fire and burn yourself!"
The scarred man's warning not only did not scare Wu Zhi, but instead made the teasing look in Wu Zhi's eyes grow stronger.
"I said are you stupid?
ah?"
"Isn't it easy to get evidence?"
"In the several dynasties before this, there were many cases of killing good people and taking credit for their merits."
"And today I have a murderous gangster and a rebel bandit. What do you think?"
"As for this so-called ruffian, just pick a few of the dozen or so boys behind you."
"Anyway, the dead will not be able to speak when the time comes."
"Even if they want to argue, they won't have the chance by then."
"Before you die, is there anything else you can say?"
At this time, the scarred man was already stunned.
Kneeling on the ground, muttering to himself.
I don't know what he is talking about.
However, when Wu Zhi put the shining sword on the opponent's neck.
Suddenly I felt my clothes being pulled by someone.
When he turned around, he saw Zhao Liangju's eyes full of dissuasion.
"Master Wu, I know that there are deep grievances between you, but this is the capital after all."
"If a murder suddenly occurs, it will not end well if it goes to the officials."
"If it is my intention, it would be better not to kill this person."
Wu Zhi slowly shook his head.
Then, he looked at the scarred man kneeling on the ground with an indifferent expression and said in a deep voice:
"Commander Zhao, you must have heard it when we were outside just now."
"These people are so good at doing extremely unconscionable things."
"This shows how many innocent families have been separated from their wives and their families have been destroyed by this group of people."
"Today, I killed a dozen of them, just for the sake of the world, so that hundreds of good people will not be wronged or killed!"
"What's wrong with this move?"
"Not to mention, this son of a bitch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Zhi kicked the scarred man on the head.
"How dare you bully my brother and insult my family."
"Then he must die!"
"Even if the King of Heaven comes, I will never be able to spare his life!"
Zhao Liangju was shocked to hear these murderous words.
I couldn't help but secretly wonder, is this Mr. Wu really an official of the imperial court?
Why does it sound like he is stronger than those strong people when he talks?
With such a ruthless and fierce character, if he doesn't go to the top of a mountain to get rid of the grass, then his talent will be wasted.
Just when Zhao Liangju was thinking wildly, the bright sword in Wu Zhi's hand was pressed against the scarred man's neck again.
Wu Zhi's face was calm.
When he spoke, his tone didn't even fluctuate at all.
"How about it?
Do you regret it?"
The man with the scar was crying, and at this time, he was nodding his head as if desperately.
"I regret it, I regret it."
"Master Wu, Master Wu, please spare my life!"
Wu Zhi snorted lightly.
"late!"
Then there was a flash of cold light, and the scarred man's head flew two or three meters away.
By the time Zhao Liangju came to his senses, the man with the scar had already lost his head.
Just when he was about to complain about Wu Zhi, he saw Wu Zhi holding the bloody knife and rushing towards the dozen or so gangsters.