“…”

The noise suddenly became quiet.

Whether it was Zhao Zhangtou who was beaten, the man from Dongchang, or the lieutenant in the Jinyi behind Zhang Jing, they didn't say a word.

It seemed that my breathing had stopped suddenly.

People's pupils were shrinking and they looked at Zhang Jingyi in disbelief.

Before coming, didn’t you agree to make sense?

But this slap was like thunder.

Zhang Jing's words made people tremble.

This is a lunatic.

Of course... to a certain extent, Zhang Jingyi's identity is indeed nobler than Zhao Chuotou.

This involves the issue of the factory and safety system.

The Jinyiwei belongs to the system of the personal army, so its leader, the Jinyiwei Commander, is a third-rank official.

Even a hundred households like Zhang Jingyi are still a sixth rank.

The Kedong Factory is different.

Dongchang was affiliated with eunuchs, and since Emperor Taizu Gao, eunuchs were strictly restricted.

Therefore, although this internal supervisor also has a rank, the eunuchs in the twelve supervisors, the fourth department, and the eighth bureau are the most honorable.

As for the supervisor of the East Factory, the ranks are still so low. These pawns who are not in the foreign affairs office, such as the stall and the sect, are not even formal official positions. Most of them are drawn from the personal army, but they are often for the sake of easy control. For example, people like Zhao stall may have been just a chief official of the Jinyiwei before, and it would be nice to have a seventh rank.

Of course, no one cares about this!

But Zhang Jing must be careful.

The slap made Zhao stand out ashamed and angry. He covered his eyes and said with hissing: "Zhang Jingyi, you have such a great official power!"

"You know that I have the power of the government and dare to talk to me like this, how can you spare you today!" Zhang Jing was particularly cold on the other hand. He really killed someone.

Although he was in a mess when he was killing someone, Zhang Jingyi is now familiar with him.

He pressed the hilt of the knife and shouted loudly: "Captains!"

The captains and the strong men at the back were sober.

Looking at everything in front of you in a daze.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

But at this time, Zhang Jing roared one by one, and they subconsciously shuddered.

Because they suddenly realized that the East Factory was not easy to mess with, and Zhang Jingyi in front of them was even more difficult to mess with.

"exist!"

Everyone agreed.

Zhang Jing was expressionless, but calm and composed. She walked two steps away as if no one was around and dusted the dust on her brocade clothes: "Damn, these dog slaves from the East Factory do not know the magnitude and inferiority. They dared to threaten them and were still doing something. Within a cup of tea, if there was a person from the East Factory standing here, I would settle the score with you and make a fight for me!"

“…”

The men were completely confused at this time.

They did not expect that the Jinyiwei would dare to be so cruel.

And the captains...returned to their drunken state.

At first, they were filled with blood because of alcohol.

After that, I calmed down again.

But now... Zhang Jing said fucking, suddenly, it seemed that alcohol was on the head again.

silence……

After a brief silence, no one knew who was a snoring suddenly roared: "Battle!"

What Zhang Jing saw was a foolish young man, secretly applauding that he wanted to write down this person.

So, the indifferent head rushed forward like a hungry tiger pounced on the sheep, grabbed a man from the East Factory, and raised his fist.

This time, there was no expectation that someone would not be able to do anything. Between the shock and hesitation, he was not prepared at all. He saw a huge fist in front of him, and then he heard the indifferent green roar, "Dog man, eat my Grandpa Jinyiwei's punch."

The next moment, he punched the face, and suddenly the bridge of his nose shattered and blood splattered all over his face.

A wailing sound began.

The Dongchang men were shocked and wanted to retreat.

But at this time...they were filled with anger. On weekdays, these Dongchang men were used to showing off their power. They were all condescending and arrogant. Someone took the lead and the captains rushed forward.

This is how people are. When you are alone, you are timid and dare not even speak loudly.

But once it becomes a group of people, reason will gradually be lost. Once someone instigates it, it will suddenly become a group of beasts that dare to trample on all laws.

There are not many fans in Dongchang.

In addition, they did not expect that these Jinyiwei rushed over like wolves and tigers, and they were already frightened.

Therefore, in this small Dongchang Liqing Department, there are often three or two people surrounding one, knocking the person to the ground, and then punching and kicking each other.

Someone's eyes turned red and even the chair became a tool. For a moment, teacups flew everywhere and wood chips intertwined.

Zhang Jing didn't move. He didn't like fighting, especially group fights. He was a decent person, just holding a knife and standing around.

In this messy yamen hall, I missed one by one without recognition and walked to Zhao Paotou, who had been beaten to the ground, who had been beaten to the bruised face.

He looked down at Zhao's head.

Zhao Zhangtou said with a voice: "Don't fight anymore, Zhang Jingyi, the factory guards are all."

"You're talking to me like this?" Although Zhang Jingyi was still slow at this time, his body was filled with murderous aura.

Zhao Chatou was trembling with fear. He never expected that such a thing would happen. He had committed some evil, but he actually encountered such a killing god.

Zhao Chatou had no choice but to get up, crawl down again, and bowed: "Zhang...Zhang Baihu..."

Zhang Jingyi looked at him with a cold face: "The day before yesterday, the man was a minor crime. Was that man actually a minor crime?"

"Yes..." Zhao Chuotou nodded first, but faced Zhang Jingyi's terrifying gaze, and shook his head: "No...No..."

"Since he is not a meticulous work, why are you taking someone?"

Zhao Zhangtou was speechless.

Zhang Jingyi sneered: "Dog thing!"

With one kick, Zhao Zhangtou, who was kneeling on the ground, kicked over.

Zhao Chatou wailed, and at this time he also gritted his teeth and said sternly: "Zhang Jingyi, today... it's either you die or I die. Do you dare to come here to make a big fuss today, thinking you can take off?"

Zhang Jingyi suddenly became angry.

The first time he was so angry.

When he came to this world, the haze of the country was about to be destroyed and his family was suppressed, so he had to be frightened step by step and be cautious everywhere.

But in front of me, looking at Zhao Zhangtou, who had helped him to break into the mansion of good people not long ago, and was beaten up by the torture in the mansion that night, the torture of the mansion still lingered in Zhang Jingyi's ears.

Now, Zhang Zhangjing retorted again when he heard Zhao Paidou's rebelliousness.

Zhang Jing's body trembled, and an indescribable anger was like a ball of fire, burning Zhang Jingyi's reason clean.

He rushed forward all of a sudden.

He pressed his knees against Zhao Chatou's abdomen, covered with bloodshot eyes, staring at Zhao Chatou with a grim face, saying, "Is that so, do you want me to die? Are you not convinced? I naturally know that you are not convinced. You must have never tasted the grievances like today in your life, right? Of course, if you have tasted it, how could you defame the polite and persevere people as traitors, and how could you be so bold and reckless that you would destroy the family? An animal!"

As Zhang Jing said, in the midst of the turmoil, he picked up the falling teacup on the ground.

The tea cup was handed in Zhang Jingyi's hand and raised it high.

Zhao Zhang's pupils on the ground contracted, and he wanted to struggle in panic.

But at this time, the teacup had already fallen down fiercely.

Bang...

The teacup hit his forehead hard.

The porcelain pieces were broken.

Punching the skull of Zhao Chatou directly.

The broken porcelain pieces were also inserted between Zhang Jingyi's fingers, cutting Zhang Jingyi's fingers, and the red blood flowed out along Zhang Jingyi's fingers.

Zhang Jingyi found that he did not feel the pain at this time.

He seemed to be unable to control himself anymore, and he fell into some inexplicable excitement. He stared at Zhao's head with his distorted eyes below him, and heard Zhao's head's harsh wailing.
To be continued...