If I, a death row inmate, am not to become a demon, am I to become a member of the Imperial Guard?

The night wind howled.

Wang Fugui led the way, plotting how to escape.

That private vault does indeed exist.

But there was not only money there, but also assassins he hired at great expense.

Once they get there, that kid is doomed.

Wang Fugui sneered inwardly.

The two rode for more than an hour and arrived at the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

This place is deserted and overgrown with trees.

"Sir, it's just ahead."

Wang Fugui pointed to a mountain wall covered by vines.

Zhou Yang dismounted.

"lead the way."

Wang Fugui walked to the mountain wall, parted the vines, and revealed a dark cave entrance.

He glanced back at Zhou Yang.

"Sir, it's dark inside, please be careful."

After saying that, he was the first to crawl into the hole.

Zhou Yang followed behind.

There was an unpleasant musty smell in the cave.

The two walked several dozen steps in the dark, when a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

Wang Fugui quickened his pace and rushed into the light.

"Let's do it!"

He roared.

The interior of the cave suddenly opened up.

Torches were lit all around.

A dozen men in black, armed with sharp blades, surrounded the cave entrance completely.

The leader, a man in black with a scarred face, exuded a calm and composed aura.

Peak of the Hundred Battles Realm!

Wang Fugui hid behind the man in black, laughing loudly.

"Kid, you really think I'd give you money for nothing?"

"This is where you'll die!"

Zhou Yang looked at the men in black around him, showing no fear whatsoever.

He even sighed.

"Old Wang, oh Old Wang."

"I only wanted money, I didn't want to kill anyone."

"You're forcing me to work overtime."

Scarface snorted coldly.

"Still talking tough even when death is imminent."

"Chop him up!"

A dozen men in black rushed forward, brandishing knives.

Zhou Yang twisted his neck.

The bones made a crisp sound.

"Since we have to work overtime..."

"Then the overtime pay will have to be doubled."

He charged into the crowd, braving the flashing blades.

"Pfft!"

The man in black at the front was sent flying, knife and all.

"This is a tricky idea! Form a defensive formation!"

Scarface shouted.

The remaining men in black quickly changed formation, trapping Zhou Yang in the center.

Zhou Yang sneered.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Mighty Bull Demon Fist!

The force of the punches surged, and the air currents rolled.

The three men in black who were nearby had their internal organs shattered by the shockwave.

Seeing that things were going badly, Scarface personally drew his knife and attacked.

"Prepare to die!"

The inner force of the peak of the Hundred Battles Realm erupted completely, and the sword energy crisscrossed.

Zhou Yang advanced instead of retreating.

Grass strands veiled the horse's hooves as they met the blade.

Unload, pull, counterattack!

Scarface felt a strange force coming from him, and the knife in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.

Before he could react...

Zhou Yang's Soul-Severing Finger had already touched his chest.

"Well……"

Scarface's eyes widened, and his body went limp as he collapsed.

The remaining men in black, seeing their leader dead, scattered in terror.

Zhou Yang did not chase after him.

He walked step by step toward Wang Fugui, who was trembling in the corner.

"Old Wang."

"Where is the fifty thousand taels?"

Wang Fugui's crotch was soaked, and he stammered as he pointed to a stone door next to him.

"In...inside."

Zhou Yang walked over and kicked open the stone door.

It was filled with gleaming silver, almost blinding him.

"Okay, very good."

Zhou Yang nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around and looked at Wang Fugui.

"I've received your money to buy your life."

Wang Fugui was overjoyed.

"Thank you for sparing my life, sir!"

"I'm leaving right now! I'm leaving right now!"

He got up and tried to run outside.

"etc."

Zhou Yang called out to him.

"I only said I received money to save your life, I didn't say I wouldn't kill you."

Wang Fugui was stunned.

"Sir, you...you've broken your promise!"

Zhou Yang stepped forward and grabbed his neck.

"What kind of trust do I have with a dead man who colluded with bandits?"

"In your next life, remember not to mess with the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Click!

Wang Fugui's neck was snapped, and his body fell to the ground.

Zhou Yang clapped his hands, looking at the room full of silver with a troubled expression.

"How can I carry all this money by myself?"

He touched his chin.

"Looks like I'll have to get a storage bag or something."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the cave.

Qin Shuang called out from outside the cave.

"Zhou Yang!"

Zhou Yang was taken aback.

What's with this rich woman? Looks like she really planned all along to use me as a pawn.

However, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

He quickly walked outside.

Qin Shuang led a team of Imperial Guards into the cave.

She looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at Zhou Yang, who was unharmed.

"Are you alright?"

Zhou Yang grinned.

"I am deeply flattered by your concern, sir."

"They're just a few petty thieves; they can't hurt me."

Qin Shuang rolled her eyes at him.

"Who cares about you?"

"I'm afraid that if you die, no one will accompany me to Haicheng."

Zhou Yang stepped forward.

"Rest assured, sir. As long as the money is right, my life is yours."

"Let alone going to Haicheng, I'd be prepared to go through fire and water."

Qin Shuang ignored his banter.

"Clean this place up."

"You can take half of Wang Fugui's money."

"The rest will be confiscated."

Zhou Yang was overjoyed.

"Thank you, sir!"

"You are truly beautiful inside and out, a living Bodhisattva reincarnated!"

Qin Shuang turned and walked out.

"Pack your things."

"Come with me first thing tomorrow morning."

Zhou Yang watched her retreating figure and shouted loudly.

"Sir, does going to Haicheng count as a business trip?"

Is there a travel allowance?

Qin Shuang paused for a moment.

"roll!"

Zhou Yang watched Qin Shuang's departing figure and stroked his chin.

"This rich woman has quite a temper."

"But paying was really quick."

He turned and directed the Imperial Guards he had brought to move the silver.

"Hurry up, all of you!"

"Pack the silver carefully, not a single penny less!"

Several imperial guards swallowed hard as they looked at the stone chamber filled with silver.

"Sir, this must be worth fifty thousand taels, right?"

"We're rich!"

Zhou Yang slapped the Imperial Guard on the back of the head.

"What kind of fortune are you talking about!"

"This is confiscated illicit funds!"

"Anyone who dares to have any wicked thoughts, I'll crush their head!"

The Imperial Guards trembled in fright and quickly lowered their heads to get back to work.

Zhou Yang was overjoyed.

Twenty-five thousand taels came in.

Adding to what he already has, he's now a true tycoon.

When we returned to Jianghuai City, it was already dawn.

Zhao Lei and Sun Feng ransacked the Prince's mansion and made quite a haul.

"My lord, the family members of the Prince's residence have all been brought under control."

"There are still more than 20,000 taels of silver in the warehouse, plus a lot of land deeds and antiques."

Zhao Lei handed over an account book.

Zhou Yang took the ledger and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.

"Well done."

"Load the silver onto the carts and escort it back to the camp."

"Brothers, you've worked hard all night. Each of you go to the accounting office and collect fifty taels of silver. It's on me."

The Imperial Guards erupted in cheers.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Your Excellency is mighty!"

Fifty taels of silver was equivalent to more than half a year's salary for them.

Zhao Lei and Sun Feng were completely convinced.

Following this lord, you can not only earn merit but also eat meat.

We must cling to this powerful figure.

Zhou Yang returned to his tent and fell asleep immediately.

He was exhausted after a night of running around.

Around noon, he was awakened by a commotion.

Stepping out of the tent, I saw a group of people already assembled.

Qin Shuang changed into casual clothes and rode a white horse, looking dashing and heroic.

She saw Zhou Yang and tossed him a bundle.

"Change your clothes."

"Ready to depart."

Zhou Yang caught the bundle, opened it, and saw that it contained a fine brocade robe.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Haicheng".

Qin Shuang flicked the reins, and the horse moved forward.

"Once you get there, you'll only have one identity."

"My personal bodyguard."

Zhou Yang muttered to himself as he put on his clothes.

"A personal bodyguard?"

"I'm familiar with this job."

"I just don't know how close we can get?"