Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world

#414 - The arrogant detective

This gust of wind arrived without any warning, sweeping in instantly with tremendous force.

The gale howled as if it would overturn the entire world, its sound rampaging across the wilderness like the roar of ten thousand beasts.

Surprisingly, the wind seemed to contain some kind of peculiar power. The arrows, originally carrying deadly threat and raining down on Fan Jing and the commoners, were swept away by this force and blown to the side.

The once-fierce arrows, ravaged by the gale, lost their accuracy and power, falling weakly to the ground with dull thuds.

Fan Jing and the crowd of commoners had already closed their eyes in despair, gritting their teeth, ready to face the agonizing pain of arrows piercing their hearts, awaiting the arrival of death.

But this sudden turn of events left everyone stunned in place, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

They slowly opened their eyes, their eyes full of shock and disbelief, as if they had not yet recovered from this dramatic reversal.

Some commoners were so excited that their voices trembled as they shouted:

"Heaven has eyes! It's the gods showing their power!"

"The heavens couldn't bear to watch any longer, so they sent this gust of wind to save us!"

Upon hearing this, the other commoners all prostrated themselves on the ground with a thud, kowtowing to the sky in gratitude.

Their actions were devout and urgent, their foreheads hitting the ground heavily, making thumping sounds, their faces filled with relief and gratitude after surviving the disaster.

For these ordinary people, they had no ability to figure out what had happened. In their hearts, this was undoubtedly the protection of the heavens.

But there were experts present!

The leader of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, as a fourth-rank martial artist, was highly skilled and experienced.

His brow twitched suddenly, a trace of vigilance and ferocity flashing in his eyes as he sternly shouted:

"Bullshit about the gods showing their power! Someone is interfering!"

"Who dares to be presumptuous in front of me? Show yourself quickly!"

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority, traveling far in the wind.

Following the leader's stern shout, Zhao Chuxia and the others woke up as if from a dream, understanding what had happened.

At this moment, the wind suddenly changed direction, as if controlled by an invisible hand, blowing towards Princess Zhao Chuxia.

The gale howled, causing everyone's clothes to flutter and their hair to dance wildly.

Seeing this, the leader immediately shouted:

"Protect the Princess!"

She never expected that someone would dare to interfere in her process of shooting these commoners.

This was simply not putting her, the Princess, in their eyes at all!

At this time, the gale had already arrived, carrying a powerful impact.

The leader immediately drew his saber from his waist, the blade gleaming with a cold light, reflecting the cold light under the moonlight.

"Let me see who you are?!"

The leader shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and murderous intent.

He leaped up, his figure agile, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

The saber slashed fiercely towards the shadowy figure looming in the gale, the blade flashing as if it could completely suppress the gale.

But the next moment, a black object the size of a palm suddenly flew out from the gale, moving extremely fast, like a black lightning bolt.

The leader initially thought it was a hidden weapon. His saber momentum did not stop, his eyes full of disdain, and he slashed down at the black object, sneering at the same time:

"A mere trick, how dare you..."

But the leader stopped halfway through his words, his expression instantly frozen, as if he had seen something incredible.

Even his fierce saber momentum couldn't help but stagnate, his whole person frozen in mid-air.

Because he had already clearly seen what was thrown!

This surprised him, and he couldn't help but reach out and catch the black object.

He took a closer look and saw that it was actually a token!

The main body of the token was made of refined steel, with a hard texture, but the surface was covered with a layer of dark black paint, making it look mysterious and dignified.

On the front of the token, an eagle was carved. The eagle was carved vividly, its eyes sharp and majestic, as if overlooking all things in the world; on the back were engraved three ancient characters "Six Doors", the handwriting vigorous and powerful, revealing a sense of weight.

The leader naturally knew this token. He even stopped his attack, his face full of surprise, and he exclaimed:

"This is... the Famous Constable Token of the Six Doors!"

"And it's the token of Zhuying, one of the Four Great Constables!"

"Could it be..."

After speaking, the leader looked incredulously towards the gale, his eyes full of doubt and shock.

However, at this time, the gale had already rushed towards him. The leader didn't even see the figure in the wind clearly when he saw a hand suddenly stretch out from the gale, its speed as fast as lightning, and slapped the leader's face fiercely.

"Slap!!!"

Accompanied by a crisp slap sound.

The leader was actually slapped and flew out, his body drawing an arc in the air, landing and staggering back several steps before he could stand firm.

And half of his face was already swollen high, five clear finger marks instantly appearing, looking particularly conspicuous.

At this time, the howling gale suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

The figure in the gale had also appeared.

This person is Liang Jin.

It's just that Liang Jin has now changed his clothes, and used the "Thousand Faces Art" to change his figure and appearance, disguising himself as Zhuying, one of the Four Great Constables.

It has to be said that Liang Jin's current ordinary body makes using the "Thousand Faces Art" much easier than the more than two-meter-tall strongman's body on Hualong Island.

This also makes his appearance almost the same as Zhuying's. Unless someone is very familiar with him, it is difficult to distinguish the difference.

As for the token, it was obtained from Zhuying's corpse.

It hadn't been more than a few days since Zhu Ying died, and it would take time for his comrades to relay this news back to the Six Doors in the capital. If the news were to reach the ears of this group in front of him, it would take even longer.

Therefore, Liang Jin was certain that the people before him were unaware that Zhu Ying of the Six Doors was dead.

That meant he could take advantage of this token to impersonate him.

Liang Jin strode towards Zhao Chuxia and her group, his steps steady and powerful, his presence imposing.

At the same time, he wore an angry expression and said in a deep voice:

"Killing people in front of this official, not only targeting officials of the court but also innocent civilians."

"Do you even acknowledge this official? Is there any law in your eyes?!"

Liang Jin's voice was like a rolling thunder, exploding beside Zhao Chuxia and her group, causing their eardrums to ache and their heads to buzz.

This made them involuntarily cover their ears, their faces showing pain.

By the time the crowd had managed to recover, Liang Jin had already arrived in front of them.

Zhao Chuxia raised her head, her eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, and asked sharply:

"Bold! Who exactly are you?"

This surprised Liang Jin slightly. Zhao Chuxia didn't recognize Zhu Ying?

But thinking about it, it wasn't surprising that Zhao Chuxia, as a princess who had lived in her fief for a long time, had never seen the Four Famous Constables of the Six Doors in the capital.

Perhaps not only her, but many of the local officials in Changzhou had never seen Zhu Ying either.

Liang Jin strode up to the constable, his eyes icy, and snatched the token:

"Who am I?"

"See for yourself!"

With that, he slammed the token directly onto Zhao Chuxia's face.

The token was made of fine steel, hard and heavy.

This blow landed heavily on Zhao Chuxia's face, immediately causing two streams of blood to flow from her delicate nose, the blood running down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

The surrounding guards, upon seeing this, exclaimed in shock and anger:

"Impudence!!!"

"Dare to harm the princess?!"

They roared, brandishing their weapons and rushing towards Liang Jin, their eyes filled with anger and loyalty.

Liang Jin snorted disdainfully and then waved his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A vast internal force swept out like a surging wave, instantly sending the guards flying.

The first few guards were struck so hard that their chests caved in, and they died on the spot.

The guards behind them also had many bones broken, lying on the ground screaming miserably.

No one had expected Liang Jin to be so ruthless, which made the remaining guards who had just rushed over pause in fear, their faces full of dread.

At this moment, Zhao Chuxia finally saw the token that had struck her face clearly.

She was both shocked and angry:

"You are Constable Zhu Ying?"

"But even if you are Zhu Ying, you are not qualified to lay a hand on this princess! Nor are you qualified to kill my people!"

"Moreover, it hasn't even been verified whether you are Zhu Ying or not!"

Saying this, Zhao Chuxia looked at the constable beside her.

The constable had the highest martial arts skills, and she hoped he could help her resolve the situation.

But the constable whispered to her:

"Princess, I'm afraid he really is Zhu Ying..."

The constable was also complaining inwardly. Hadn't he endured a slap to the face until now?

Did Zhao Chuxia still not understand the situation?

Of course, the constable was sure that the person in front of him was Zhu Ying, one of the Four Famous Constables.

First of all, there was no problem with his appearance. The constable had seen Zhu Ying before and naturally knew his true face.

But appearance alone didn't mean anything; disguise techniques could also change one's appearance.

However, the constable also had other evidence:

First, the token was correct.

Second, the person in front of him only had the aura of a ninth-rank martial artist, but he displayed extremely high strength.

The constable naturally knew that this was due to the unique secret technique of the Shadow Division of the Six Doors, 'Hidden Dragon in the Abyss'.

Finally, the constable had secretly observed the belt around this person's waist, and he was certain that this belt was Zhu Ying's famous weapon—the Heavenly Dipper Soul-Locking Chain.

All the signs proved that the person in front of him was Zhu Ying!

This also filled the constable's heart with anger.

He had already been humiliated by Qin Feng of the Six Doors on the road.

Now, here, he was slapped in the face by Zhu Ying of the Six Doors again.

The Six Doors simply didn't take the Embroidered Uniform Guard seriously!

But the constable had been holding back his anger.

Because at this moment, besides anger, his heart was also full of shock and confusion:

"The Imperial Six Doors only sent Qin Feng, one of the Four Famous Constables, to Changzhou. Zhu Ying was sent to Dongzhou. Why would he appear here?"

"Could it be... Zhu Ying going to Dongzhou was a feint? Was he secretly coming to Changzhou to carry out a mission?"

"Then what exactly did he come to Changzhou for in secret?"

"Could it be..."

At this moment, the constable's heart was also filled with fear.

He knew that he and the Changzhou officials and the Prince of Pingcheng were colluding with each other, and they had done a lot of shady things recently.

In the court, the Eunuch Director of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, although second only to one person and above ten thousand, was known to the world as the Nine Thousand Years.

But the Eunuch Director still had political enemies and rivals.

The Godly Catcher of the Six Doors was one of the Eunuch Director's mortal enemies!

At this time, Zhao Chuxia was still angry:

"So what if you're Zhu Ying?"

"My father is the Prince of Pingcheng. When did a lowly dog of the Six Doors dare to bite me?"

Liang Jin was about to pass by Zhao Chuxia, but when he heard these words, his eyes turned slightly cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

The next moment, he suddenly threw a punch.

It was an uppercut, extremely fast and powerful, slamming into Zhao Chuxia's jaw.

There was a crisp "crack!" sound, and several of Zhao Chuxia's pearly white teeth were broken, flying out of her mouth with a string of blood.

Then Liang Jin waved his hand, grabbing the teeth in his palm.

Just as Zhao Chuxia opened her mouth to scream in pain, Liang Jin pressed his palm directly onto Zhao Chuxia's mouth, stuffing the broken teeth into Zhao Chuxia's mouth, forcing her to swallow the broken teeth.

After Liang Jin finished all this, he said coldly:

"Who your father is doesn't matter."

"Now aren't you being forced to swallow your broken teeth."

"If you're not convinced, send someone to call your father over. This official will wait for him here!"