The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 10 Hatred

After hearing this, Zhao Ying nodded.

She had heard Zhao Dehua tell stories about the underworld since she was a child, and she was familiar with these things, but she had too little experience and lacked insight. After Zhao Dehua explained it, she naturally understood it.

"So, what about the older one?"

What Zhao Ying was most curious about was Li Miao, who was too lazy to even exchange polite words with Zhao Dehua. He hurriedly asked further.

"Him? I can't see him clearly. But he is the most powerful." Zhao Dehua said.

"You can see that he breathes naturally, just like an ordinary person. He seems to be an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts."

"But his reclining position puts pressure on his chest, which makes it difficult for most people to breathe, so their breathing will be more rapid than when they sit naturally. But listen carefully to his breathing."

Zhao Ying closed his eyes upon hearing this and carefully listened to Li Miao's breathing.

After a while, she opened her eyes and said in surprise: "Why is his breathing so light? Not even as light as that little girl's. I almost couldn't hear him clearly!"

"That's right. For ordinary people in the martial arts world, the higher their martial arts skills, the longer and steadier their breath. But his breathing is light and short, and you have to pay attention to listen carefully to hear it since you were a child. If he takes advantage of the darkness of the night and holds his breath and concentrates, you won't be able to find his location."

"To be able to do this, he must have either practiced a kind of internal energy that I have never heard of, or his internal energy is so extraordinary that it has gone beyond the scope of ordinary people in the martial arts world."

"Look at his hands again."

Zhao Ying also put aside his thoughts at this time and just regarded this as a test. He concentrated on observing Li Miao's hand with his peripheral vision.

"No calluses or deformation. Not for playing with weapons or hard skills."

"The nails are neat and round, the fingertips are long, and the middle finger is longer than the index finger. It's not like he's practicing finger exercises."

Zhao Dehua heard Zhao Ying's mumbling and shook his head: "Don't learn how I look at that young man. You should learn to find the most unusual places instead of analyzing these useless things."

"What do you think he's doing now?"

Zhao Ying replied in surprise: "Peeling peanuts, what's wrong, Dad?"

Zhao Dehua said: "Silly girl, you only know that people are peeling peanuts, but you don't watch how they peel them."

"He was peeling cooked peanuts with crisp shells. He spent a long time peeling them. Did you see any debris on his hands? With a pinch of his hands, the peanut skins fell off, but the two halves of the peanuts didn't separate. How could his hand skills be simple?"

When Zhao Ying heard this, he chuckled: "Dad, I believed you when you said his breathing was different from that of an ordinary person. But why do you even make such a serious statement about peeling peanuts? Maybe he peels them especially well?"

Zhao Dehua also laughed: "Yes, I thought too much and was a bit mysterious."

"But three of them dared to stay in the same room with us. The young man with good martial arts skills stood up to greet us, but he just lay there motionless. He didn't get up even when he saw so many of us coming in. There must be something wrong."

"When traveling in the underworld, harmony is the best policy. Fighting with personal feelings is the worst. He just didn't look at me, but he also returned the greeting. Don't be dissatisfied with him."

"I understand, Dad." Zhao Ying replied with a smile.

The father and daughter talked for a while, their bodies warmed by the fire and they gradually relaxed.

The group of people were escorting the caravan on the road, and they were already a little tired from all the stress and haste along the way. When they relaxed, Zhao Ying's head kept nodding, and he could hardly open his eyes.

Zhao Dehua gave the order and selected a few people to keep watch with him. The rest of the people didn't care about the dust on the ground. They just found a place on the ground and took a rest.

Li Miao and the other two also took a rest.

After the first half of the night passed, Zhao Dehua felt a little sleepy. He estimated that the time was about right, so he woke up a few people to take over the night watch.

He yawned, wrapped his coat around himself, leaned against the escort's box and closed his eyes.

After a while, Wang Hai, who was lying down, sniffed and opened his eyes in the darkness.

He didn't move either, but quietly stuck out his tongue and tasted the air for a while.

"There is smoke. Someone is going to attack the escort group." He made a silent judgment.

Because the quality of this drug was not good or bad, it was not good enough to deal with a Jinyiwei captain. If they were to attack Li Miao and the other two, even if the villains were very good, they would at least have to use the Miaojiang Gu or the Tang Sect's top-grade drug.

Using this level of sleeping pills to deal with a captain of the Imperial Guard is no different from sending a visiting card before taking action.

There are only a few people in the room now. Either they or the people from the Huwei Escort Agency will be attacked.

"It's getting late now. I'm afraid Qianhu is very sleepy and should have fallen asleep long ago."

"It would be unwise to act rashly without knowing the background of the person who came. I will not move for now and wait and see how the situation develops before making any plans."

Wang Hai thought so in his mind and looked towards Li Miao, but was shocked.

At this moment, Li Miao secretly opened one eye and stared at the Huwei Escort Agency with interest.

Li Miao felt amused when he saw that Wang Hai was frightened by him.

He had been staying in Yanjing for the previous twenty years, and Wang Hai had been following him ever since he joined his team. His "eight-hour work system" work and rest habits had been ingrained in his bones.

Little did he know that there were few holidays in the feudal era, and he had been working almost every day for the past twenty years except for the New Year holidays.

In the past 20 years, he has been using the "eight-hour work system" to strengthen himself, but he has also been restricted by the "eight-hour work system" every day, which is why he is always very sleepy at sunset. That's right, his golden finger is called "eight-hour work system". The name Li Miao gave himself is very appropriate.

But this is his first business trip in twenty years.

As we all know, the time spent on the road is not counted as working hours.

If you don't work, you won't be limited by your energy. Li Miao is now practicing his internal energy, feeling energetic and refreshed.

He couldn't wait to see his first real journey into the martial arts world, and his first real encounter with a vendetta!
Li Miao and Wang Hai looked at each other in silence, quietly waiting for something to happen.

After a while, Zhao Dehua's arms, which were wrapped around his chest, slowly slid down, and his originally orderly breathing became disordered. It was obvious that he had lost consciousness.

After traveling a long way, the people from Huwei Escort Agency were already tired. Zhao Dehua had been on duty for the first half of the night and was extremely tired. The people who were taking over the shift had just woken up from their sleep and were at their most unconscious.

The choice of this time to release the smoke screen clearly showed that the person behind the attack had been observing nearby and had chosen the most appropriate time to act.

After waiting for a while, a person finally walked in quietly from outside the door.

The man took a few steps towards Zhao Dehua, and when he was almost in front of him, he suddenly stopped and quickly retreated.

There was no movement.

Seeing that Zhao Dehua had no reaction, she did not step forward, but took out a small bag from her arms and threw it towards Zhao Dehua.

The small bag floated through the air.

Snapped.

A big hand reached out, took the small bag, and stuffed it into the arms.

"Hmph! Old thing, I knew you wouldn't be fooled so easily!" the person said hatefully. The voice was clear and pleasant, and it turned out to be that of a young woman.

His face was covered with a black scarf, so his features could not be seen clearly.

"I have been escorting for more than ten years. How could I not know when the night is the most dangerous? Miss, you underestimate Zhao too much."

Zhao Dehua stood up, his eyes shining, showing no sign of being unconscious at all.

The other escorts were indeed poisoned by the woman's smoke, but Zhao Dehua was an old hand and he slept with half his eyes open. He realized something was wrong the moment the smoke was put into the room.

As the old saying goes, a thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can never guard against him for a thousand days.

Zhao Dehua could of course wake up the other escorts before the smoke took effect, but the attacker would have run away. With such a person hanging behind him, he couldn't even eat or sleep in peace.

Confident of his martial arts skills, he remained calm and pretended to be hit, hoping to lure the attacker over.

If the other party rushed in headfirst, he might be subdued by him and there would be no trouble.

But the woman was not a reckless person. She walked to the maximum distance where Zhao Dehua could attack and suddenly stepped back, almost forcing Zhao Dehua to stand up and attack.

Zhao Dehua wanted to continue pretending, but the shape of the small bag thrown by the woman was obviously a hidden weapon that would explode with poison as soon as it touched the ground.

Zhao Dehua didn't dare to bet that his internal function couldn't withstand the poison, so he had to catch the small package.

But it also exposed the fact that he was not poisoned.

Right now, it has become a one-on-one, clear situation of a horse and a carriage.

Zhao Dehua looked the masked woman up and down, and didn't expect that she was someone with a similar figure.

So he frowned and said, "I wonder what grudge you have against the girl? Is there any room for change?"

He also didn't ask the masked woman whether she was after their pledged property.

Although Wang Hai looked down on the drug used by the woman, it was a good product that ordinary people in the underworld could not get access to. It was very valuable, and Zhao Dehua almost got tricked. If it was for money, it would not be worth using such a good thing against him.

The woman spoke as if she knew him, calling him an old fool and saying she knew he would not fall for it.

This was obviously not a thief who was motivated by money, but an enemy who was coming for him!
The woman did not try to hide her purpose and sneered, "Old man, are you getting old and confused?"

"If the grudge can be resolved by just a few words, why would I attack you?"

"Will you let me, your enemy with a covered face, go without a fight?"

"If I really leave, can you sleep?"

Zhao Dehua sighed.

"Alas - what the girl said is true. The older you are in the martial arts world, the less courageous you become. Your bloodiness is worn out and you only want to keep things quiet."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"Let's -- let's see who's the real deal!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Dehua crossed the distance of ten feet in one step and pounced on him!
He bent his fingers into claws, cut through the air, and grabbed straight towards the masked woman's eyes and crown!
(End of this chapter)