"You dare to kill Ming officials?"

Miso miso miso.

Finally, Mahamu pulled out the scimitar from his waist and glared at Fan Chong who actually thought he was Akito and uttered arrogant words.

From the time when the conflict originally occurred until the officers and soldiers of the Military and Horse Division on the dock discovered and blocked it.

Fan Chong, who was originally intact, had his hair in a mess, a large black circle over his left eye, and a small wound at the corner of his mouth. After wiping away the blood, a shallow blood stain was left on his face.

And the fly-green official robe he brought with him as an eighth-rank European inspector was also stained.

His face was bruised and purple, and his body was black and gray.

However, facing Mahamu who showed off his machete, Fan Chong, a barbarian merchant, was not afraid at all.

I don't know where he got the courage, but he ignored the dissuasion of the guards around him, stretched his neck, took two steps forward, and pressed his shoulder against the tip of Mahamu's drawn knife.

Fan Chong's face was ferocious, revealing a hint of madness: "If you have the guts, just stab in!"

Mahamu was stunned. He never imagined that Hongyi, who was always pulling the skin of the Ming Dynasty tiger, would have the courage to stand alone under the tip of his own knife.

Fan Chong was getting more and more crazy at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and red due to excitement, and there were streaks of bloodshot eyes.

Under Mahamu's gaze, he picked up his steps again.

He slowly raised his feet and then slowly lowered them, landing silently.

However, under the tip of the knife on his shoulder, his clothes had already sunk in a piece.

Killing is the simplest thing.

Mahamu could no longer remember how many people had died under the scimitar in his hand since he was able to climb on the back of a horse alone.

As long as he exerts a little force and holds the scimitar in his hand forward, the damn Hongyi in front of him will die on the spot.

However, Mahamu did not dare to actually hand out the scimitar the last three inches.

Ta-ta-ta.

Under the Waijinchuan Gate, the cold sound of horse hooves sounded in the city gate cave, echoing in the city gate cave.

Roll, grind, grind.

Creaking.

A carriage, pulled by war horses, leisurely drove out of the city gate.

Zou Xueyu's eyes lit up. The small flag on the carriage clearly showed that it was the carriage of the emperor's grandson.

However, before Zou Xueyu could step forward to greet the savior whom he had been eager to arrive for a long time.

The sound of fabric tearing reached his ears.

Then, a figure flashed across Zou Xueyu's eyes, rushed out, and rushed to the carriage.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, you are finally here!"

"Your Highness, you have to make the decision for me! Someone is so bold as to want to assassinate our officials from the Ming Dynasty!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

Even though the pier was overcrowded and onlookers crowded the scene, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Fan Chong, who had put on the fly-green official robe before going ashore, still knelt in front of the carriage looking embarrassed.

On his chest and shoulders, the entire fly-green official robe was cut open by the tip of Mahamu's scimitar, revealing the skin underneath and a shallow blood stain.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fan Chong knelt on the ground and kept howling.

"Your Highness, please make the decision for me!"

"Your Highness, if you come later, you won't be able to see me..."

This damn Hongyi!

Mahamu, who had put away his machete, really wanted to draw his sword again at this moment and kill this damn Hongyi man.

Zhu Yunxi walked out of the carriage with a smile on his face. After he straightened up, his expression turned cold.

He just glanced at the dock lightly.

"Your Majesty, Zou Xueyu, the magistrate of Tianfu, is here to see His Highness the Emperor Taisun."

"I will see His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun."

"The common people meet His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun."

Zou Xueyu was the first to kneel down to see him.

This wasn't necessary, but he just did it.

The entire people on the pier, following the prefect, knelt down in the blink of an eye.

Even the Europeans brought by Fan Chong knelt on the ground one by one.

In an instant, on the entire pier, except for those who followed Zhu Yunxi, only the Wala man holding a scimitar was still standing.

Fan Chong was still lying on the ground, sobbing quietly.

But he still had time to quietly look back and glance at the stupid Wala man behind him.

Zhu Yunxi first glanced at Zou Xueyu who was kneeling on the ground.

This guy is worthy of being a student of psychology. He is just like those bastards. He is as bad as he is bad.

Then, he looked calmly at Mahamu who was standing there.

"Why didn't Taiping and Batu Polo come? I would like to see them too."

Mahamu, who originally wanted to wait for Akito to stand up, felt his heart skip a beat.

Plop.

This young adult wolf on the grassland finally knelt on the ground with his proud head underneath.

"The envoy of Wala, Choros Mahamu, meets His Highness the Grandson of the Ming Dynasty."

"Ouch!"

Under everyone's gaze, Zhu Yunxi made a strange voice, and then said: "I thought that in twenty or thirty years, you Yuan people would have forgotten all about the gift to the Central Plains."

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Chapter completed!