The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 483 Picking Leaves
Grandpa Qu's smile froze.

He hadn't expected to hear such a response.

But from these few words, he finally managed to glimpse the true nature of the man in front of him.

He is by no means a "hero," but a "wicked man."

Even if Li Dabao didn't need saving, he would still save him. Similarly, even if the county magistrate, Huang Jiulang, and this old man Qu uttered some profound truths, they would all be just boring noise to him.

This person's arrogance can perhaps only be described in one sentence: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs."

Grandpa Qu took a half step back and looked Li Miao up and down again with a serious gaze, this time without any contempt or mockery.

"May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

Li Miao chuckled.

"What, you're no longer 'Wei Junjie of Xixi Material'?"

"You Japanese people's arrogant and obsequious behavior, fawning on superiors and bullying inferiors, is truly the same everywhere in the world."

Before anyone else could react, Grandpa Qu and Wu Mingxiao's expressions changed drastically.

Wu Mingxiao asked in a low voice.

"Brother Li, is he from Japan?"

Li Miao smiled.

"Of course, putting aside what you just said about 'Wei Junjie, the materialist from the West,' his martial arts are from the same source as yours, they are pure Japanese martial arts... He can't possibly be your comrade, can he?"

"This place isn't far from your magistrate's hometown. Perhaps the massacre of your family wasn't entirely because he was a big shot."

Over there, "Uncle Qu's" expression grew increasingly gloomy.

"Who exactly are you, sir?"

Li Miao ignored him completely and slapped him across the face.

This palm strike was light and soft, without any trace of fire or power, as if it were casually plucking a leaf from a shoulder.

If Wang Hai were here, he would immediately widen his eyes and observe carefully, not daring to miss a single detail—because Li Miao's palm strike was Wang Hai's fundamental martial art, "Removing Leaves"!
When Li Miao arrived, she showed no imposing manner or aura whatsoever; instead, she appeared extremely gentle and weak, preventing Grandpa Qu from feeling any sense of vigilance. It wasn't until Li Miao's hand touched his shoulder that he suddenly became alert.

"What happened... He was right in front of me, and I had just started to be wary of him, so how did he manage to pin me down like this!"

"This person is suspicious, this is bad!"

Now that his identity as a Japanese had been exposed, he no longer held back.

"Uncle Qu," or rather Qu Buchi Saburo, suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed at Li Miao's arms.

Yagyu Shinkage-ryu - No Sword to Take!
As a disciple of what is perhaps the only school of swordsmanship in Japan that specializes in unarmed combat, Saburo Kyūbuchi's specialty is the "no-sword take-off," a move that involves disarming an opponent with bare hands. That's why he dared to come here alone without a weapon.

Although Li Miao was currently unarmed, tearing off an entire arm from his opponent's body as a weapon would not be difficult for Qubuchi Saburo!
"Sinai!"

They have studied the martial arts of the Central Plains for a long time. But few people in the Central Plains know about the martial arts of the East!

Arrogance is the reason for your defeat!
With a sinister grin, Qubuchi Saburo grabbed Li Miao's arm. His muscles suddenly swelled, almost bursting his long robe, and with a sudden burst of strength, he was about to break Li Miao's arm.

But the next moment, he stumbled.

It was as if his body had suddenly lost its support, and he fell forward. He instinctively tried to brace himself with his hands, but for some reason, he couldn't find his hands in his sight. It was as if there was nothing below his shoulders, and he could only fall heavily to the ground.

The next moment, a pain so intense it terrified him rushed into his brain through his nerves.

"Hmm!"

With a muffled groan, Kibuchi Saburo forced himself to look down.

Only then did he realize what had happened.

His arms, which had grown on either side of his body and been honed over decades to the point of being covered with steel-like muscles, had become two tattered 'balloons' encased in his sleeves. The yellow fat, red muscle, and stark white tendons and bones had all turned into countless fingernail-sized fragments, wrapped beneath his intact skin, flowing with his movements and pushing his skin into various shapes.

Perhaps because of his large movements, suddenly, a sharp bone fragment pierced the skin of his left hand.

wow-

The skin burst open, and the contents inside spilled out in a rush, splattering all over the ground.

Before Saburo Kyūbuchi could react, a sound of retching came from the side.

“唔呕！”

Li Dabao had been sitting on the ground nearby. He had never seen Li Miao use such ruthless methods before. He tilted his head back and suddenly vomited all the little food he had in his stomach into Qubuchi Saburo's flesh and blood.

In an instant, red, white, yellow, and green colors blended together.

Saburo Kyūbuchi's face first turned pale, then green, and finally yellow, contrasting sharply with the filth on the ground. Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Li Miao took two steps away in disgust, then looked up at the county magistrate in the hall.

"Oh dear, now there are no defendants."

"Well, sir, what do you suggest we do?"

The county magistrate had come to the complete realization that this court hearing was merely a game devised on Li Miao's whim.

The so-called "plaintiff" is less of an identity and more of a guillotine. Everyone that Li Miao thinks deserves to die has to go through this ordeal. Once Li Miao has had his fill, he moves on to the next person.

No one has the right to refuse.

"Go, go..."

"Go and invite Master Huang Jiulang...come here..."

The county magistrate said, trembling.

Li Miao added with a smile.

"Take as many people as possible; I'm too lazy to wait."

"Take the body with you."

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If you were to raise your perspective and look down over the entire Kangfu County town, you would see the poverty and dilapidation of this small town all at once. But in the corner of your eye, there is a small area, about a hundred feet square, that stands out from the rest of the town.

Vermilion lacquer, nanmu wood, flying eaves, glazed tiles.

Above the gate, which stands a foot higher than the surrounding houses, hangs a black plaque with gold lacquer, bearing the two large characters "Huang Mansion".

Walking inward from the main gate, crossing two spacious courtyards, and passing through artificial hills and flowing water, you will see a window hidden in a bamboo grove.

A roar came from the crack in the window.

"Kibuchi-kun! Kibuchi-kun is dead!"

"Huangfu-kun, do you know that Qubuchi-kun was the personal disciple of the current head of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu family! He died so mysteriously, even if things here have been accomplished, how am I supposed to return to Japan and face the wrath of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu family!"

"We must bring back the murderer's head, otherwise—"

The roar was suddenly interrupted by a calm voice.

“No other way, Sato-kun.”

"It's already a miracle that you and I are alive today. Do you know who that person is?"

"To die a quick death in his presence is already a stroke of good fortune."

(End of this chapter)