Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

"A cup of tea?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Siqi turned her head and glanced at him sideways, sneering disdainfully:

"Supervisor Meng, that little thief is no ordinary person. He's as cunning as a fox and quite skilled as well. Don't exaggerate."

"Miss, I am willing to swear an oath!"

At this moment, Supervisor Meng could no longer suppress his anger.

"Just a cup of tea! If you don't return by then, I'll accept any punishment without question!"

He spoke each word with unwavering resolve, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

That's right, it's murderous intent.

Supervisor Meng never intended to capture Zhu Biao alive, nor did Liang Shicheng; they had even specifically instructed him otherwise.

When the time is right and the young lady has had her fill of playing with him, she will find an opportunity to finish him off.

The old thief didn't know Zhu Biao's true identity, but judging from his secretive behavior and demeanor, he was definitely not a good person.

How could a filthy, scoundrel of unknown origin possibly become the son-in-law of the reclusive prime minister of the Song Dynasty?

Furthermore, Supervisor Meng didn't take Zhu Biao seriously at all, and knew nothing about his past achievements, so he didn't bother to investigate.

After escaping Tokyo, Zhu Biao remained very restrained and low-key, and never caused trouble in any city.

The only low-intensity battle outside Wanzicheng, at Yixiantian, went unnoticed by Supervisor Meng due to the time difference.

Those city guards who colluded with the bandits would only cover up the matter and would never take the initiative to publicize it.

"Ah, there's no need for that. Commander Meng, please go ahead. I'll wait here for good news."

At this moment, Liang Siqi suddenly chuckled, and then her tone changed, becoming surprisingly understanding.

"Here you go!"

Although Supervisor Meng was puzzled, he didn't think much of it, simply clasped his hands in a fist salute and responded with a slightly hurried reply.

"Come with me!"

He turned and beckoned to his men, then strode toward the broken temple.

Watching the departing figures of the crowd, Liang Siqi suddenly clenched her fists, and a complex and indescribable light flashed in her eyes.

Tense, excited, expectant, and intensely resentful.

"When a lion pounces on a rabbit, it will go all out. You don't need to stay by my side anymore; go and help me as well."

The next moment, she turned her head and gave instructions to the Liang family guards who were still standing by her side.

"Miss~~"

The guards hesitated for a moment, but the young woman's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she raised her hand to lash out with her whip.

"go!"

On the other side, at the corner of the dilapidated temple, Zhu Biao was giving Pang Qiutang the final pre-battle instructions.

"Wait, when you hear a sound, especially a scream, shoot an arrow in that direction. The distance should be no more than ten feet, and half-drawing the bow will be enough."

"it is good."

Pang Qiutang simultaneously produced three feathered arrows, held them between his fingers with a unique gesture, and nodded emphatically.

It was already late at night, and the snow was falling so heavily that one could not see anything beyond three zhang (approximately 10 meters). A unique battle of blindness was about to begin.

"Ouch~"

A moment later, a scream suddenly rang out from the collapsed gate directly in front of the temple, breaking the deathly silence of the snowy night.

call out!

Almost simultaneously, the arrows whistled through the air.

puff!

Immediately following was the chilling sound of arrows piercing flesh.

"what!"

"Hiss~"

"You son of a bitch!"

"Take a detour! There are lots of nails buried at the entrance to the courtyard!"

In the darkness, some screamed, some gasped, and some roared in panic, but the only response they received was the terrifying whistling of arrows.

shhhhhh!

In the blink of an eye, Meng Dujian's men, who were crowded at the main gate of the Taoist temple, were shot down one after another like wheat being harvested, and their formation was instantly thrown into disarray.

"Don't panic! Shut up, crawl along, raise your bows, listen carefully for any sound, and fire in unison!"

Meng Dujian's hoarse, stern shout rang out just in time, finally stabilizing the morale of the troops who were on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, he was leaning against a half-collapsed wall, his expression ferocious like a ghost, and the sole of his foot had just been pierced by a coffin nail, leaving a bloody hole.

That bastard Zhu Biao is absolutely insane. He's been busy for almost an hour, carefully observing everything before and after, and has buried hundreds of nails without leaving any gaps.

His original intention was not only to guard against people, but also against wild animals.

call out!

No sooner had Supervisor Meng finished speaking than an arrow flew close to his head, startling him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat and even temporarily forgot about the pain in his feet.

"The Kun position!"

Just then, someone shouted loudly beside him, followed by a series of rapid string snapping sounds.

In an instant, arrows rained down.

Meng Dujian's subordinates were mostly elites selected from the Imperial City Guard.

Although they didn't have a sharpshooter like Pang Qiutang, they weren't all good-for-nothings either.

After the initial panic, they quickly organized an effective counterattack, instantly overwhelming Pang Qiutang and forcing him to temporarily retreat.

"Go in! Kill one, and the reward is fifty taels of silver!"

Supervisor Meng regained his composure, crouched even lower, and shouted out an exorbitant reward that his subordinates could not refuse.

Do!

An arrow struck him squarely in the earthen wall behind his head; had it not been for the obstruction, he would have been blown to the head by now.

Supervisor Meng was first startled, then burst into a sinister laugh:

"Hahaha! Come on, I'm right here. Go ahead and shoot your grandpa if you dare!"

With shouts, his men had already drawn their bows and waded into the temple gate one after another, and even Supervisor Meng limped in behind them.

While the pinpoint array is powerful, its main advantage lies in its surprise attack; once discovered, it is also very easy to break.

It's not a barbed wire fence with spikes on all four sides.

However, Zhu Biao, that cunning man, would surely have a backup plan.

"what?"

Just as Supervisor Meng stepped across the threshold, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

He initially thought it was one of his subordinates who was afraid of death and deliberately lagged behind, but when the man got closer, he was astonished to find:

It's a stranger!

Supervisor Meng had a keen eye; he could recognize people without even looking at their faces. The people who came were definitely not from his group.

Moreover, this man was carrying a long spear made of mixed iron; it was that damned little thief!

Supervisor Meng's mind worked incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, he had already figured out Zhu Biao's identity, but it was too late.

Zhu Biao leaped up like a cheetah, raised his seven-foot-long spear high, and then brought it down like a giant axe!

Clang!

Supervisor Meng was a master; at the critical moment, he managed to draw his sword and block the spear.

however!

He could block the gun barrel, but not the immense force contained within it. He was instantly thrown backward, crashing straight into the crowd.

"Ouch!"

"what!"

His men's formation instantly fell into chaos; some were knocked down, some stepped on nails, and some, in their panic, accidentally injured their teammates.

Whoosh~

Pang Qiutang reacted extremely quickly; as soon as the chaos began, her chilling arrow whistling sound rang out again.

What's worse is that this time they attacked from both sides.

Zhu Biao struck successfully, immediately planted his gun on the ground, then blocked the doorway, raised both wrists, and fired all six hidden arrows at once.

puff~

Ah ~

The next instant, the sounds of flesh being pierced and screams of agony rose and fell in waves.

In an instant, six or seven more of Meng Dujian's group fell down. The last few were injured in the feet by iron nails, and they were crooked and unable to stand steadily.

Shhh!

After clearing the hidden arrows, Zhu Biao whistled, signaling Pang Qiutang to launch a general attack.

He then took a step forward, using his waist and abdomen to generate power, and with a forceful swing of his arms, he instantly spun the spear into a full moon shape and swept it horizontally.

prick!

The incredibly sharp spearhead instantly sliced ​​open the chests and abdomens of the two men, and scalding blood gushed out, staining the snow crimson.

"Screw you!"

A cold glint suddenly pierced through the crowd and shot towards him; it was none other than Supervisor Meng.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. However, he was staggering and his feet were unsteady.

Zhu Biao's spear strike just now sent him back more than ten steps, causing him to step on several iron nails, which pierced both his feet and ruined them. In an instant, seventy percent of his martial arts skills were rendered useless.

This counterattack was nothing more than a death throes.

He'll fight to the death! He's got guts, and his martial arts are pretty good. If it were a fair fight, he'd probably be evenly matched with me.

Zhu Biao secretly praised him, but his hands were not to be outdone.

He dodged and stepped back, sweeping his spear across the ground. Meng Dujian, unable to gain leverage, had nowhere to dodge and was immediately tripped and fell heavily.

Zhu Biao twisted his wrist instantly, the spearhead shot up sharply, and then slashed back.

Swish!

A line of blood appeared on Meng Dujian's neck, and his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

Bang!

Before he could even breathe his last, his face was stomped hard by a large, muddy foot, and everything went black, leaving him speechless and without light.

Zhu Biao believed:

The best way to deal with a worthy opponent is to use the fastest and most ruthless means to send him to meet his maker as soon as possible.

Without even glancing at him again, Zhu Biao raised his spear and charged towards the remaining men.

Meanwhile, in the grove where Supervisor Meng and his men were hiding, the unfortunate man whose foot had been pierced for the first time was peering nervously toward the ruined temple.

He was the only one left.

puff!

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his lower back, and a blood-stained knife tip protruded from his abdomen.

He suddenly turned his head and saw that Liang Siqi's eyes were red and revealed a hint of madness.

"You lackeys, all of you, die! I am Li Erniu, not Liang Siqi, and no one can imprison me!"