Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 240 I'm the kind of person who doesn't let revenge linger overnight.

In any city, there will always be places where the sun doesn't shine.

Many urban foxes and rats live in darkness where there is no sunlight.

In addition to extortion, fraud, and deception.

These scumbags and dissolute individuals earn their biggest income by doing favors for influential people.

Within Chang'an County, a gang whose very name wasn't even worthy of being mentioned sent out their entire force to head straight for Yanshoufang.

All the night watchmen who patrolled the route were transferred away.

They arrived at the gate of Yanshoufang without any obstacles.

The technicians skillfully stepped forward to open the door.

Then~~~
"W-w-w-~" Reaching out to touch the heavy, cold gate, the technician was dumbfounded. "This is an iron gate?!"

Iron is an important strategic material.

Who would be so extravagant as to use iron for the gates of the market?

But these city scoundrels and social misfits have truly encountered their predicament.

Chang'an was built according to the model of a military city, with each ward and market being a small military fortress.

The towering walls and iron gates would give even the Imperial Guards a headache, let alone these city scoundrels.

Just as they were caught in a dilemma, the iron gate made a sound, and then the heavy iron gate slowly opened!
The city foxes and rats, holding torches, stared at the half-open gate, their hearts pounding like drums.

The dark, gaping crack in the door was as frightening as the mouth of an abyss.

Everyone looked at the leader.

This situation is too strange, maybe we should run!
The night wind howled, and the flames on the torches flickered and crackled, illuminating the leader's ferocious face.

"Two hundred strings of cash."

The leader gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred strings of cash will be awarded after the deed is done!"

"I only want half, you can divide the rest among yourselves!"

There was nothing he could do.

You must do what your benefactor arranges, or your whole family will suffer.

Don't be fooled by their arrogant demeanor in front of ordinary people; in the presence of truly important people, they are less than dogs.

Upon hearing of the reward, the faces of the city's foxes and rats immediately changed.

His expression changed from panic to longing.

Basically, each person could receive close to one string of cash, which is over a thousand coins.

Three coins could buy two jin of rice, so a thousand coins would be a huge sum for them.

That's what they do for a living.

Life?
Who cares about life if you're rich?
The leader raised his weapon and led the charge into the gatehouse.

More than a hundred foxes and rats from the city followed closely behind and rushed in.

The area inside Yanshoufang was dimly lit, with only the flickering lanterns in the wind guiding the city's foxes and rats on their way.

The city foxes and shrine rats, desperate for two hundred strings of cash, ran incredibly fast.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the iron gate of the market behind them was slowly closing.

Before long, torches were lit throughout the market.

Blacksmiths, armed with hammers and torches, gathered around from all directions.

Since the business of stoves and kettles became booming, the entire Yanshoufang area has practically become a blacksmith's workshop.

Perhaps this is the place with the highest concentration of blacksmiths in the world during this era.

Numerous blacksmiths, along with their families and apprentices, armed with their tools and displaying their muscular builds, surrounded the city's foxes and rats.

According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, once the market was closed, anyone who entered with weapons would be killed or imprisoned.

The Tang Dynasty didn't exist; there was no such thing as criminals extorting money from people.

The blacksmiths made way for Lin Dao to emerge.

Upon seeing the person in charge, the leader immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, "We were blinded by greed, please spare our lives~~~"

Before Lin Dao could ask, he volunteered to stay behind the scenes, saying, "Zhang Chun, a clerk from Chang'an County, paid us two hundred strings of cash to bind the young master."

Upon hearing this, the blacksmiths were immediately enraged.

Their business is booming right now; they're making money every day.

These bastards actually want to cut off their source of income?
Damn it!
Lin Dao has always looked down on these scum who only dare to bully good people.

He didn't waste any words, he just said one sentence.

"Each person is worth ten strings of cash!"

The next moment, the blacksmiths roared and swarmed forward, their hammers swirling wildly.

There were too many blacksmiths and their apprentices' families, and many of them couldn't even get a share of the city's foxes and rats. They were so anxious on the outskirts that they stomped their feet and cursed.

That's ten strings of cash! How many stoves and kettles would you have to make to earn ten strings of cash?

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the wailing and screaming of the city foxes and rats had already ceased.

The heavy gates of the town opened again, and several large carts slowly drove out, piled high with city foxes and rats.

The next day at noon, Changsun Wuji rushed over.

"Master Lin."

"Zhang Chun, a clerk in Chang'an County, has committed suicide."

Seeing that Lin Dao remained silent, he added, "However, I have already found out that it was Yin Defei's father, Yin Ashu, who instigated it."

Lin Dao hummed in agreement. "Where is he now?"

Changsun Wuji's heart tightened immediately. "Daoist Lin, please extinguish the thunderous fire."

"The King of Qin will soon return to Chang'an."

"When the King of Qin returns, I will surely uphold justice for the Taoist priest!"

Lin Dao smiled, his eye twitching slightly, and asked again, "Where is he now?"

Changsun Wuji was extremely anxious. "Daoist Master, Consort Yin is highly favored; even the Prince of Qin cannot directly confront her!"

Lin Dao had already stood up and was looking directly at him.

"We haven't known each other for long, so you probably don't know me well."

"I'm the kind of person who doesn't let revenge linger overnight."

"Perhaps in your rules, the emperor is heaven and the King of Qin is earth."

"But here, your rules are utter bullshit!"

"I'll ask you one last time, where is he now?"

Spanning numerous time periods and spaces, and experiencing countless battles.

Lin Dao didn't care about emperors, princes, concubines, or royal relatives.

He will only act according to his own will.

Changsun Wuji felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Not daring to be negligent any longer, he spoke in a low voice, "Yin Ashu led his men to the coal mine in Lantian County."

Kidnapping people and robbing mines were done in one swift motion.

After the deal was done, the highly profitable business of stoves, kettles, and honeycomb briquettes all fell into their hands.

It must be said that Yin Ashu does have some brains. Lin Dao patted Changsun Wuji on the shoulder and strode outside.

Changsun Wuji was making a final, urgent effort.

"Master Lin!"

"When the King of Qin returns, he will surely seek justice for you!"

Lin Dao paused, turned his head, and smiled slightly.

Without saying a word, he went outside.

Do I need someone to seek justice for me?
joke!

Get the gun yourself!

Riding his horse, he arrived at the coal mine and saw many of the Imperial Guards and Yin Ashu's servants scolding and whipping the farmers who had come to work, urging them to continue to work hard.

It seems unlikely that they would pay the wages of one coin for ten catties.

Upon seeing Lin Dao arrive, everyone was greatly surprised and hurriedly went to inform Yin Ashu.

Before long, Yin Ashu hurriedly came out, surrounded by a group of servants.

Upon seeing that it was indeed Lin Dao, his face immediately lit up with joy.

"I was just thinking about how to get you to work for me, and you've walked right into my trap."

"Hahaha~~~ Heaven is helping me~~~"

Lin Dao didn't say anything, and dismounted.

He patted the horse's rump and let it run away on its own.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Yin Ashu, who was feeling smug, suddenly stopped laughing.

The people around were also shocked.

"Where is everyone?!"

They searched the surrounding area but found no trace of it.

"Dazzled?"

Yin Ashu found it hard to believe.

A sudden feeling of unease welled up inside him.

It seems I've provoked someone incredibly powerful!

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, Lin Dao reappeared.

This time, however, he was fully armored, wearing a complete set of scandium alloy armor.

He had a large, bulging travel bag slung across his shoulder, long ammunition belts wrapped around his body, and an MG machine gun held in both hands.

Yin Ashu blurted out instinctively, "You~~~"

'Zzzzz~~~'

Machine gun fire erupted, and Yin Ashu's servants and the Imperial Guards fell in droves, like wheat being harvested.

The guns were pointed at the servants who were once arrogant and domineering, and they were beaten to a pulp.

The armor of the Imperial Guards, who held sway over Chang'an, was as thin as paper in the face of the dense hail of bullets.

Deafening gunfire, a dense hail of bullets, acrid smoke, and tumbling shell casings.

The entire coal mine was like a living hell.

Wait until the entire ammunition belt is empty.

Lin Dao casually switched off the safety and placed the machine gun on the ground to cool down.

He pulled out his Glock and stepped forward, pointing at Yin Ashu, who was slumped on the ground with wet legs.

"Spare me~~~"

‘Bang bang! ’

Two shots hit Yin Ashu in the legs, and Lin Dao walked past him into the coal mine.

His gaze swept over the terrified miners.

Lin Dao raised his gun and began to harvest the servants and guards who had been overlooked in order to avoid the miners.

'Bang bang bang~~~'

Gunfire continued incessantly, with occasional pauses only for magazine changes.

At that moment, behind him came Yin Ashu's scream.

Turning my head, I saw Yin Ashu crawling on the ground, his hands gripping the barrel of the MG machine gun.

His hands were smoking, and the pungent smell of roasted meat filled the air.

"idiot."

Turning his gaze away, Lin Daomai walked through the coal mine and coal washing plant, cleaning up any remaining fish that had slipped through the net.

As for those who were injured, they were all finished off with additional shots.

Those who act as accomplices to evil deserve to die as well.

After finishing all that, Lin Dao selected the tallest and strongest horse from among the tethered horses.

He untied the reins and pulled her toward Yin Ashu.

He bent down and pulled the gradually cooling machine gun from Yin Ashu's hands.

'Rip~~~'

Yin Ashu's hands were ripped apart, skin and flesh torn off, and he screamed in agony again.

They took out a rope and tied it to Yin Ashu's legs, while the other end was tied to the horse's back.

Looking down at him, she said, "Your only support is your daughter?"

"Very well, I'll send you all on your way."

Sweating profusely, Yin Ashu managed to plead, "Spare me...spare my life!"

Lin Dao sneered, "You attacked first, and now you want to beg for mercy? Do you think you're the chosen one?"

"You've lost your mind!"

He slung the machine gun over his shoulder, mounted his horse, and galloped straight towards Chang'an.

On the bumpy road, Yin Ashu was knocked down and dragged, leaving him a bloody mess, with bloodstains all over the road.

When Lin Dao spurred his horse onto Zhuque Street, Yin Ashu was already barely breathing.

As it rolled, its chest and back were dragged and rubbed, revealing its broken, white bones.

Lin Dao spurred his horse on relentlessly, galloping along Zhuque Avenue until he finally arrived at Zhuque Gate.

The guards shouted repeatedly, and the city walls were filled with archers.

Lin Dalton reached into his travel bag and took out an RPG.

Loading, aiming, and firing were all done in one smooth motion.

A deafening roar followed, and smoke and flames filled the air.

The central gate of the Vermilion Bird Gate, which has five entrances, was blasted open.

The soldiers on and below the city walls screamed and wailed in terror.

After calming the frightened horse, he spurred it forward again and charged straight into the imperial city!

(End of this chapter)