Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

"Well……"

The scalpel churned at Ono Shinzo's internal organs, causing his eyes to bulge and his pupils to contract violently.

An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through his cerebral cortex like an electric current.

Ono Shinzo opened his mouth wide, trying to scream, trying to call for help, but due to the intense pain causing spasms, only a series of gurgling screams came from his throat.

He looked down incredulously at the laborer who had stabbed him.

Even now, I still don't understand how an ordinary dockworker could possess such precise and emotionless killing skills.

One strike, one kill!

"Murder! Murder! Robbery and murder!"

The moment the man who stabbed him pulled out his knife, the men Du Yisheng had arranged beforehand let out a shrill, terrified scream.

This is precisely where Du Yisheng's brilliance lies: he puts on a complete show, taking the act of crying "stop thief" to the extreme.

The man with the barrel knife did not finish the job, because with his liver shredded, there was no chance of survival.

He ignored the valuable gift box beside him, grabbed his companion, and like two startled rabbits, pushed through the crowd and quickly disappeared into the intricate cargo at the dock, leaving only a trace of panic.

"What's going on?!"

Hearing screams and gasps from behind, Fujiwara no Heiji, who was smoking a cigar, turned around.

Upon seeing the scene before them, the two men dropped their cigars and turned deathly pale.

Ono Shinzo, whom Hirohito regarded as a confidant and whom they considered a nightmare, was seen clutching his right side in pain.

Blood gushed out from between Kono's fingers like a fountain, staining his coarse linen clothes red.

"Thump..."

Ono Shinzo's body lay limp and lifeless in a pool of blood.

His body convulsed violently, his eyes fixed on the sky, filled with resentment, humiliation, and confusion.

He, a dignified guard of the crown prince, came with a mission to change the fate of the nation.

He didn't even get to see Lin Qi's face before dying so humiliatingly and inexplicably at the hands of a peasant!

This way of dying is a hundred times more humiliating than being shot!

"Ono! Ono!"

Fujiwara no Heiji panicked completely and rushed over like a madman. When he saw Ono Shinzo lying in a pool of blood with his pupils already starting to dilate, his mind went completely blank.

"Quick! Call a doctor! Go catch the thugs!"

Du Yisheng rushed over, his face filled with shock and rage. He ordered his men, "How dare they commit robbery and murder in broad daylight! Seal off the dock! Dig three feet into the ground and find the murderers! I want them to be torn to pieces!"

Amidst his lifelike roar and the terror of the surrounding crowd.

Ono Shinzo let out a desperate gurgling sound, his head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing.

The two young masters from top-tier aristocratic families, Fujiwara and Heiji, were completely terrified.

Their minds went completely blank.

Whether Shinzo Ono lives or dies is irrelevant to them.

In their eyes, he was nothing more than a lowly brute, a dog that bites.

However, this dog is different from other dogs. Standing behind it is the current crown prince of the empire, the future emperor!

Shinzo Ono followed them to the Dragon Kingdom, carrying a mission personally entrusted to him by the Crown Prince!

Although neither of them knew the specifics of the mission, it was obvious to anyone that something that would warrant the Crown Prince sending his personal bodyguards was no small matter.

And now, this special envoy, who was on a mission, was stabbed through the abdomen with a rusty knife by a lowly laborer right under their noses, in broad daylight at the dock!

If Ono dies, it means that the mission entrusted by the Crown Prince has failed, and this blame will inevitably fall on both of their families without reservation!

And the two of them were the first to be affected.

Fear instantly spread through their minds.

Driven by the will to survive, the two young masters, who usually made a fuss even over a cut on their finger, completely disregarded their status and pounced on Ono Shinzo like madmen.

Fujiwara's suit was instantly soaked in blood.

His hands trembled as he pressed tightly against the bottomless, gushing wound beneath Ono Shinzo's right rib, trying to stop the life from slipping away.

Hirashi knelt on the other side, sweating profusely with anxiety. He frantically tore open Ono's shirt, trying to find a way to stop the bleeding, his words tumbling out incoherently, "Ono-kun! Hang in there! Don't die! Doctor! Call a doctor!"

However, the moment the serrated knife pierced through, it had already shredded Ono's liver.

Dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs mercilessly seeped out from between Fujiwara's fingers.

Ono's pupils had been dilated for half a day; he had long since died.

Looking at Ono Shinzo, who had become a corpse beneath him, Fujiwara Heiji slumped in a pool of blood, his hands covered in blood, his eyes empty and desperate.

I've given up. It's hopeless.

Du Yisheng, standing to the side, clearly took in the utterly devastated reactions of the two wealthy Japanese men.

His face displayed just the right amount of shock and confusion.

Du Yisheng stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to Fujiwara, his words carrying seven parts incomprehension and three parts probing:

"My lords, this...this was merely a servant. Though he has met with misfortune, I, Du, will certainly provide you with an explanation. But why should a mere servant cause you such distress? Why must you condescend to personally attempt to save him?"

These words, like a needle, precisely pierced Fujiwara no Heiji's taut nerves.

Fujiwara suddenly shuddered.

He instantly realized that his and Ping's reactions were too much!

This act of risking everything to save a follower far exceeds the scope of a master's concern for his servant, and will definitely arouse the suspicion of this gang leader!

Fujiwara forced a sorrowful expression, helped Hirai to his feet, hastily wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief, and explained:

"Du-kun, you don't know this... Although Ono is nominally a servant, he is actually an elder in the family."

Fujiwara's mind raced, concocting a plausible lie to conceal Ono's true identity: "He grew up in our family, utterly loyal to my father and me. We've always considered him family. Now, he's died tragically in a foreign land while protecting me; my heart is breaking!"

Du Yisheng narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation.

But he immediately turned his head and cast a questioning look at the equally distraught Ping Shi beside him.

His eyes seemed to ask: Since Ono is an elder of the Fujiwara family, what is his relationship with you, Prince Taira? The way you rushed to save him just now was no slower than Fujiwara's.

Ping felt uneasy under Du Yisheng's sharp gaze, inwardly cursing Fujiwara for making up such a lame excuse, but he could only bite the bullet and keep going.

"Ahem... Mr. Du."

Ping cleared his throat awkwardly and quickly changed the subject, trying to hide his panic: "Ono... he is indeed an elder of the Fujiwara family. He watched me grow up. Our two families have been friends for generations, and I have a lot of affection for him."

As he spoke, he raised his head, feigning grief and indignation, and shifted the focus through gritted teeth: "Lord Du! This matter absolutely cannot be left like this! In broad daylight, someone dared to commit murder and robbery on your territory, killing members of the Fujiwara family! Lord Du, you must help us catch the murderers; I will tear them to pieces!"