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

Chapter 415 Why is all the money gone?
When the waiter heard Liang Jin's threat, he was shocked and angry. The muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire.

He knew in his heart that even if he had really committed a crime, according to court rules, he should be dealt with by the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

When will it be the turn of the people from the Six Gates to come and attack him?

After all, he is a well-known figure in the police station, how could he allow himself to be manipulated like this?

The leader was not willing to surrender, and he suddenly grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand. With a "swish", the long knife was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed.

He put on a posture as if he was ready to attack at any time, and exuded a fierce aura.

At this moment when the situation is tense and about to break out.

Zhao Chuxia's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tense atmosphere:
"Want disaster relief money?"

"I'll take you!"

These sudden words made the guard, who had been ready to fight desperately, suddenly stop. With a face full of confusion, he slowly turned his head and looked at Zhao Chuxia.

Zhao Chuxia's usually pretty face was now filled with deep fear, her eyes were filled with panic and anxiety, she was completely different from her previous arrogant and confident self.

Recalling the time when Liang Jin killed the Tongzhi, Zhao Chuxia's anger reached its peak. She wished she could cut Liang Jin into pieces to relieve her hatred.

But when Liang Jin broke the imperial envoy's neck in public without hesitation or blinking, Zhao Chuxia's inner defenses completely collapsed, and fear overwhelmed her like a tide.

He is the imperial envoy, representing the supreme imperial power!
No matter how brave Zhao Chuxia was, he dared to shoot the county magistrate and a group of civilians, but he did not dare to kill the imperial envoy.

However, Liang Jin killed him so cleanly and decisively, completely disregarding the court rules and not caring about his future and life. This crazy act made Zhao Chuxia shudder.

So, when Liang Jin said that she would be the next person to be killed, Zhao Chuxia truly felt the threat of death.

She didn't want to die in such an unclear way and then watch these officials criticize and scold her with their mouths.

She also realized that Liang Jin didn't care about the criticism from these officials at all. He was like a killing god from hell, fearless.

"The disaster relief money is in the camp."

"I'll take you there right away."

Zhao Chuxia's voice trembled slightly, and after she finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the tent.

Although she was terrified and willing to take Liang Jin to find disaster relief money, it did not mean that she had let go of her hatred.

At this moment, she still hated Liang Jin to the core, and her hatred grew with every step she took.

Before leaving, she turned her head slightly and winked at the waiter out of the corner of her eye.

The boss was so smart that he understood it immediately.

The most important thing now is to delay time!

As long as they can delay until the Prince of Pingcheng and the experts from the Criminal Investigation Bureau arrive, then even if Liang Jin is the king of the world, he will not be able to escape.

Thinking of this, Dangtou slowly put away his long sword and put it back into the scabbard. He suppressed the resentment and anger in his heart, followed Zhao Chuxia and walked out together.

Seeing this, Liang Jin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer, and followed slowly.

Upon seeing this, the officials looked at each other in confusion.

They really couldn't understand why the princess so easily revealed the whereabouts of the disaster relief money?
This Zhuying is obviously here to investigate the case. If there is no physical evidence, everyone can continue to make excuses.

But once Zhuying finds the disaster relief money, everyone present will be doomed and there will be no way to deceive them.

Driven by strong curiosity, the officials hurriedly followed. They also wanted to see what the princess was up to.

After leaving the largest tent, the group walked to the side under the leadership of Zhao Chuxia.

Walking around the camp, several unique tents came into view.

There were blazing furnaces everywhere, with flames shooting up into the sky and waves of heat billowing. A large number of craftsmen were busy working inside, sweating profusely, and the tools in their hands kept hammering away, making a "ding-dong" sound.

Many guards were patrolling outside with serious expressions and keeping a close watch. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Mr. Mingbu, the disaster relief money you requested is right here."

Zhao Chuxia pointed with her finger and spoke in a cold voice, pointing at the tent where the furnaces were located.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin strode into the tent.

As soon as you enter, you are hit by the scorching heat, as if you are in a furnace. The banging sounds are deafening and incessant.

Liang Jin took a quick look and saw hot silver liquid swirling in the furnace, shining brightly.

Boxes of silver were neatly stacked in the bank account.

He walked forward, bent down, picked up a silver ingot and examined it carefully. It was indeed official silver, and the mark on it was clearly visible.

At this time, the craftsmen were pouring the official silver into the furnace to recast it. Sparks flew everywhere, and as the silver ingots melted, the marks on the official silver gradually disappeared.

The recast silver ingots were in the shape of round bars and were carefully placed by craftsmen into the center of a hollowed-out log.

By using the logs as camouflage, the recast silver can be transported away without anyone noticing.

Liang Jin looked at the disaster relief silver and secretly estimated the amount in his mind.

Zhao Chuxia suddenly spoke:
"Your Excellency, there's no need to count. All the silver here adds up to six million taels."

"All the disaster relief money is here."

"I wonder, sir, what are you going to do with this?"

After saying that, she looked at Liang Jin with a smile, a hint of pride in her eyes.

This is millions of taels of silver, which is impossible for one person to take away.
Even if you hire a group of people to transport it, it will still take half a day.

In less than two hours, support from the Investigation Bureau and the Prince of Pingcheng will arrive.

By then, Liang Jin will be in big trouble!
The officials seemed to understand Zhao Chuxia's idea and looked at Liang Jin with sarcasm.

Liang Jin glanced at everyone, his expression calm, and replied:

"I want all this money!"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first.

Then they all frowned, with expressions of dissatisfaction and disdain on their faces.

They originally thought that Zhuying was so honest and extraordinary, but in the end all he wanted was money.

It's no different with them.

Do not!
Even greedier than them!

He actually wanted to keep it all for himself!

Zhao Chuxia sneered, her voice sharp:

"You can't swallow all this money by yourself!"

"If you dare to keep it all for yourself, you will offend everyone. I can guarantee that you will only die faster!"

A group of officials also sneered. They were afraid that Zhuying would hand over the disaster relief money to the court, but they were not afraid that Zhuying would embezzle the money for himself.

In their opinion, if Zhuying dared to do this, it would force everyone to stand against him, and even the Six Gates and the God of Capture would not protect him.

Thus, he died without a burial place!
Liang Jin smiled, without refutation, and gently stroked the official silver with his hand, sighing:
"Changzhou has suffered from severe drought for years, famine has spread, and the land is full of starving people."

"Have you ever heard the cry of a hungry child?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whole box of silver ingots suddenly disappeared from his hands, as if swallowed by the darkness, and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock, thinking they were seeing things.

Liang Jin placed his hand on the other boxes filled with silver ingots and continued:

"How much blood and tears of the people are stained with this disaster relief money? Do you, the big rats, feel uneasy about siphoning the people's fat and blood to fill your own pockets?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the box disappeared without a trace.

Everyone was completely stunned, looking at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

"Is this... a magic trick?"

Someone couldn't help but murmur.

At first, they thought Liang Jin was playing tricks.

After all, the Jimen among the Six Gates is good at making some magical props, and perhaps this is the means they use to carry out their tasks.

However, as boxes of silver disappeared one after another, everyone finally realized that something was wrong.

No matter how magical this trick is, it is impossible to make millions of taels of silver disappear, right?

Some officials could not contain themselves and even ran to the place where the silver disappeared, lay on the ground, and looked carefully, trying to figure out where the silver had gone.

But nothing was found except the empty ground.

Liang Jin acted as if no one was around and continued to make the silver disappear.

The so-called "disappearance" actually meant that Liang Jin put the silver into the [Props Bar].

As he disappeared the silver, he continued:
"They say natural disasters cannot be defied. It's clear that you jackals are taking advantage of the situation and creating man-made disasters."

"What you're drinking isn't wine; it's the flesh and blood of millions of disaster victims."

Soon, Liang Jin had taken away all the millions of taels of silver.

Now, the officials were completely confused.

They circled around Liang Jin like headless flies, searching round and round, but they still couldn't find out where the silver had gone.

"Where's the silver? Where's our silver?"

"Where did you change our silver to? Give it back to us now!"

"Let me tell you! If something goes wrong with this money, everyone will be in trouble!"

……

Several officials couldn't help but point at Liang Jin and question him harshly, their faces full of anxiety and anger.

Zhao Chuxia and the waiter beside her were obviously puzzled as well.

They prided themselves on being extremely intelligent and knowledgeable, but they still couldn't figure out Liang Jin's trick of making the silver disappear, and their hearts were filled with confusion and anxiety.

After Liang Jin collected the silver, he looked at the officials around him who were constantly criticizing him with a faint smile on his face.

The officials were accusing each other when they suddenly sensed a strange aura, a terrifying murderous intent that quickly spread throughout the tent, like a dark cloud, hanging over everyone's heart. This murderous intent was so strong that it was suffocating, as if it came from the abyss of hell, making people shudder.

The officials felt their hearts beating wildly, as if they were about to jump out of their throats. Even the accusations in their mouths stopped involuntarily, and their faces were filled with fear.

The Choshu garrison couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Such a strong murderous aura!"

He couldn't help but look at Liang Jin in surprise, secretly amazed in his heart.

He truly deserves to be one of the Four Great Detectives. With such a strong murderous aura, even in the military, only a few people have seen him.

At this time, Liang Jin slowly walked into the group of officials with steady steps, and every step seemed to step on everyone's hearts.

Amid the officials' confused gazes, a long sword appeared out of thin air in Liang Jin's hand. The sword was slender, shining coldly, and exuding an icy aura.

"I've wandered around Changzhou and seen white banners hanging all over the city. I've seen a three-year-old child die clutching half a piece of Guanyin clay. I've heard the crackling of bones in children being cannibalized."

Liang Jin spoke in a low voice, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I used to wonder why officials hadn't come to the rescue of the victims yet. But I never imagined that so many officials from Changzhou would gather here to discuss dividing up and embezzling the relief funds."

Then, Liang Jin swung his sword with a clean and neat movement, like a flash of lightning across the night sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several officials' heads rolled around, blood splattered everywhere, spraying on the ground, and blooming into strange blood flowers.

Now, everyone felt deeply frightened, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

Why did this Zhuying take the silver and still want to kill people?
Could it be that he was planning to rob the thieves?!

The boss couldn't help but shouted:
"Shadow Chaser! What do you want to do?"

"How many more imperial officials do you want to kill? Even the Six Gates can't protect you now!"

Until now, everyone still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that Zhuying, one of the Four Famous Constables, could not have completely lost his mind and done such a crazy thing.

After all, the famous detective is also an official appointed by the court. If he overturns the table without caring about the consequences, he will undoubtedly lose everything that his official position has brought him.

Liang Jin swung the sword in his hand again, and the sword energy was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air.

The heads of several officials nearby also fell to the ground, and blood gushed out, gathering into pools on the ground.

He held the sword helplessly and said:
"Did I kill officials appointed by the imperial court? No, they were just a bunch of termites that even dogs and pigs wouldn't eat."

"You won't listen to my words, let alone the weeping and crying of the victims."

"If you don't understand, I'll use my sword to take your head and offer it to your soul!"

Liang Jin swung the sword in his hand again, a cold light flashed, and the heads of officials fell to the ground, their bodies slowly fell down, and the scene was bloody.

The strong smell of blood immediately spread throughout the tent, making people feel sick.

"crazy!"

"This Zhuying is really crazy!"

The remaining officials woke up as if from a dream and fled outside screaming.

Zhao Chuxia retreated in fear, her face pale as she kept muttering:

"Could it be that he really wants to kill all of us to silence us just to pocket the disaster relief funds?"

"How could he be so stupid? He must be crazy!"

Even now, she still feels that Liang Jin wants to keep the disaster relief funds for himself.

As for Liang Jin's words, she didn't believe them at all.

In her opinion, once people reach a certain high position, ordinary people are just a string of numbers in their eyes.

For example, her own family was granted a fief of 3,000 households, which means that these 3,000 households, with a total of tens of thousands of people, had to work hard from dawn to dusk every day to support her family.

How could she, alone, possibly take care of the situation of each of these 3,000 households and tens of thousands of people?
These tens of thousands of people are really just a string of numbers to her.

Every day when she woke up, it was normal for the number of tens of thousands to increase or decrease a little bit, and she would ignore it.

Only when the number of tens of thousands dropped sharply for several consecutive days, or even halved, would she ask her subordinates whether there was an outbreak of plague or a large-scale escape in the fiefdom.

Wait until she understands the general situation, and then let her men handle everything.

She had to pay attention to it. After all, her family spent money like water. Everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation depended on these tens of thousands of dollars. The mission of these numbers was to work hard all their lives to earn wealth for her family.

Even the descendants of these numbers, the newly added numbers, will continue to support her family.

Our descendants will continue to thrive.

Then she would continue to stare at the string of numbers, and would not be satisfied until the downward trend of the numbers stabilized or even began to show an upward trend.

She was not the only one who had this idea. Her father, the king, and even all the high-ranking officials she knew, as well as all the people with a big vision, were the same.

The number of people in Choshu has indeed decreased.

Then find a way to increase the number.

Why on earth was Zhuying going crazy over these numbers? Zhao Chuxia was completely puzzled.

But this did not affect her fear, and the fear followed her like a shadow.

"Don't just stand there, go stop him!"

"If he continues to go crazy, he might kill us all!"

Zhao Chuxia yelled at everyone, her voice sharp and desperate.

A large number of guards and servants outside heard the shouts and ran over.

The leader and guard with the highest martial arts skills also had to stand up at this time.

The two of them could also see that Zhuying was blood-thirsty and had completely lost his mind. His thinking was abnormal and he completely disregarded the overall situation.

To deal with this lunatic, we have no choice but to take action!
Before the two men started to fight, a fierce fighting sound was heard outside. The shouts and the clashing of weapons were intertwined, as if a storm was about to come.

When the foreman and the guard heard the fierce fighting outside, their hearts tightened and they subconsciously looked outside.

Just this one look, the two of them were shocked:
"He has helpers?!"

Outside, a tall figure was seen moving through the crowd like a demon, mercilessly beheading those officials who were trying to escape from the tent in panic.

The figure wore a pointed helmet, a metal skull mask, shoulder armor, and a gray-black robe.

He held a heavy sword in one hand and a steel-made blood-dropping dart in the other. He looked like a deadly messenger from hell, and wherever he went, there was blood.

This person was none other than the war puppet Huang Xingzi that Liang Jingang had just released.

Zhan Kui Huang Xingzi was like a tireless killing machine. He not only killed the remaining officials one by one, but also acted like an indestructible barrier, preventing the attendants and guards outside from approaching.

He attacked with ruthlessness and brutality, and every move was aimed at the vital points. The servants and guards had no power to fight back in front of him. One by one, they died miserably under his sword with screams. The blood dyed the ground red, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

"madman!"

The porter and the guard were shocked and angry, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

The person they were scolding was naturally Liang Jin.

That Zhan Gui Huang Xingzi is only at the sixth level, not worthy of their attention. Only Liang Jin is the biggest threat.

They knew very well that there was no way to retreat now, and if they did not join forces to fight, their lives would be in danger.

"Go together!"

The two men looked at each other, a hint of determination flashed in their eyes, and they exerted their strength together and attacked Liang.

Facing a third-grade master like the famous detective, the two fourth-grade warriors could only have a chance of winning if they joined forces.

They were as fast as lightning, with weapons in their hands flashing with cold light, and they were approaching Liang Jin with the force of breaking the wind.

When Liang Jin saw the two men attacking, his eyes became stern.

He was not afraid at all. He raised his hand and punched the two men without hesitation.

This punch, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, seemed to be wrapped in endless power.

"Bang!!!"

After a brief test, both sides quickly separated.

The collision between fist and weapon caused a loud noise that shook the surrounding air.

After the foreman and the guard separated, they both looked surprised.

What surprised them was not that Liang Jin was too strong, but... Liang Jin was actually weaker than they imagined!
"What's going on? Why do I feel like I'm fighting a fifth-rank warrior?"

The fourth-grade guard had a face full of confusion, his brows tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes were filled with puzzlement.

In his understanding, each of the Four Famous Constables was a third-grade warrior, and the best among the third-grade warriors, with extraordinary strength.

But why is the strength displayed by the person in front of me in that attack just now only at the fifth level?
The boss had already vaguely understood what was going on. His eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle. He held the long sword in his hand horizontally, pointed it at Liang Jin, and shouted sternly:
"You're not Shadow Chaser!"

"Tell me! Who are you?!"

His voice was full of anger and questioning, as if he wanted to completely reveal Liang Jin's secret.

Zhao Chuxia, who was hiding behind the guards, was also incredulous when she heard this.

"What? He's not Zhuying?!"

"No wonder... No wonder he wanted to kill us all!"

At this moment, Zhao Chuxia suddenly realized.

No wonder she couldn't figure out why Zhuying did this.

It turns out that the person in front of him is not Zhuying at all!

At this moment, Liang Jin couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Now I know, it's too late."

"Today, none of you will survive!"

As he spoke, Liang Jin's face suddenly underwent a strange change...

(End of this chapter)