Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

Chapter 34 The Swordplay

Inside Wolf Fang Village, a night bird soared into the sky and disappeared into the night.

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Liu Bei's camp.

Everyone has rested.

Liu Bei was left to keep watch with only two of his retainers.

The campfire crackled, and Liu Bei threw a piece of firewood into it.

Suddenly, a noise came from the left.

Liu Bei immediately stood up and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Liu Quan, dressed in black, emerged from the darkness.

"How is it?" Liu Bei leaned closer.

Liu Quan sat down by the fire, picked up a dry twig, and started drawing on the ground.

"Langya Mountain." He pointed to a location on the west side of the arc, "Sixty li to the southeast. There is a gang of bandits on the mountain. The leader is called Wang Ying, and the second leader is called Wang Xiong. They are both the younger brothers of Wang Zhen, the magistrate of Wangdu County."

Liu Bei's eyes narrowed.

Liu Quan then drew a line pointing southeast: "Wangdu County, County Magistrate Wang Zhen. This man accepted two hundred bolts of silk from the Guo family and suppressed the Zhou family's case. Guo Jing, the third son of the Guo family, is the real mastermind, and the steward Guo Gui is an accomplice."

Liu Bei muttered under his breath, "A bunch of little maids."

Then he asked, "Ah Quan, what do we do?"

"Let's make our move tomorrow night! Don't hold back when you're killing people, A-Bei." Liu Quan patted Liu Bei's arm with a smile.

"Tch, would I hold back? It's just killing people!" Liu Bei sneered.

Even so, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

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The next day, the sun was setting in the west.

Dongsanzhuang.

The torches on the village wall had not yet been lit, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the rammed earth wall a dark red.

The gate was tightly shut. The gate was made of elm wood and covered with a layer of iron sheet. It was covered with rivets and a huge door hammer hung behind the gate. It would take two people to lift it.

The village wall was about three zhang high, which was higher than the city walls of many county towns.

Inside the courtyard, Guo Jing was in a good mood.

"Guo Gui, how's the matter of the Ma family's daughter-in-law in Liutuan Town going?" He leaned back on the couch, holding a green date in his hand, took a bite, and juice dripped down the corner of his mouth.

Guo Gui bowed, his face beaming with smiles: "I sent someone to persuade her early this morning, but Sanlang didn't know that the stupid woman was so ungrateful. She replied on the spot that she would rather die than submit. Hehe, what a shameless thing. But don't worry, Sanlang, I've already arranged for men to kidnap her tonight, and I guarantee that Sanlang will get to enjoy that woman."

"Keep your hands and feet clean," Guo Jing said.

Guo Gui nodded repeatedly: "Sanlang, don't worry, it's the same old routine. The person will come in through the side door and be taken directly to Sanlang's room. That Ma family porter is away on business and won't come back for three to five months at a time. By the time he finds out, it'll be too late."

Guo Jing grunted in acknowledgment, stood up, straightened his brocade robe, and walked to the bronze mirror to look at himself.

The mirror reflected a fair face, with elegant features and a gentle smile—a refined and gentle young master from a noble family.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," he said.

Guo Gui responded and retreated with small, quick steps.

The sun had set, and it was completely dark.

As expected, Ma's wife was brought here by kidnapping.

Two burly old women escorted a young woman through a side gate into the inner courtyard.

The woman had a black cloth covering her head, hemp seeds stuffed in her mouth, and her hands were tied behind her back with the ropes pulled very tightly, leaving red marks on her fair wrists.

She struggled and whimpered, and two old women, one on each side, dragged and pulled her into Guo Jing's bedroom.

Guo Jing was already waiting in the room.

He changed into a moon-white nightgown, his hair half-tied and half-loose.

On the table in front of the couch was a pot of wine and some fruit.

Incense burned in the bronze incense burner, filling the room with a subtle fragrance.

The old woman pushed the person onto the bed, bowed, and left, closing the door behind her.

Guo Jing, holding a wine cup, slowly walked up to the woman and reached out to pull off the black cloth covering her head.

The firelight illuminated that face.

Guo Jing's eyes lit up.

This woman, surnamed Ma, was nearly thirty years old, yet her face still held a touch of naivety and childlike innocence, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. However, the curves of her body, shaped by the ropes, were full and plump, like a ripe peach.

This contrast immediately piqued Guo Jing's interest, making him eager to try it out.

"Tsk tsk, what a fine woman, truly a fine woman." Guo Jing put down his wine cup, smacked his lips, and his eyes were full of lewd light.

He reached out to untie the ropes binding the woman, laughing as he did so, "Beauty, don't be afraid. I am Guo Jing, the third son of the direct line of the Guo family of Zhongshan. I invited you here tonight simply to have a chat. What's so good about your porter husband?"

The rope loosened, and the woman recoiled violently, her back slamming against the wall with a thud, her chest jerking violently.

Guo Jing's eyes widened in disbelief.

The woman reached into her mouth and pulled the numbing pill out, her voice trembling, "You...you stay away! Please let me go back!"

Guo Jing laughed heartily, "What's the point of going back? To be alone in an empty room? Or why don't you play with me for a bit?"

He then pounced on her, grabbed her and hugged her tightly, bringing his nose close to her collarbone and inhaling her scent.

The woman screamed in fright.

Let's rewind a bit.

A quarter of an hour ago, a group of people sneaked to the east gate of Dongsanzhuang.

The group of people were completely covered in black, with only their eyes showing.

One of them muttered, "Where did Ah Quan get so many people dressed in black? That's strange."

As they approached the courtyard wall, one of the men in black stepped out from the crowd, moving like a cat at night, skimming along the ground before suddenly leaping away.

The three-zhang-high wall seemed to disappear in front of him.

He stepped up the wall as if walking on flat ground, his fingertips gripping the brick seams at the top of the wall, and with a gentle flip, he was lying on top of the wall.

The man in black who had been muttering earlier whispered enviously, "Ah Quan's 'Ladder to the Clouds' is truly amazing, it's a pity I just can't learn it."

Another man in black chuckled in a low voice, "Hehe, Yide, don't be discouraged. I can't learn it either. We're in the same boat."

This group of people was none other than Liu Bei and Liu Quan.

On the top of the wall, Liu Quan lay motionless.

Every ten steps along the inner wall, a torch was placed, illuminating the open space within the wall, which was about ten meters wide.

A patrol came from the north, consisting of five soldiers, the leader carrying a knife and the other four holding wooden sticks.

They walked and talked in hushed tones. When they passed the East Gate, the man with the knife at the head yawned, glanced at the wall, and then looked away without stopping.

After Liu Quan and the others passed by, he silently fell from the top of the wall.

He followed at the very back of the group, like a shadow.

The last soldier felt a slight chill on his neck. Before he could react, his throat was slit, and his body was immediately put into a spatial pouch.

It's a pity that the space capsule can't hold living things, otherwise it would be more convenient to operate.

Liu Quan followed suit and wiped out all the patrolling guards.

It only took a few breaths.

Clean and neat.

He then went to the door, easily lifted the giant door hammer, and pulled open the two latches.

The door opened silently, just a crack.

Twenty dark figures filed in.

Once inside the village, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Liu Quan had used drones to thoroughly investigate the location of every house, every alley, and every hidden sentry post in the village.

Under his leadership, the group sneaked into the house where the soldiers were resting and killed the people inside.

It was Liu Bei and Zhang Fei's first time killing someone, and they were incredibly excited after seeing blood.

After killing the servants, the manor was basically no longer a threat.

Liu Quan led his men straight to the inner courtyard, and on the way, he encountered unfortunate servants and maids, all of whom he knocked unconscious.

There were also guards in the inner courtyard, about ten men. Liu Bei and Zhang Fei led their men to attack, and at this point they had no more scruples.

Liu Quan, accompanied by a man in black, headed straight for the warm pavilion.

With a bang, Liu Quan kicked the door open.

Inside the room, Guo Jing was pressing down on the woman and thrusting, when he heard the sound and turned to look.

"you--"

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black behind Liu Quan rushed forward with a knife and slashed Guo Jing across the forehead.

Guo Jing let out a scream.

The man in black didn't stop; he continued to swing his knife, one strike, two strikes, three strikes...

After countless slashes, Guo Jing was unrecognizable, and the woman beneath him urinated and fainted from fright.

Liu Quan's voice came from beside him: "Alright, he's dead."

The man in black stopped, turned to Liu Quan, and knelt down to kowtow.