In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Ouch, my back...it's stuck!

Hey, open that package with the money, you guys take it first!

Give it a little more effort!

Are you all useless?

Accompanied by several extremely unpleasant tearing sounds of cloth.

Yang Song's Taoist robe, covered in patches and decorations but made of excellent material, was completely torn to shreds inside the dog hole.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze out from the other end of the dog hole, covered in mud and indescribably foul-smelling dog poop.

In order to avoid being recognized, Yang Song hastily took off his outer Taoist robe, leaving him wearing only an extremely ordinary gray inner garment.

In addition, to feign poverty and weakness, he would apply a layer of white powder to his face to make it look real.

I was covered in sweat when I crawled through the dog hole, and naturally my face was sweaty too.

Now his face is covered in makeup, making him look like a clown in a traditional opera; you can't even tell what he originally looked like.

I stumbled out of the alley and just turned the corner.

A burly man carrying a torch and a machete appeared right in front of them.

Yang Song quickly leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and walked with a hunched back.

Fortunately, it was too dark, and the burly man was in a hurry to search for someone, so he didn't look at him carefully and assumed that he was one of the other people in the city looking for Yang Song.

He stepped forward and put his arm around Yang Song's shoulder, as if it were just a casual chat.

Hey! Bro!

"See that fat bastard Yang Song? I'm going to take him down tonight!"

Yang Song's heart leaped into his throat, but he suppressed his voice and feigned righteous indignation:

"I haven't seen him! Oh my, you're right, brother!"

That damned old charlatan has drained us of our lifeblood! He's probably already escaped the city through the tunnels!

"Brother, I'll go search the north side of the city. You quickly take some men and search the south side. Don't let him escape!"

The burly man was clearly intimidated by Yang Song's words and nodded approvingly at him.

"Alright! You're a straightforward guy, brother! Be careful, when you see him, don't waste words, just stab him in the heart with a knife!"

Having said that, he turned and strode away, torch in hand.

Yang Song let out a long sigh, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and secretly felt smug:

A bunch of peasants, trying to arrest me?

Once I escape to Yizhou with the gold, I'll change my identity and still be a wealthy man living a life of luxury!

The guards behind him also struggled to crawl out of the dog hole one after another, catching up with Yang Song's pace. They had only taken a couple of steps, probably only seven or eight meters.

The burly man, who had walked away, seemed to remember something and turned his head in surprise.

"Wait a minute... why is there gold thread sewn into the collar of your undergarment, you refugee? It's reflecting light in the firelight! And..."

"Why does he smell of sandalwood, but there's also a hint of dog poop mixed in with it?"

But the burly man was also a reasonable person and couldn't just suspect others. What if his brother had just taken the clothes from Yang Song's mansion during the chaos and was wearing them?

"Hey! You over there! Don't go yet! Turn around and let me see what's with that smell and the gold thread on you!"

Yang Song's heart skipped a beat. He didn't have time to think too much. The guards had pushed too hard from behind, and the package containing the money had been torn.

Think about it, what kind of person is Yang Song? He's insatiable. If it weren't for the need to pass through the dog hole, he wouldn't have entrusted this package to his personal guards for safekeeping.

Yang Song was in such a hurry, and because he was already fat, he pulled so hard that his hair was completely ripped off.

The gold ingots and a piece of Shu brocade land deed all fell to the ground.

The burly man, who had initially worried he might have misunderstood the young man who had joined him in "cursing" Yang Song, was now stunned for three seconds upon seeing the gold scattered on the ground. He then let out a shout that echoed throughout Chenggu County:

"He's here!!!"

"Yang Song is in this alley!!!"

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Yang Song was surrounded by hoes, torches, and pitchforks.

As for Yang Song's personal guards, they had long since disappeared. It turned out they had planned everything perfectly, but it was all because of that idiot who insisted on going back to the county government office to retrieve something, even going through a dog hole and putting on airs and dawdling! He deserved to die!

Do you care now?

They probably think they have too much time on their hands.

The burly man slammed Yang Song against the wall.

"No...don't hit my face! Spare me, sir! I still have money...I have enough to eat..."

"Slap in the face? I'm not only going to slap you in the face today, I'm going to skin you alive! I'll beat you to death, you old bastard who eats Ice Crystal brand canned beef!"

Needless to say, the crowd was enraged and countless blows were delivered.

Sun Dazhuang emerged from some dark corner, but she didn't follow Zhao Yu and Yang Xiu to open the gate.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle of beating a drowning dog and punishing a corrupt official...

How could she possibly miss it?

She had already secretly blended into the crowd of people condemning the attack.

"You've got the nerve to burn sandalwood from the Western Regions! You've got the nerve to trick the poor into donating their food rations!"

Sun Dazhuang relied on his small stature and exceptional wit.

Squeezing through the crowd, I rushed to the front line.

Without any hesitation, he unleashed several devastating kicks on Yang Song's unspeakable genitals.

"Awooo—!"

Yang Song let out his last, extremely shrill scream before completely losing consciousness.

……

As for Zhao Yu and Yang Xiu, they had already swaggered to the city gate.

The gates were tightly shut, and there were no guards.

The city is already in complete chaos, and the guards at the gate are all opportunists, to be honest.

Those who were truly sincere had already joined Zhang Lu in surrendering.

To put it bluntly, they're just opportunists who want to follow Yang Song and try to pull some strings.

Half of them, upon hearing the scathing rebuke from "Laojun" in heaven, threw down their weapons and followed the people to Yangsong's residence.

The other half, however, was completely soaked and ran much faster than Yang Song.

The two arrived at the door latch,

"Brother Zhao, this door bolt is made of century-old elm wood, it's incredibly heavy, can the two of us lift it?"

Yang Xiu rubbed his hands together, looking at the door bolt with a troubled expression.

Zhao Yu rolled his eyes and slapped Yang Xiu on the back of the head:

"Stop talking nonsense. You're Laozi, what are you afraid of? Count to three, you go first, I'll be right behind you."

When one person trusts another completely, they will never refute anything the other says, believing it to be correct.

Yang Xiu is in this state right now.

Very assertive.

Someone actually stepped forward.

"One, two, go!"

Not moving.

"call!"

"Brother Zhao, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"That shouldn't be the case, Brother Zhao, there's no need for you to lie to me."

Yang Xiu immediately rolled up his sleeves.

He spat twice into his palm and raised it again.

"It must be because I didn't use enough force just now."

Yang Xiu was there, his buttocks sticking out, his face flushed red.

He struggled with that old elm bolt for ages, almost straining his back in the process.

Zhao Yu was completely flustered by Yang Xiu's actions.

I was just joking, but you're serious.

Although we didn't get along well before, I can't let this frail scholar cause any trouble now that he's with me.

Zhao Yu picked up a knife that a soldier had thrown away, stretched his wrists, and thought back to the Battle of Red Cliffs. He had been so foolish that he had smashed several masts. Looking back now, he realized how wasteful he had been.

If we could bring it back, how much money could we make from it, and how many houses could we build for the people?

"Alright, alright, move aside a bit. I know a little about this stuff, so I don't want to get all that wood shavings on you."

"system."

In an instant,

"Open it!"

Zhao Yu swung the knife in his hand like a bewitched chainsaw, making a half-circle motion before slamming it hard against the door latch.

"Snap—Bang!"

The extremely harsh sound of wood breaking.

The old elm bolt was split in two.