The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 508 Prison Break
The matter on the street is over.

But the impact on some people continues.

Wu Mingxiao was like a rusty machine, staring blankly out the window, his mind in turmoil.

"The Vice Commissioner is colluding with Japanese pirates?"

"What the commander said?"

"The execution is tomorrow?"

He couldn't believe his ears.

Five months ago, when he was ordered to leave Dengzhou, his magistrate was still a hero revered by thousands in Dengzhou Guard and Laizhou Prefecture. Not only did the commander of Dengzhou Guard trust him greatly, but countless local people also built shrines in his homes to worship him, and his "Qi Family Army" was incredibly fierce and powerful.

But how could he be beheaded after just one trip to Jiangxi!

And a storyteller has to risk his life to plead for his innocence?

how come!
Why did the commander frame the Vice Commissioner? Where are the comrades of Qi Jiguang's army now? Tomorrow... tomorrow!
Wu Mingxiao suddenly grabbed the hilt of the knife.

"Brother Li, let's part ways here."

"Thank you for your help along the way. I have important matters to attend to and cannot burden you. If we meet again in the future, I will repay your kindness in escorting me even if it costs me my life. Also, please take care of my young lady for a while. If I return alive, I will go to pick her up."

After that, he turned around and left.

I had just turned around when I suddenly froze.

Li Miao controlled Wu Mingxiao remotely with one hand, then turned to Zhao Ying with a smile and said...

"Xiao Zhao, did you hear that?"

"He's afraid of implicating me, isn't that ridiculous?"

Zhao Ying was not Li Miao's subordinate, and theoretically the two were still enemies, so she naturally wouldn't flatter him. She just lowered her head and coaxed the child without saying a word.

Li Miao didn't care. He picked up Wu Mingxiao from a distance, turned him around, and placed him in front of him before dissipating his true energy.

Wu Mingxiao immediately said urgently.

"Brother Li! Do you know what I'm going to do?!"

Li Miao waved his hand dismissively.

"A prison break, that's a big deal."

Do you think I'm guilty of a crime that warrants my execution?

Wu Mingxiao is a joke.

Oh right... He was momentarily confused and forgot.

The man in front of me, Brother Li, was a lawless outlaw who had wiped out the magistrate of Fukang County, the entire yamen, and a hundred or so people from the Huang family, and was still drinking and eating as usual... He really didn't need to commit another crime of breaking into prison.

But one thing is one thing. Li Miao might not care, but he couldn't rightfully demand that Li Miao risk his life for him. Dengzhou Guard was a garrison, and the prison guards there were far superior to those in Fukang County!
So Wu Mingxiao gritted his teeth and tried to persuade him again.

Li Miao ignored him, turned around, went out the window, and walked outside leisurely.

"Eat your food, then go to sleep."

"Tomorrow I guarantee I will return to you a fully recovered Vice Commissioner."

Having said that, he vanished in a flash.

When Wu Mingxiao went to look again, he could no longer find Li Miao.

He slumped down at the table and slammed his fist on it.

"How utterly useless I am!"

Zhao Ying, who was standing next to him, looked up at him. After Li Miao left, her expression became more lively. Seeing Wu Mingxiao wallowing in self-pity, she spoke up softly.

"Are you full?"

Wu Mingxiao turned to look at her.

"Miss Zhao, how can I possibly have any appetite!"

Zhao Ying shook her head.

“If he tells you to eat, then eat; if he tells you to relax, then relax… As long as it can be solved by killing someone, you don’t need to worry.”

She stood up, picked up the child, and walked to the door.

"It seems there's nothing in this world that can't be solved by killing someone."

Zhao Ying shook her head and pushed open the door.

"So, go to sleep after you finish eating."

"Now that I've arrived in Dengzhou, I should leave tomorrow."

"You're lucky. You and your husband are both good people... I hope we never meet again." The door closed, and Zhao Ying left the room.

Only Wu Mingxiao remained sitting in the room, remaining silent for a long time.

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Meanwhile, on Li Miao's side...

He did not go directly to Dengzhou Guard to break into prison.

After all, for him, this kind of thing is like whether to take off your pants first or pull out the toilet paper first when you go to the toilet. It doesn't matter when or which one you do it first, so he still wants to put it off for now.

After all, Wu Mingxiao couldn't see through the whole drama just now, but he did notice many strange things.

For example, those soldiers from Dengzhou Guard clearly heard the storyteller shout "Dengzhou Guard Commander," and even if he didn't finish speaking, they should have been able to guess what he was talking about... but they pretended not to hear and just left.

For example, how could that middle-aged江湖人 (jianghu person) be so certain that the framed "General Qi" would have "long life and good fortune"?

The middle-aged martial arts practitioner did not go too far; he simply concealed himself, blended into the crowd, and headed towards the end of the street.

After walking a few dozen feet, he suddenly turned and disappeared into a narrow alley. He reached into his pocket, gripped the short knife, and held his breath.

"No one followed?"

"Strange, I just felt a chill down my back..."

After waiting a while, and making sure that no one was behind him, he suspiciously sheathed his knife, turned around, and continued on his way.

On the rooftop above him, Li Miao shook his head, his hands behind his back.

"Tsk, I haven't done this kind of work for so many years, I've gotten rusty."

After saying that, his figure suddenly became blurred.

Looking again, the rooftop was completely empty.

The middle-aged martial artist, after wandering around for half an hour, finally stopped in front of a door and knocked on it three times.

Du, du du.

One long and two short.

squeak-

The door was ajar, and he slipped inside, closing the door behind him as he did so, letting out a long sigh of relief.

A dozen or so people sat scattered inside the room. The doors and windows were sealed shut, and lamps were lit inside. The firelight fell on these dozen or so people, but it reflected a dozen or so cold glints—each of them was holding a weapon.

One of the young women stood up and asked.

"Brother Li Xin, how is it?"

The middle-aged man named Li Xin sighed.

"It's been decided, the execution will take place tomorrow."

"time is limited."

Several long sighs echoed from inside the room.

One of the young men suddenly punched the wall.

"How hateful! A man like General Qi should have been remembered in history, or at the very least died on the battlefield, but he didn't want to die in the petty squabbles of officialdom!"

Li Xin raised his hand and waved it.

"Aren't we still fellow martial artists here? There's no need to say such discouraging things... Although time is short, as long as we can rescue General Qi, even if we end up as chivalrous pirates on the sea with him in the future, it will not have been in vain that we have trained for more than ten years!"

"I didn't dare linger anywhere during my trip. I went to the restroom first, and we'll discuss tonight's plans when I get back!"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked into the backyard, heading towards the outhouse.

I walked to the toilet door and was about to push it open.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Your name is Li Xin? What a coincidence."

"who!?"

Before he could turn around, he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.

After a while, the back door of the dimly lit room was pushed open again.

"Li Xin" stepped in and said with a smile.

"Alright, let's discuss how to rescue General Qi in a happy way."

(End of this chapter)