My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

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Li Chen felt it was pointless.

This kind of one-sided domination is really not fulfilling.

He moved his foot and casually kicked the short knife that had fallen into the mud.

"You're such a coward."

He spat coldly, preparing to knock the two cripples unconscious and then call Wu Hou to drag them into the prison to be slowly tortured.

Just then.

The Japanese man whose face was being stepped on bit down hard on the remaining half of his tongue.

The intense pain stimulated his nerves, briefly bringing him back to consciousness from the brink of death.

Humiliation, utter humiliation!

The dignity of the Yamato samurai was being trampled repeatedly in the mud by this Tang Dynasty man. The contempt in the other man's eyes drove him more insane than having his bones broken.

A fierce, all-consuming ruthlessness suddenly erupted from his narrow eyes.

He knew he wasn't going to survive; his legs were broken and his hands were shattered.

But he still has his left hand; his left hand hasn't been severed yet!

The Japanese man let out a roar like a wild beast on its deathbed, forcing out a muffled curse from his rotting throat:

"Ba...ga...lu!"

Before he could finish speaking...

With his intact left hand, he suddenly grabbed a handful of mud from the ground. The mud was mixed with moss, blackened sewage, and his own vomit.

He used the last of his strength to prop himself up and swung his arm violently, throwing the filthy mud fiercely towards Li Chen.

The distance was too close, and the incident happened very suddenly.

Li Chen never expected that a cripple with three out of four limbs would actually have the guts to fight back.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

A pool of foul-smelling bloody mud landed squarely on the hem of Li Chenyue's white robe.

The filthy muddy water instantly spread, leaving a fist-sized, extremely glaring black and red stain on the pristine white fabric.

The air in the alley froze completely in that instant.

The wind stopped, and the sound of water droplets falling also disappeared.

The Japanese man on the ground was breathing heavily. Looking at the stain, a twisted and crazed smile appeared on his blood-covered face.

It seems that being able to disgust the other person before dying is also a kind of victory.

Li Chen lowered his head, his gaze falling on the stain.

I looked for a second, then two seconds.

He slowly raised his head.

The playfulness, languor, and mockery on his face vanished without a trace at that moment. In their place was a calm devoid of any emotion, as calm as an iron Buddha without life.

"Yo ho."

A very soft, cold laugh escaped Li Chen's throat: "My fault."

He casually tossed the blood-stained ash wood stick, which circled in mid-air before landing steadily in the corner of the trash heap.

"I forgot to break your hand too."

Li Chen stretched out his hands and slowly rolled up the wide sleeves on both sides, revealing his strong forearms.

"Since you like playing in the mud so much..."

"Today, I will let you eat your fill."

Li Chen strode forward, no longer using the stick, but directly using his hands!

He grabbed the Japanese man by the hair and forcefully pulled him out of the mud. His right fist was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

No tricks, just the most primitive street fighting style!

"Bang!"

A punch landed squarely on the Japanese man's intact nose!

The nasal bone was completely shattered, and two streams of blood gushed out like fountains.

"Bang!"

The second punch landed heavily on his eye socket, causing a bloody gash to burst open at the corner of his eye!

The Japanese man was too exhausted to even struggle; his body hung limply in Li Chen's hands like noodles.

Li Chen released his grip, letting him collapse to the ground.

He raised his foot and kicked the Japanese soldier repeatedly in the chest, stomach, and ribs!

"Bang!"

"Dare to fight back?"

"Bang!"

"You got my clothes dirty on my turf?"

"Bang!"

"I'll kick the shit out of you today!"

Each kick was powerful and merciless! The sound of ribs breaking echoed like firecrackers in the narrow alley.

Just as Li Chen was kicking with great enthusiasm...

Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps came from the alley entrance, accompanied by the crisp sound of armor clashing.

"Who's inside?"

A young, loud voice suddenly rang out at the alley entrance.

Qin Huaidao, dressed in full armor with a sword at his waist, was passing by with a patrol of guards.

Hearing the chilling sound of flesh and bone shattering coming from the dead end, Qin Huaidao drew his sword without hesitation and led his men to rush over.

It was too dark in the alley, so Qin Huaidao squinted and tried to see inside.

When Qin Huaidao saw the figure in the moon-white robe kicking a bloody mess, he was completely stunned.

"Your...Your Highness?" He hurriedly sheathed his sword, his face full of astonishment.

Li Chen stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound.

He took a deep breath, calmly straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and then slowly turned around.

Using the dim light filtering in from the alley entrance, Qin Huaidao finally saw the horrific scene on the ground.

Two people dressed in Japanese clothing, one already dead or alive; the other's chest was caved in, and blood was constantly bubbling from his mouth.

Look up at Li Chen again.

Li Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to the blood and mud stain on the hem of his robe.

The chilling ferocity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of righteous indignation and heartbroken victimhood. He pointed at the Japanese man on the ground, his voice trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice:

"Huai Dao! You've come at the perfect time!"

Li Chen loudly protested:

"These two thieves! In broad daylight, they tricked me into an alley, trying to rob me of my money!"

"I resisted to the death, and they actually drew their swords and attacked me!"

Li Chen pointed to the short knife on the ground and continued to shout in anguish:

"Look at him! He even pulled out a knife! And he still grabbed mud from the ground and threw it at me! He even started cursing at me!"

"I, a weak and scholarly King of Qin, had no choice but to fight back fiercely in order to protect myself!"

Qin Huaidao looked at the thick white ash wood stick on the ground, and then at the two "robbers" whose bones were broken in countless places and who were almost kicked into a pulp.

His eye twitched violently twice.

A weak and incompetent King of Qin? Forced into a corner? A desperate counterattack?

This is clearly a one-sided torture!

But who is Qin Huaidao? He is Qin Qiong's son! He grew up in the Qin Prince's mansion and has long regarded Li Chen as his half-master and his boss's loyal follower.

The astonishment on Qin Huaidao's face lasted only a second.

The next moment, he immediately put on an expression even angrier than Li Chen's.

"Clang!"

The sword that had just been sheathed was drawn again!

"You audacious madman! How dare you attack a prince of the Tang Dynasty in broad daylight!"

Qin Huaidao suddenly turned around and roared at the warriors behind him:

"Leave two people to guard the alley entrance! Don't let anyone in!"

"The rest of you, come inside with me! These two thieves are so stubborn, they even dared to resist arrest! Keep beating them!"

The warriors rushed in like wolves and tigers, and then proceeded to brutally beat the two lumps of "rotten flesh" on the ground.

The screams from the alley suddenly rose another octave.

Li Chen leisurely withdrew from the battle and walked to the alley entrance.

Qin Huaidao understood and followed, the two standing side by side outside the alley, listening to the sounds inside.

"Your Highness, these two appear to be Japanese envoys to Tang China. If we kill them, it could cause serious trouble," Qin Huaidao leaned closer and whispered a warning.

Li Chen nonchalantly patted his sleeves: "Don't worry, they won't die. I've left them alive."

Several passersby heard the screams coming from the alley and, out of curiosity, tried to come and see what was happening, but they were all chased away by the fierce-looking Wu Hou who was guarding the alley entrance.

Li Chen looked at Qin Huaidao, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his eyes becoming deep and his tone meaningful:

"After the beating is over, roll them up in a tattered mat and take them back to your Ministry of Justice prison."

"Interrogate them thoroughly, and don't let them sleep."

"I strongly suspect that they are spies sent by the enemy to spy on the secrets of our Great Tang Dynasty."

Upon hearing the word "spy," Qin Huaidao's eyes lit up instantly.

Military merit! This is military merit that fell right out of the sky!

Qin Huaidao grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and nodded vigorously.

"Your Highness, rest assured, once you're in our prison..."

"Even if it's a rock, I can make him vomit all the water out of his stomach! Got it!"