The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

The people on the street looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhu Zhanjun couldn't help but cover his face.

What terrible lines!

The Japanese envoy was initially somewhat wary of the children's identities.

After all, the nobles of the Ming Dynasty were not people that ordinary envoys like them could afford to offend.

At the very least, it had to be Ashikaga Yoshikatsu, the younger brother of their Emperor, to be able to directly confront high-ranking officials and nobles of the Ming Dynasty.

However, seeing the silly look on those kids' faces, I immediately felt much more relaxed.

If they were truly top-tier nobles, wouldn't they know to announce the names of their elders?

At least say something like, "My dad is XX."

What's the meaning behind saying that?

What exactly is the Dabentang?

The Japanese envoy immediately sneered.

He waved his hand.

"beat!"

The warriors behind him immediately grinned maliciously and rushed forward to beat up Zhu Zhanjun and his group.

The boy behind him quickly said.

"careful."

Zhu Di gave a wink to the guards hidden in the crowd beside him.

The guard was about to make a move.

Suddenly, Yuan's situation changed.

As soon as the two Japanese samurai rushed close, Zhu Zhanjun darted out like a rabbit.

All the onlookers saw was his small figure flash by, and he had already circled around to the side of the samurai on the left. His left hand swiftly grabbed the other's wrist holding the sword and twisted it downwards.

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound of bones dislocating rang out, and the samurai screamed as his short sword clattered to the ground.

Without hesitation, Zhu Zhanjun kicked the opponent in the back of the knee with his right foot. The warrior fell to his knees and rolled around in pain, clutching his dislocated arm.

Another warrior was shocked to see this and swung his sword straight at Zhu Zhanjun's face.

Zhu Zhanjun neither dodged nor evaded; just as the blade was about to fall, he stretched out two fingers and firmly clamped the blade between them!

The samurai felt as if the blade was embedded in iron and stone, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out even an inch.

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Zhanjun's dark eyes. He suddenly exerted force with his two fingers, and "crack!" the steel blade was snapped in two!

Before the warrior could react, Zhu Zhanjun had already closed in and delivered an elbow strike right to his ribs.

The samurai was struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward and crashing into a roadside stall. He collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood, and could no longer get up.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the two fierce warriors were already lying on the ground, while the seemingly innocent child was slowly loosening his fingers, and half of the broken knife fell to the bluestone slab with a "clang".

The streets were deathly silent.

The Japanese envoy stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief, his lips trembling as he stammered, "You...you..."

Zhu Di was also dumbfounded.

Hold the grass!

Our grandson is so awesome!

Huang Huai and Yang Rong were also so shocked that their eyelids twitched wildly.

Zhu Gaoxu was born with superhuman strength.

This guy's having a child is even more awesome than him?!

Zhu Zhanqi, Zhang Mao, Liu Zhong, and the others immediately cheered loudly.

"The class monitor is awesome!"

"The class monitor is amazing!"

"You're my god, class monitor!"

"A mere citizen of Japan is no match for the class monitor!"

"..."

The boy behind them and the crowd of onlookers were also shocked and their scalps tingled.

That's amazing!

Zhu Zhanjun said calmly.

"You have committed crimes in the Ming Dynasty: beating civilians in the street, raping women of the entertainment industry, and committing murder with weapons. You should be punished according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty for these multiple offenses."

"Guards, arrest him and send him to the authorities."

His last sentence was clearly addressed to the constables beside him.

These constables weren't stupid. The little boy who was speaking was dressed in bright and beautiful clothes and had such superhuman strength. He must be of noble birth and not someone they could afford to offend. So they cupped their hands and walked towards the Japanese envoy.

The Japanese envoy turned pale, both shocked and furious.

He forced himself to stand straight and roared in broken Chinese, "I...I am a Yamato samurai! I would rather die than surrender! Who dares to arrest me?"

Zhu Zhanjun rolled his eyes.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his small figure rushed forward like an arrow released from a bow. His right fist struck the messenger squarely in the chest and abdomen.

"Ugh!!!"

The Japanese envoy felt an unimaginable force suddenly crash into his body, as if his internal organs had been instantly displaced.

His eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of acidic water mixed with gastric juice. He arched his body like a boiled shrimp, his feet left the ground, and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the bluestone pavement with a "bang." He then rolled twice more in a disheveled manner before coming to a stop.

He curled up on the ground, his whole body trembling violently, veins bulging on his forehead, and beads of cold sweat instantly soaking his temples.

Zhu Zhanjun walked slowly to his side and looked down at him.

The messenger struggled to prop himself up with his hands, but Zhu Zhanjun raised his foot and mercilessly stepped on one of his outstretched palms.

"Click, click..."

The chilling sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

The Japanese envoy's hands twisted and deformed under Zhu Zhanjun's feet, his finger bones groaning under the unbearable weight.

He suddenly tilted his head back and let out a shrill, inhuman howl, his face contorted in agony.

"What did you just say?" Zhu Zhanjun pressed down slightly on his foot, his voice calm and utterly unwavering. "Who are you?"

"Ah! Stop! Stop!" The Japanese envoy could no longer maintain his so-called "samurai dignity" as intense pain and fear completely overwhelmed him.

He wailed in agony, pounding the ground with his remaining good hand as he cried out.

"Please... have mercy on me!"

"I'm a coward!"

"I'm a piece of trash!"

Just then, the music inside the Danfenlou Pavilion abruptly stopped, and a commotion broke out at the entrance.

Several Japanese envoys, dressed in magnificent kimonos and carrying long swords at their waists, strode out, surrounded by several Ming Dynasty officials.

The leader was a man in his thirties with a sinister face and a short mustache; he was none other than Ashikaga Yoshikatsu, the chief envoy of the Japanese mission to Ming China.

The Ming Dynasty officials following behind him, dressed in blue or green official robes, were of low rank, judging from their insignia, such as the head of the Court of State Ceremonial. At this moment, they were all pale-faced and sweating.

Ashikaga Yoshikatsu immediately noticed the messenger lying on the ground groaning and two groaning samurai. When he saw that the person stepping on the messenger's hand was a child of about six or seven years old, he was first taken aback, then flew into a rage.

He shouted sternly, "Stop! Who dares to assault my Japanese envoy!"

Although he found it strange that several grown men were no match for a child, he didn't think much of it. It was normal for wealthy young men in the Ming Dynasty to have some strong servants.

The officials from the Court of State Ceremonial were also terrified. They were responsible for accompanying and entertaining the Japanese delegation and were having a banquet inside the building when they heard the commotion outside. They came out to check and were surprised to see this scene.

One of the officials, surnamed Wang, who wore a green heron-patterned rank badge, hurried forward and repeatedly bowed to Ashikaga Yoshikatsu, apologizing profusely: "Your Excellency, please calm your anger! Please calm your anger! There must be a misunderstanding!"

He then turned to Zhu Zhanjun and saw that although he was young, he had an extraordinary bearing and was accompanied by a group of equally well-dressed teenagers. He knew that Zhu was probably a nobleman's son, but since this involved foreign envoys, he dared not be negligent. He immediately put on a stern face, adopted his official authority, and sternly rebuked him:

"Whose young master are you?"

"How dare they gather here and cause trouble, and even injure a foreign dignitary!"

"Did you know that they were envoys representing the King of Japan, who came to pay tribute to the Celestial Empire?"

"This action damages diplomatic relations. Release your envoy immediately and offer an apology!"

Another official from the Court of State Ceremonial chimed in, "Exactly! You children are ignorant of the gravity of the matter. Diplomatic affairs are never trivial! Quickly step aside. If you disturb the esteemed envoy and damage the diplomatic relations of the Ming Dynasty, you will suffer the consequences!"

Ashikaga Yoshikatsu's face was grim. He stared at Zhu Zhanjun and said to Wang and the others, "The perpetrators must be severely punished, and this child and his family elders must personally apologize to our delegation and compensate for the losses. Otherwise, I will write to your Ministry of Rites and even meet with His Majesty the Emperor to accuse your country of condoning rioters and insulting envoys!"

Upon hearing this, Wang and the others were even more alarmed. They immediately shouted at Zhu Zhanjun, "Did you hear me? Get to it now! Who are you? Where are your parents? State your name immediately!"

Zhu Zhanjun slowly withdrew his foot, not even glancing at the groaning Japanese envoy on the ground again.

He looked up at the officials from the Court of State Ceremonial, his small face expressionless. "Gentlemen, without even asking what happened, you've already concluded that we were the ones causing trouble, and now you expect me to apologize to these madmen who committed violence in the street, abducted women, and injured people with weapons?"

Wang, the steward, was taken aback. Only then did he notice the songstress beside him with her swollen cheeks and still wet tear stains, as well as the angry but silent expressions of the surrounding people.

His heart skipped a beat, but he still steeled himself and said, "Even minor conflicts should be handled by the government! Your private fights that resulted in injury, especially when it involved foreign envoys, are a serious crime!"

"Besides, this Lord Ashikaga is a nobleman of Japan, representing the face of the nation. How dare you offend him? Quickly admit your mistake, and perhaps you will be treated leniently!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanjun suddenly smiled.

"What a fine 'representative of the nation'! Is the face of their Japan simply bullying women of the Ming Dynasty and beating citizens of the Ming Dynasty in the streets?"

"The laws of our Great Ming Dynasty are clear and unambiguous; under the emperor's feet, all land belongs to the king!"

"This person has violated the Great Ming Code, and there is ample evidence and witness testimony. As officials of the court, you gentlemen do not consider enforcing the law and punishing the culprit, nor do you uphold the dignity of the people and the law of our Great Ming. Instead, you blindly favor foreigners and harshly criticize your own people. What kind of logic is this?"

"Does the dignity of my Great Ming Dynasty have no value whatsoever?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and resounding. Among the people who had been silent, some couldn't help but whisper their approval.

The young man in plain clothes who had stepped forward earlier looked intently at Zhu Zhanjun, his eyes filled with admiration.

Wang, the steward, blushed with shock and anger at these words.

Enraged, he shouted, "What do you know about matters of state, you mere brat! Diplomacy values ​​peace, and appeasing distant peoples is His Majesty's national policy!"

"Stop being unreasonable!"

"If you continue to disobey my advice, I will arrest you all and hand you over to the authorities for questioning!"

Zhu Zhanqi, Zhang Mao, Liu Zhong, and others immediately stood in front of Zhu Zhanjun and shouted.

"Who among you dares to lay a hand on me?!"

The situation suddenly became tense.

Zhu Di said coldly from a distance.

"These officials of the Court of State Ceremonial are truly incredibly foolish."

Yang Rong and Huang Huai exchanged a glance, knowing that these officials from the Court of State Ceremonial were in for trouble.

Upon seeing this, Ashikaga Yoshikatsu said to Wang, "If you do not give my Japanese delegation an explanation within a quarter of an hour, I will immediately go to the Court of State Ceremonial and request an audience with the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to demand justice!"

Wang and the others broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that if things really escalated, they would absolutely not be able to bear the consequences.

The clerk, Wang, steeled his resolve and ordered the constables behind him, "Come on! Arrest this troublemaking child! Don't let him alarm your esteemed envoy any further!"

The constables hesitated. They had just witnessed Zhu Zhanjun's amazing skills, and the group of children looked to be from wealthy and noble families.

But since the superior had spoken and it involved foreign envoys, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

Zhu Zhanjun gave a cold laugh.

"If Yang Xing knew he had subordinates like you, he would be 'overjoyed'."

He emphasized the word "happy," clearly implying a strong sense of sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, Chief Wang felt a chill run down his spine and up to the top of his head, making his hair stand on end.

The Yang Xing mentioned by Zhu Zhanjun was the current Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial in the Ming Dynasty, and the superior of his immediate superior.

Could a child who can casually name Yang Xing be a member of an ordinary noble family?

Wang, the official in charge, trembled.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Zhu Zhanjun gave a soft snort.

"Logically speaking, an official of your rank has no right to investigate me."