bullyxtreme Chapter 11 Mutual Scare
Chapter 11 Mutual Scare
Only after confirming that Zhou Shan was dead on the spot did Chang Yuan slowly put away his pistol.
His face remained expressionless, his thin body stood ramrod straight, and the murderous aura emanating from him coalesced into a chilling majesty.
The street was deathly silent; no one was talking anymore, but all eyes were on Chang Yuan.
Now, everyone knows that Chang Yuan is capable of murder.
Although rumors of his extraordinary power, killing dozens of cult members, have been circulating since yesterday, with everyone marveling at his strength and ferocity, and talking about it enthusiastically.
But that was just a rumor; almost no one actually witnessed Chang Yuan killing someone.
Furthermore, since the dead were all nameless and anonymous cult members, the impact on the general public was very weak.
It's roughly similar to the story of Zhao Zilong's seven entries and exits in and out of battle, as told in the Three Kingdoms storytelling.
Chang Yuan's beautiful face and thin body were particularly deceptive, making the whole thing seem even more unreal to everyone.
The situation is completely different now.
Chang Yuan shot Gao Shan in the head right in front of everyone, and Gao Shan was a well-known figure in the Qianhu garrison, making the scene incredibly realistic and impactful.
Everyone knows now that Chang Yuan really does kill people!
Now, looking at Chang Yuan again, even though he was thin and beautiful, and even though he was still a junior officer, no one dared to look down on him anymore.
The Thousand Household Building is eight stories high, and every street within the Thousand Household Office is within the Thousand Households' sight.
Chang Yuan committed murder in the street at the garrison, and the garrison commander was notified immediately.
But he simply smiled and said, "Let him do it; there's no need to stop him."
"That mountain is nothing but a bullshit, a dog-like thing; once it's dead, it's dead."
"If it can be verified that Changyuan's quality is excellent, I will be truly overjoyed."
As he spoke, Lord Chiju's eyes showed no surprise or joy, only a profound calm.
Chang Yuan waited on the street for fifteen minutes, but no one came to arrest him or talk to him. He knew that the commander was doing him a favor.
So Chang Yuan borrowed a machete, cut off Gao Shan's head, used his clothes as a wrapper, packed it up, carried it on his back, and strode along the street toward the gate of the Thousand Households Office.
He arrived at the gate and saw that it was indeed open, with a motorcycle parked inside.
Chang Yuan turned around and bowed in the direction of the Thousand Household Building, sincerely saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Thousand Household."
Then he mounted his iron horse, revved the engine, and sped off towards Kaifeng Prefecture.
In just two hours, Chang Yuan arrived in Xiangfu County.
The hundreds of miles of flat, boundless wheat fields along the way, and the awe-inspiring experience of crossing the Yellow River Bridge, made his mindset increasingly clear and open.
Chang Yuan abandoned his idea of sneaking in at night and putting the head in Zhou Chengye's bed.
While "The Godfather" is undoubtedly a classic film, gangsters are gangsters, and their methods are underhanded and cannot be openly discussed.
For the prestigious Embroidered Uniform Guard, the sword of the Ming emperor, the official army among official troops, to secretly engage in shady dealings would be beneath their dignity.
Chang Yuan calmly drove his iron-horse to a stop in front of the Zhou residence, carrying a package containing the severed heads. He stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Open the door, it's the Embroidered Uniform Guard on duty!"
Sure enough, as soon as the words "Imperial Guard" were uttered, the Zhou family steward scrambled to open the door, bowing and scraping as he asked, "May I ask what business you have here, sir?"
Chang Yuan held up the package containing the human head: "This is a gift for your Master Zhou Chengye."
"I want to hand it to him myself!"
The butler awkwardly withdrew his hands and gestured, "Please follow me, sir."
Zhou Chengye had already received the news, and hurriedly changed his clothes before rushing to the main hall to greet the Imperial Guards who had suddenly arrived.
But when he saw that Chang Yuan was alone and just a minor officer, he immediately felt relieved and unconsciously started to put on airs.
Zhou Chengye picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip: "Which lord sent you? What business do you have with me?"
Chang Yuan smiled slightly, untied the knot in the package, and flung the severed head out, which slammed onto the octagonal table with a loud bang, shattering teacups on the floor.
Zhou Chengye was so frightened when he suddenly saw a human head that he jumped up from his chair and tumbled and fell against the corner of the wall, screaming "Aww!" and "Ahhh!"
It was like being cornered in an empty alley by three burly men from Sichuan.
Chang Yuan smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhou, you've overdone it."
The crying and screaming stopped abruptly.
Zhou Chengye stood up helplessly, apologizing slightly embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect the junior officer to be so clever."
He scratched his head and asked疑惑地问道, "May I ask which of my incompetent subordinates this is? Did he offend you, or your superior?"
Chang Yuan watched Zhou Chengye's performance and calmly replied, "He is a money lender from the Henan Province Thousand Household Office of the Eastern Garrison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. He changed his surname to Zhou Shan after following Master Zhou."
His subtext was: Stop pretending. If you don't even know the lenders in the provincial capital's thousand-household branch, it just means you've lost control of your own business.
Zhou Chengye laughed without any embarrassment, "What the junior officer said is correct, but the Zhou Shan I know is not like this fat-headed, big-eared man."
"I remember him as a tall, skinny burly guy, how did he get so fat?"
Chang Yuan hadn't expected the other party to be able to smooth things over like this, so he could only sarcastically remark, "This shows that the Qianhu branch is very lucrative in lending, and Master Zhou may have lost a lot of income."
Zhou Chengye grinned and said, "Haha, this business isn't just mine, but all the losses are mine. Thanks to the junior officer for cleaning up my mess."
"Sigh, it's a real pity. Zhou Shan is a clever guy, ruthless, and most importantly, smooth-talking, which is why I sent him to the Thousand Household Office to help the Embroidered Uniform Guard."
"I never expected this, I never expected this..."
Zhou Chengye skillfully revealed his background, played the victim, and shifted blame. In his final attempt to salvage the situation, he even implied that Qianhu had also agreed to the loan business.
To be honest, what he said was too convoluted, and Chang Yuan didn't understand it.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand; he traveled two hundred kilometers, not to reason with people.
Chang Yuan handed over the IOU directly, and Zhou Chengye took it, glanced at it, and knew what it was all about.
For a fleeting moment, Chang Yuan sensed killing intent emanating from Zhou Chengye.
It was faint and subtle, but the fleeting killing intent was impossible to conceal in the face of the "precision" entry he activated.
Chang Yuan immediately tried to lock onto Zhou Chengye, but to his surprise, he found that for a full half breath, the word "precise" could not completely lock onto the space between his eyebrows, and could only maintain a lock on an area the size of a human head.
Chang Yuan was on high alert, his back was drenched in cold sweat that trickled down his spine.
Zhou Chengye is an extraordinary person!
Zhou Chengye's eyes widened, filled with fear of death and bewildered shock.
He just felt death, a death that could only be avoided by using the strongest means.
How could a low-ranking officer in the Embroidered Uniform Guard have the ability to send him to his death?
Both sides were quite startled by the other.
The two stared at each other, their eyes wide open; the living room was eerily quiet.