Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

If you could only read one historical novel in your life, it would probably be "The Great Qin: Ying Zheng is my brother, and I am the Bad Commander".

"The General has ordered! Surround this area! Not a single fly is allowed to escape!"

"Hurry! Hurry! Move faster!"

Upon hearing this commotion, Wei Zhuang's expression changed slightly.

He knew that Ji Wuye, that enraged madman, had personally led his army to the scene.

If he were surrounded by Ji Wuye's army and the experts of "Nightfall," even with Wei Zhuang's strength, he would have to pay an extremely heavy price to escape unscathed.

Moreover, this murky water has become much deeper than he had anticipated.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang glanced at the man in black opposite him out of the corner of his eye.

At that moment, Jing Ke also happened to look up at Wei Zhuang.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Although they were separated by veils, they both understood the same thing from each other's eyes: they couldn't continue fighting.

When masters clash, they can often understand each other's intentions with just a glance.

"boom!"

Without exchanging a single word, Wei Zhuang and Jing Ke unleashed all their inner energy almost simultaneously.

Wei Zhuang raised the Shark Tooth Sword high, and the violent orange sword energy shot straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Jing Ke also held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, and an extremely cold, highly refined black sword aura flowed wildly along the blade.

"cut!"

The two men simultaneously let out a low shout, and with all their might, unleashed their strongest sword strikes of the night at each other!

"Boom—!!!"

Two terrifying sword energies collided violently in mid-air!

This collision was far greater than any of the previous ones.

A violent storm of true energy swept out like a Category 12 hurricane, completely destroying the surrounding houses and turning them into ruins.

Even the raging fire was forced to be suppressed by half under the impact of this terrifying aura.

Using this recoil force, Wei Zhuang and Jing Ke were simultaneously thrown backward in perfect unison.

Wei Zhuang tumbled in mid-air, his body landing lightly like a falling leaf on a tall building a hundred paces away.

He glanced intently in the direction where Jing Ke had disappeared, a complex light flickering in his eyes, then turned without hesitation, and in a few leaps, he vanished into the darkness without a trace.

Jing Ke, using the same force, moved like a black owl, tracing a perfect arc through the night sky before silently disappearing into a dark alley behind the mansion.

After landing, he didn't linger and quickly sped off along the pre-arranged escape route, following the coded messages left by the Bad Guys.

It had been less than ten breaths since the two had left.

"Bang!"

The mansion's main gate, already tattered and crumbling from the fire, was violently kicked open with brute force.

Holding an eight-foot-long broadsword, Ji Wuye, like a furious black bear, strode into the courtyard with murderous intent.

Behind him were densely packed, fully armed city guards, and the "Nightfall" bird assassins hidden in the shadows.

"Fire! Put out the fire right now! If even a single thing is missing from the warehouse, I'll chop you all up and feed you to the dogs!"

Ji Wuye stared at the ruins before him, now engulfed in flames, his eyes bloodshot, and let out a frenzied roar like that of a wild beast.

Under Ji Wuye's almost insane pressure, the city guards displayed unprecedented efficiency. They frantically drew water from nearby wells and rivers, rushing headlong into the sea of ​​fire without regard for their own safety.

With the combined efforts of hundreds and thousands of people, and after nearly half an hour of strenuous firefighting, the raging fire that seemed to be threatening to engulf everything was finally extinguished.

However, when the fire was extinguished and the thick smoke dissipated, what appeared before Ji Wuye was a scene that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave and almost drove him mad.

The once incredibly sturdy core warehouse had already collapsed completely in the flames and the aftershocks of the true energy from Wei Zhuang's battle with Jing Ke, turning into a pile of charred ruins.

Ji Wuye shoved aside the soldiers blocking his way, stepped on the scorching hot wood, and rushed to the center of the ruins without regard for anything else.

He pried open the still-smoking wooden planks and stones with his bare hands, searching for the heavy iron crates filled with gold.

"My suitcase! Where's my suitcase?!"

Ji Wuye frantically dug, completely unaware that his hands were being scalded and blistered.

Finally, he saw several tin boxes that were burned and deformed.

A glint of wild joy flashed in Ji Wuye's eyes. He swung his eight-foot-long sword and cleaved open the copper lock on the box.

Clang!

The lid of the box was opened.

However, there was no 100,000 taels of gold inside, the dazzling and blinding gold that Ji Wuye had imagined.

The box was completely empty!

There wasn't even a trace of a gold bar or a gold coin!

Ji Wuye refused to believe it and went berserk, splitting open all the boxes around him.

empty!

They're all empty!

Despite being under the close watch of so many people, they vanished without a trace in this sudden fire, as if they had evaporated into thin air!

"ah--!!!"

Looking at the empty, discarded iron crates before him, Ji Wuye felt a surge of blood rush to his head. He looked up to the sky and let out a shrill, desperate roar filled with boundless rage and murderous intent.

The roar, like the blood-curdling cry of an owl, echoed throughout the night sky of Xinzheng City, sending a chill down the spines of everyone who heard it.

Ji Wuye, a dignified general of the State of Han, was actually outmaneuvered right under his nose!

Ten thousand taels of gold have vanished without a trace!

"Investigate! Investigate for me! Dig three feet into the ground and find this batch of military funds! If you catch that thief, I'll cut him into a thousand pieces!"

Ji Wuye was enraged and split a charred log in two with a single stroke, like a madman who had completely lost his mind.

…………

The next morning, as the eastern sky was just beginning to lighten, the thick smoke over Xinzheng City had not yet completely dissipated, and a faint smell of burning still lingered in the air.

Inside the solemn and dignified royal palace of South Korea, the atmosphere was even colder and more suffocating than the early autumn morning outside, so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The enormous bronze chimes hung silently on both sides of the main hall, with civil and military officials standing on either side, heads bowed, eyes downcast, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The entire hall was deathly silent, with only the occasional suppressed cough adding to the eerie atmosphere.

On his high throne, King Han An looked haggard with puffy eyes. The towering fire and deafening noise in the east of the city last night had kept him awake all night, filled with fear.

He shifted his obese body uneasily, glancing somewhat furtively at Ji Wuye, who stood at the head of the military officers.