Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 343 Rainy Night with a Saw, No Umbrella

The capital city, the imperial prison.

It was raining heavily outside, with lightning and thunder.

A group of prisoners gathered around a table, drinking strong liquor and eating pig's head meat.

High-proof liquor is a favorite among those from the lower classes who have a little money.

Because it's cheap and easy to obtain.

It is the easiest thing to obtain, something that numbs the nerves.

"Brother~"

A jailer asked the jailer, "When exactly did the Red Turban Army break in?"

All eyes turned to this, and everyone was very concerned.

Regardless of their profession, everyone panicked when faced with the Red Turban Army besieging the city.

Chewing on the pig's head meat in his mouth, savoring the aroma, the prisoner, who had just reluctantly swallowed it, reached out and picked up his wine cup to drink another cup of wine.

After putting down his wine glass, he slowly and deliberately began to speak.

"I do not know."

All the jailers rolled their eyes.

If he weren't the jailer, he would probably be getting beaten up by now.

“What I do know is that even if dynasties change, there will still be imperial prisons, and there will still be jailers working in those prisons.” The jailer slowly poured the wine.

"Those founding heroes are all busy looting gold, silver, and women; who would bother to rob the imperial prison?"

"Once the situation stabilizes, we'll be smarter and better receive those who come to take over the imperial prison."

At this point, the jailer paused slightly, a confident look on his face. "Perhaps we can continue working in the imperial prison."

“Brother is right.” The jailers’ spirits visibly lifted. “The Red Turban Army soldiers are all scrambling for all sorts of good official positions, who would want to be a jailer?”

That makes sense; after the founding of the country, everyone was scrambling for lucrative positions.

Become a jailer?
Only when resources are insufficient and there are too many privileged children will people gradually move down the social ladder, seizing every position that might be useful.

No matter how fierce the war outside the city was, it wouldn't affect their guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood.

As long as the city isn't massacred, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The prisoners relaxed and continued eating meat and drinking, shouting and laughing.

What if it's a new dynasty? It still involves power struggles.

Wherever there is a crime, someone has to be imprisoned.

When someone is imprisoned, there must be guards to watch over them!

Then their family's secure jobs, passed down through generations, are safe.

A thunderclap boomed outside, and faint screams could be heard.

But the jailers didn't care at all.

This is the imperial prison; it would be strange if there weren't screams of agony here.

The jailer, his face flushed, swayed as he got up. "Go relieve yourself!"

He staggered out and walked towards the end of the passage.

He opened the door, heading towards the outhouse.

Looking up, he saw a tall figure wearing a ghost mask standing in front of him.

Just then, a bright flash of lightning streaked across the rainy night.

The light made the person's figure appear ghostly.

"There's a ghost!"

The jailer's screams were drowned out by the thunder that followed.

He saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, and then felt a sharp pain in his throat.

The next moment, blood spurted out, and he collapsed, clutching his neck.

‘Giggle~’

The prison warden, clutching his neck wound with both hands, tried to struggle and shout, but his trachea had been severed, and he couldn't make a sound.

The position of jailer, which had been passed down through generations in their family, has now come to a complete end.

Lin Dao didn't even bother to glance at him.

He shook the blood off the blade in his hand, straightened his raincoat, and strode forward.

Using the faint light from the torches and braziers along the way, they scanned and searched for figures in the various prisons.

There were quite a few prisoners in the jail, but none of them were the person Lin Dao was looking for.

Upon arriving at the place where the prisoners were gathered, the prisoners, who had drunk too much, stood up and scolded Lin Dao for his strange appearance.

"who?!"

"How dare you trespass into the imperial prison? Are you tired of living?"

The door to the forest hadn't been closed, which allowed the wind and rain to blow in.

The torches and braziers flickered, causing his figure to drift and sway.

Where is Wang Baobao?

The prisoners drew their swords and rushed forward, shouting, "We're here to break you out of prison!"

Lin Dao raised his hand from under his raincoat, holding an Uzi submachine gun.

'Zzzzz~'

After a magazine of bullets was emptied, only one prisoner remained, deliberately left behind, trembling with fear as he held a knife.

'Bang! '

The waist knife fell to the ground, and the jailer knelt down and kowtowed.

"Spare me!"

Lin Dao asked again, "Where is Wang Baobao?"

“It’s over here,” the jailer said, trembling as he led the way.

After winding and turning for a while, just as they were about to reach the end, the jailer suddenly darted into a dark tunnel.

If the wanted criminal escapes, his whole family will die!

'boom! '

‘Bang bang! ’

Hearing screams coming from inside the tunnel, Lin Dao, who was holding a pistol, took out a high-powered flashlight and illuminated the tunnel.

After confirming that the jailer was quiet, Lin Dao walked to the end of the prison.

A stone-built prison cell with iron bars.

Wang Baobao, chained up, struggled to open his eyes.

The bright light hitting him made him instinctively turn his head.

"Wang Baobao?"

"Yes, it is indeed you."

After glancing at the iron fence in front of him, Lin Dao's figure suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared the next moment, he was carrying a chainsaw.

He pulled the rope to start the chainsaw, and the high-speed rotating gears began cutting through the fence.

Although it's made of iron, the quality is very poor, so cutting it isn't that difficult. As for why you don't use a key to open the door...
In movies and TV shows, keys are always carried by prison guards and inmates. When they go to break into a prison, they can open the door with just a key.

Do you really believe it?

This is the imperial prison, filled with prisoners convicted by imperial decree.

What rank must a jailer hold to be qualified to directly control the keys to wanted criminals?

The keys were all in the hands of official personnel.

But now the people of the capital are in a state of panic, and the officials who should be on night duty have not come at all.

Cut open several connection points of the iron gate and kick it open.

Stepping inside, they used a chainsaw to cut the chains binding Wang Baobao.

"You~"

Wang Baobao, who was seriously injured, looked him over with a strange expression and asked, "Who are you?"

He had no recollection of ever knowing such a terrifying being.

Lin Dao raised his hand and removed the face mask.

"It's you?!"

Wang Baobao stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He never expected that the one who came to his rescue would be the Ming King!

The Yuan emperor imprisoned himself, but the Ming King of the Red Turban Army came to his rescue.

This world is truly magical.

Wang Baobao breathed a sigh of relief. "I really didn't expect it to be you."

"Your father's head is with me." Lin Dao put on his armor. "Your sister, Guanyin Nu, is also with me."

Are you angry?

Wang Baobao fell silent.

A moment later, he stood up in a hoarse voice, "My father was killed by a tyrannical emperor and treacherous officials; it has nothing to do with you."

"As for Guanyin Nu, she's timid, so don't frighten her. Treat her well in the future."

"Come on, take me out."

Lin Dao asked him curiously, "You know I came to save you, not to kill you?"

"If you want to kill me, you only need to say one word, and the tyrannical emperor and treacherous officials will send my head to you."

Stepping out of the prison without looking back, Wang Baobao thought, "They're not here to kill me, they must be here to rescue me."

"As for why they came to save me, it's nothing more than wanting to see the Yuan Dynasty kill each other."

At this point, he paused, turned his head, and looked puzzled. "You can take over the capital at any time, why go through all this trouble?"

Lin Dao, who followed him out, was carrying a chainsaw. "Do you know who Kublai Khan relied on to gain the throne?"

"It is the Han army of the hereditary lords!"

"This was true during the Khitan period, and it was also true during the Jurchen period."

"Why is it that you herders, who co-opt and drive farmers to kill each other?"

"This time, I want to see you all kill each other!"

These words broke Wang Baobao's defenses.

He stared at Lin Dao in disbelief.

In my memory, the wise and powerful Ming emperor, who seemed destined to found a dynasty, was actually like this... like this~
"abnormal!"

A flurry of footsteps and shouts could be heard.

Lin Dao, carrying a chainsaw, stepped forward and said, "Come with me."

A patrolling jailer spotted the jailer lying near the door, and soon the people outside rushed in.

If anything happens to the imperial prisoners in the prison, all the guards will be executed.

‘Buzz buzz~~~’

Holding a chainsaw, they charged forward along the forest trail, sparks flying and lightning streaking their way through.

With a swing of the chainsaw, the guards, who weren't even armored, were left with severed limbs and broken pieces.

The icy wind, carrying rain, rushed in, but it couldn't dispel the piercing screams and the thick smell of blood.

They rushed out of the imperial prison, and in the wind and rain, they saw many guards with bows drawn and arrows nocked.

Arrows rained down and landed on Lin Dao.

The raincoat was torn, revealing the cold gleam of the armor underneath.

"This raincoat of mine is quite expensive."

Lin Dao grinned, raised the chainsaw again, and charged into the crowd like a tiger descending a mountain.

'Zzzzz~'

'Ahhh~'

While chainsaws may not be particularly lethal, they are extremely brutal on the scene.

Blood spurted out, limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere, and some were even cut in half at the waist, their torsos howling and crawling on the muddy ground.

Such a brutal scene terrified the guards, who usually only oppressed prisoners and extorted their families.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, all those who could run had run away, leaving only those whose bodies were missing parts.

After putting away the chainsaw, Lin Dao gave instructions to Wang Baobao, who had come out with him.

"Your chance for revenge is now up to you. It all depends on how you perform."

He knew perfectly well that Lin Dao wanted to use him to achieve the goal of the Yuan Dynasty killing each other.

But Wang Baobao had no other choice.

At that moment, the hatred in his heart overwhelmed his loyalty to the Yuan Dynasty.

Watching Lin Dao's figure gradually disappear into the rainy night, Wang Baobao turned and ran towards the military camp.

He wanted to avenge his father; he wanted the capital to be awash in blood!
A fierce battle broke out at dawn.

Wang Baobao brought the landlord militia into the capital city and launched a fierce rebellion.

They attacked the palace, the prime minister's residence, the mansions of important officials, and military camps everywhere.

Throughout the entire capital city, the sounds of battle cries shook the heavens.

The Red Turban Army, which had occupied the walls of Dadu, also made urgent preparations.

Once it was confirmed that it was an internal conflict within the Yuan army, rather than a counterattack, they switched to eating breakfast while watching the spectacle.

Wang Baobao was also eating breakfast at this time.

He sat on a small stool, with a campfire burning beside him.

Holding a dagger, he cut off a piece from Hama's body, which was screaming in agony, and roasted it over the fire.

Hama screamed, cried, and struggled.

His eyes were filled with terror.

He was filled with regret at this moment, regretting that he hadn't killed Wang Baobao earlier!
Wang Baobao, squinting, greeted the group of generals from the returning militia.

"Let's all join in, don't waste any."

"Bring me the spices and salt, too!"

(End of this chapter)