The Dumb Prince of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 93 Zhu 2, go beg, don't be a damn prince.

Chapter 93 Zhu Twelve, go beg, don't be a damn prince.

Yongchangfang.

Li Jinglong walked ahead with an arrogant gait, while Zhu Bai followed behind.

"Zhu Twelve." Li Jinglong said smugly, "You should look at me with new eyes after three days of separation. In the few months you've been training troops at Xuanwu Lake Camp, I've become the number one leader in the capital."

Zhu Bai scoffed, his face full of disdain: "I heard from my elder brother, the Crown Prince, that you became some kind of chief beggar. Isn't that just a beggar leader? What's so great about that?"

"Your father was just a beggar back then," Li Jinglong snorted. "Go on, go beg. What's the point of being a prince?"

Zhu Bai:

"I'll show you the strength of a beggar leader right away." Li Jinglong quickened his pace.

Soon, Li Jinglong led Zhu Bai into the square in front of Yongchangfang.

Zhu Bai looked up and stopped in his tracks.

The square was packed with hundreds of people.

Having grown up in the military, he could tell at a glance what was going on. Among these people, at least dozens had come from the battlefield, exuding a murderous aura.

"Greetings, Sixth Brother!" Hundreds of people bowed in unison.

Li Jinglong waved his hand and pointed at Zhu Bai: "Brothers, this is Twelfth Brother."

Everyone bowed to Zhu Bai, saying, "Greetings, Twelfth Brother!"

"Hey brothers." Zhu Bai immediately puffed out his chest.

Li Jinglong glanced around and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Wang Dong stepped out from the group, cupped his hands, and said, "We're ready, just waiting for Sixth Brother's order."

Zhu Bai leaned close to Li Jinglong's ear and whispered, "Where are you going to do?"

"Our Beggars' Sect needs to expand its business. In this capital city, the richest gang is the Canal Gang, which controls the private canal transport and is incredibly wealthy," Li Jinglong said.

Zhu Bai's eyes lit up instantly: "So, you're going to attack the Grand Canal Gang?"

"That's right." Li Jinglong nodded.

"Okay, okay! Take me with you!" Zhu Bai said excitedly.

Li Jinglong waved his hand: "Your father won't let me take you to the Jiaofangsi, so I'll take you to fight instead."

Zhu Bai's eyes lit up: "I love this kind of thing the most."

Canal wharf.

Gang leader Zhang Chao was standing on the pier, directing about a hundred gang members to load goods onto the ship.

Suddenly, the gang members at the dock entrance came running over, their faces pale: "Boss! Something terrible has happened! A huge group of people have arrived!"

Zhang Chao frowned and looked up.

At the entrance of the dock, hundreds of people from Wu Yangjue rushed in, each one looking menacing. The young man at the front had a handsome face, wore fine clothes, and had a long sword hanging at his waist.

"Who goes there!" Zhang Chao shouted sternly.

Just as Zhu Bai was about to reply, a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind and pulled him backward sharply.

"Am I the boss, or are you the boss?" Li Jinglong glared. "Why did you walk ahead of me?"

Zhu Bai sighed, "Sixth Brother, come here, come here."

Li Jinglong strode forward and shouted at Zhang Chao, "I am Li Chongliu! This dock belongs to our Beggars' Sect from now on!"

Zhang Chao crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips: "So domineering?"

Li Jinglong pointed at his face and said, "Either kneel down and sing 'Conquer,' or I'll beat you until you submit."

Zhang Chao sneered, and without wasting words, he waved his hand sharply: "Brothers, let's go!"

"Brothers, let's fight!" Li Jinglong waved his hand, "Leave their gang leader to me, I'm going to take him down myself."

The two sides immediately began fighting.

Benches, carrying poles, and broom handles flew wildly through the air, accompanied by shouts and muffled groans.

Because the imperial court banned swords, neither side dared to use their weapons; it was all about fistfights.

Among the men Li Jinglong brought, more than a hundred were elite Imperial Guards under Mao Xiang.

He thought the fight would be over in no more than half an incense stick's time, but as the fight went on, his expression changed.

The people from the canal gang fought with considerable discipline, their advances and retreats even resembling a military formation.

"They don't seem like ordinary gang members," Li Jinglong frowned.

"Jiujiang, be careful!" Zhu Bai's urgent voice came.

Li Jinglong turned around abruptly and saw Zhang Chao rushing over, throwing a punch at his face.

Without thinking twice, Li Jinglong reached his right hand to his waist, pulled out the handgun he always carried, and slapped Zhang Chao on the thigh.

boom!

Zhang Chao lunged forward and fell heavily to the ground, a bloody hole gushing blood from his thigh.

Zhu Bai reacted the fastest, drawing his longsword. A flash of cold light appeared, and the sword was already pressed against Zhang Chao's neck.

Everyone stopped what they were doing at once.

Li Jinglong scanned the entire room: "Surrender and get out. Otherwise, die!"

Zhang Chao, supported by two gang members, limped away from the dock.

After walking a dozen steps, he turned back, stared at Li Jinglong, and sneered: "You've offended someone you shouldn't have."

"Hey!" Li Jinglong raised his pistol. "You still dare to be stubborn?"

The members of the Cao Gang around Zhang Chao were terrified, and two of them grabbed him and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, only the Beggars' Gang members remained on the dock.

"Brothers, this dock is ours from now on!" Li Jinglong announced.

Hundreds of people cheered in unison, some even shouting with excitement.

Zhu Bai walked over to Li Jinglong and whispered, "Something's not right. Those people from the Canal Gang are too nimble; they seem like they came from the military."

"I noticed that too. That Zhang guy's moves were clearly trained; it wasn't some amateur martial arts." Li Jinglong frowned. "Was he a deserter?"

Zhu Bai shook his head: "Impossible. The imperial court is very strict in its military discipline. There are no deserters. Even if there were, they couldn't possibly gather such a large group in the capital. They would have been wiped out by the Embroidered Uniform Guard long ago."

"Where did these people come from?" Li Jinglong asked, puzzled.

Zhu Bai frowned deeply: "I have to go back and report to Father Emperor. Jiujiang, you might have stirred up a den of rebels."

"Where did these rebels come from in the capital? Do you think the Embroidered Uniform Guard are just sitting around doing nothing?" Li Jinglong shrugged.

Zhu Bai rolled his eyes: "You don't understand anything."

Just as the two were about to argue, a voice came from the dock: "Sixth Brother!"

Li Shou stepped off the gangplank of a cargo ship, followed by an old man. The old man wore a straw hat pulled low over his head, obscuring his face. He was quite tall, but had lost an arm.

Li Jinglong was slightly startled, but his expression remained calm: "Young Master Li? What are you doing here?"

Li Shou stepped forward, smiled, and cupped his hands in greeting: "Sixth Brother, I had some goods to load onto the ship today, and I just happened to run into you and your brothers pulling off this big job. It was quite an exciting one."

"Just a small stunt." Li Jinglong's gaze fell on the old man.

"This is my father," Li Shou introduced, stepping aside.

Li Jinglong cupped his hands in greeting to the old man: "So you are Senior Li, my apologies for my rudeness."

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse: "Beggar Chief, do you want to take over the Canal Gang?"

"Is that not allowed?" Li Jinglong raised an eyebrow.

The old man said calmly, "I doubt you can finish it. Do you know who's behind the Grand Canal Gang?"

"Who is it?" Li Jinglong asked with a smile.

The old man said in a deep voice, "Head Manager."

Li Jinglong was startled again.

The head manager is the same person who manages the pleasure boat.

Goodbye.

The old man didn't say anything more and turned to leave.