The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 2 Jin Yiwei is on duty!
In the twenty-third year of Jiajing, Shuntian Prefecture, night.

It rained heavily.

There were no pedestrians on the street anymore. Only a few beams of moonlight flickered, outlining dim shadows on the ground.

At the entrance of a dim alley, two people raised their hands and threw a man covered in blood next to a pile of debris.

Occasionally, lightning flashed, reflecting his dilated pupils and his unrecognizable face.

It was obvious that he had been beaten into this state. His hands and feet were bent unnaturally, and his chest no longer rose and fell. He was already dead.

The two men who had left the man behind clapped their hands, spat at him, and cursed, "You're looking for death without even considering the weather. You've gotten us all drenched in water for nothing!"

After the two men finished cursing, the younger one was about to walk back, but was stopped by the older one.

"What!?" he said unhappily.

"Are you going back now?" the older one said.

"What else? I'm all wet!" The young gangster shook his hair.

"You're stupid! Big Brother told us to throw it far away, but we were lazy and found such a shabby alley to throw it, but we went back so soon." The older thug frowned and said, "Are you afraid that Big Brother won't notice us being lazy?"

The young gangster came to his senses and thought about the scene of Big Dege punching the man again and again, breaking bones and blood, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"what is it now?"

"What else can we do? Let's go later." The older gangster glanced around and squatted down in a corner to shelter from the rain and wind.

The young gangster cursed a few words, then helplessly covered his head with his coat and squatted down next to the older gangster.

The "big brother" himself might not care much about the corpse. More than a dozen beggars die every day in Yanjing City. It would not cause much trouble even if it was thrown on the road.

But they really didn't want to go far in the rain, as catching a cold in this era would kill half of their lives. But they didn't dare to go against Big Brother's wishes, so they could only stay here for a while before going back, thinking that he wouldn't ask any more questions.

After more than ten minutes, the two men stood up, brushed the rain off their bodies, and prepared to go back to report.

At this time, a faint sound came from the end of the quiet street. After a while, the sound of horse hooves came, and it was obvious that it was not just one or two horses, but a group of horses.

Before the young gangster could react, the old gangster's pupils shrank.

It was already curfew at this time, and if it was just one or two horses, they might be wealthy people who didn't care about the rules. But if it was a whole team, they must be "official" figures.

It would be bad if the body was found.

Nowadays, countless people die in public every day, but one cannot die in front of a big shot.

The old gangster stepped back, threw the body into the pile of debris, pulled a bunch of things over it, and made sure no hands or feet were exposed.

Only then did he pull the young thug into the alley and away from the road.

Although it was dim and raining heavily, the probability of passers-by noticing them was very small. But the old gangster had been making a living in Yanjing for more than ten years and had long understood that it was better to be cautious.

In front of the corpses in the junk pile, they are the masters. In front of the real masters, they are also insects.

Their rule of survival is to be careful not to appear in the eyes of anyone who should not be offended.

Unfortunately, he understands this principle, but the young gangsters don’t.

Most of the people who can do this job are brave and fierce. Only after being chopped a few times will they know the preciousness of life.

The young thug was already dissatisfied with his cautious look, but he didn't dare to say anything. He symbolically shook off the older thug's arm.

There was a slight pushing sound, and half of the arm was exposed.

In a sedan chair in the middle of the horse team, a man who looked to be in his early thirties with a tired face glanced outside and knocked on the beam of the sedan chair.

In an instant, the whole team stopped.

Several young men in black uniforms dismounted and came to the sedan chair. The man pointed to the alley where the two thugs were hiding, and several of them nodded, turned around and walked over with vigorous steps.

"It's over." The old gangster looked at the people walking towards him with a pale face.

Because the distance between these people was constant and they formed a formation, they were obviously trained officials or masters. In addition, their goal was clear, they were coming for the place where the two of them were hiding.

Knowing that he couldn't hide anymore, the old gangster no longer hesitated. He took a step forward and bowed to the people who were walking towards him in the rain.

"Sirs, we are..."

Bang!
Before he could finish his words, an elbow hit him on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. Then a boot stepped on his back, squeezing the air out of his lungs and suffocating all his unfinished excuses.

The old gangster tried hard to open his eyes which were sparkling with stars, and heard the young gangster's curse being strangled in the throat, and then he was pressed to the ground in front of him with a thud.

A young man looked around the alley for a while and his eyes stopped on the pile of debris.

He walked forward, lifted up the pile of debris, pulled out the body, looked it up and down, and placed it on the ground.

Turning around and stepping over the two thugs pinned to the ground, he walked to the car window and said, "Qian Hu, dead men, beaten to death. These two men were Yan Xiaosheng's men, and they have criminal records."

"Take it with you." The tired-looking man in the sedan replied.

"Yes."

The young man responded, turning back and waving.

quack!quack!
With a few crisp sounds, the people on top of the two thugs broke their arms. The two thugs opened their mouths to cry out in pain, but were kicked in the mouth and fainted.

A few people picked up the fainted gangster and followed the slowly moving horse team out of the alley.

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There was a tavern just a few hundred meters away from the alley, and it was brightly lit at this time.

Logically speaking, it was already early in the morning and there was a curfew, so people were not allowed to gather for fun.

But if someone came in at this moment and saw everyone sitting in the tavern, no one would think that a mere curfew was something to be discussed.

The man standing at the door with a fierce face is the "Da De" who has made a name for himself in Yanjing City in recent times. He is a brave and combative man, and his martial arts skills are also quite good.

Look at the undried blood on the floor of the house. It was him who just beat a man into a ball of soft flesh with one punch after another. He is a man who kills without blinking an eye.

Sitting inside the house were the leader of the Cao Gang, "One-armed Sword" Hu Shuang, the deacon of Huashan, "Qingfeng Sword" Gu Jiao, the great thief "Xue Shang Shuang", the lone strange man "Tie Qiu Yi" and many more, all of whom were famous figures in the martial arts world.

The person sitting in the main seat in this room is Yan Xiaosheng, the "Iron Palm Maitreya", the leader of the Yanjing underworld for more than ten years.

Tonight is his 40th birthday. After hosting a banquet at home, he is entertaining his "shady" friends here.

The Jianghu is not about fighting and killing. Even the famous and upright sects have to eat and feed their people. To make a living in Yanjing, the Jianghu people can't get around him, the leader.

But the noble and upright people wanted to save their reputation and could not openly associate with him. Wanted criminals like the thieves "Xue Shang Shuang" and "Tie Qiu Yi" could not come to the door openly. So they entertained them here. After all, it was a tavern open for business. Even if they were investigated by the officials, they could just give them some money and say that they didn't know the origins of these guests.

At this point, after three rounds of drinks, both the host and the guests were having a great time, except for a young boy who came to seek revenge.

Yan Xiaosheng had a kind face and a big belly, looking like a gentle rich man. At this moment, he raised his glass with a smile and was about to say a few polite words.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang!"

The door burst open and two people smashed it down horizontally. They rolled on the ground for a few times and lay in the middle of the room.

One of them had a bloody face. He barely raised his head and looked at Yan Xiaosheng, who had a livid face, and said, "Long Longtou is Ying Zhua Sun (slang for an official)."

Yan Xiaosheng took a closer look and recognized that the two men were the ones who had just gone out to dispose of the corpse. His expression became even uglier.

A dozen men in black suits rushed in from outside the door, marching in step by step. In just a few breaths, they blocked the entire door. There were also continuous footsteps outside the door, and it was obvious that they had surrounded the entire tavern.

Wanted criminals like "Xue Shang Shuang" and "Tie Qiu Yi" in the hall were ready to stand up and take action when they saw that the person coming looked like an official.

The people from the Cao Gang and the Huashan Sect also stood up and wanted to say a few polite words.

Just then, a person slowly walked in from outside the door.

This man looked to be in his early thirties, handsome, wearing a black cloak, with arms and waist like an ape, which made him look very impressive. But he looked tired and slouched, as if he hadn't had a good rest recently.

As soon as he entered the room, someone closed the door behind him and helped him take off his wet cloak.

He lowered his head and patted the rain off his body a few times, looking up at the people of different appearances in the tavern, and casually bowed: "Everyone, please."

He reached out and took off the badge hanging on his waist, held it in his hand, and drew a weak semicircle in front of him. Everyone in the room only saw the shape of the badge roughly, and their faces immediately changed.

Several guests from the Green Forest and Black Paths began to tremble unconsciously. A Huashan Sect disciple opened his mouth to speak, but was glared at by Qingfeng Sword Gu Jiao, so he dared not speak.

"I am Li Miao, a captain of the Imperial Guard."

"Jinyiwei is doing business. Those who don't want to die can kneel down now."

(End of this chapter)