From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

"You think you're so great? How come you're begging to me one day?"

After leaving the city at night, Gu Chenglie glanced at Chen Shi beside him with a mocking expression.

"I have no real ability; I'm just relying on the Marquis's prestige."

Chen Shi smiled modestly, appearing quite submissive.

"It's good that you understand."

Seeing Chen Shi bow his head and submit, Gu Chenglie became even more smug.

He thought to himself that if he could settle things with the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion tonight, his father would definitely look at him with new respect.

Chen Shi followed beside him, glancing at the self-satisfied Gu Chenglie. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly without anyone noticing. Let Gu Chenglie be smug for a while longer, after all, he'll be bleeding later!

After much thought, Chen Shi concluded that the only way to sabotage Gu Hanying and Feng Ji's marriage was to sow discord between the two families.

However, the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion and the Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion have been friends for generations, and it is generally impossible for them to turn against each other.

Severe cases require drastic measures.

Gu Chenglie is that potent medicine.

Chen Shi had already made arrangements. When the two sides met, Du Yueming and his group would deliberately provoke them, causing the negotiations to break down and a fight to break out. In the chaos, Zhe Liu, disguised as a member of the Ruoshui Gang, injured Gu Chenglie!

Just injure him, don't kill him.

After all, Gu Chenglie was "invited" by Chen Shi. If he were to die, Chen Shi would be in deep trouble.

However, it cannot be just a minor injury, otherwise it will not provoke the anger of the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion, nor will it have the effect of sowing discord between the two families.

Chen Shi estimated that Gu Chenglie should be able to recover after ten days to half a month in bed.

Of course, even so, Chen Shi would certainly be punished. At best, his monthly wages would be deducted; at worst, he would be dismissed from his position as steward.

To put it bluntly, he was going to "die together" with Feng Ji.

Chen Shi was mentally prepared for this, and he would do anything to prevent Gu Hanying from marrying Feng Ji!

"Big brother!"

About two or three miles outside the city, on a desolate field, Du Yueming and his two companions, along with three hundred men, were already waiting.

Upon seeing Chen Shi and the others arrive, they hurriedly went to greet them.

"Yes, this is Third Master Lie."

Chen Shi nodded and gestured to Gu Chenglie beside him.

"This humble servant greets Third Master Lie!"

The three of them quickly bowed, their faces full of respect.

"Um."

Gu Chenglie, arrogant and haughty, glanced at the three men's subordinates and frowned slightly.

"Why are there so few men?"

"The quality of soldiers is more important than their quantity. If the enemy is a mixed bag, gathering one or two thousand men is not a big deal."

Chen Shi smiled and explained, then continued.

"Don't underestimate these three hundred men; most of them are rank-one martial artists, each a master of street fighting!"

"Alright, we can't expect too much from you guys."

Gu Chenglie nodded slightly and gave a disdainful snort.

Faced with such disdain, Du Yueming and the other two frowned, but dared not say anything.

They were well aware of the enormous gap between themselves and Gu Chenglie.

"Whether there are many people or few, it doesn't matter since we're just standing around making a scene."

Gu Chenglie spoke again, then gave a serious instruction.

"Don't make any rash moves later. I'll talk to Feng Qi. With my influence, we can resolve this matter without bloodshed."

"Yes, yes, we will follow Third Master Lie's orders."

The three nodded in agreement, but their eyes secretly glanced at Chen Shi.

Chen Shi smiled slightly, and the three of them immediately understood.

Besides Du Yueming and his group, Gu Chenglie also brought a sixth-rank expert.

After giving their instructions, a large group of people set off for the agreed-upon location in the desolate wilderness under the cover of night.

At 1:15 PM, we arrived at Shili Slope, west of the city.

It's Shili Slope again. It was here that we killed Aqing and subdued the Fierce Tiger Gang.

Two or three hundred meters away, a group of people could be vaguely seen standing, who were members of the Weak Water Gang.

"More than two hundred people."

As Chen Shi moved closer, he glanced at it and was somewhat surprised.

The idea that quality is more important than quantity in military matters is pure nonsense.

This isn't a regular army; it's just a bunch of street thugs. If they don't have a lot of people, what can they rely on?

The reason why Du Yueming and his men only brought three hundred men was so that it would be more "reasonable" for Gu Chenglie to be injured later!

But to my surprise, the other side only brought two hundred people.

Didn't they say that the Weak Water Gang is developing very quickly, and that in terms of numbers alone, it has already surpassed the Flying Eagle Gang?

Could it be that idiot Feng Qi also believed in the stupid saying "quality over quantity"?

"Do not act rashly."

While pondering, Gu Chenglie gave an instruction and stepped forward.

Where is Brother Feng?

"...Gu Chenglie!"

The crowd from the Weak Water Gang made way, and Feng Qi stepped out. When he saw Gu Chenglie, he was filled with surprise.

"What are you doing here? Where's Chen Shi?!"

"Uncle Feng, I'm here."

Chen Shi responded and stepped over.

"Chen Shi is just a servant. How can he represent my Jing'an Marquis's Mansion? My father specially sent me here to have a good talk with you, Brother Feng."

Gu Chenglie spoke, a smug look on his face.

"Marquis Jing'an!"

Feng Qi frowned again, but how could the gangs on the street have alarmed Gu Tingshu?

"No, this is not right."

Feng Qi's brows furrowed even more, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat disoriented.

He created the Weak Water Gang simply to suppress Chen Shi. The fight with Chen Shi this morning was originally intended to be between the two of them; how did one or two others get involved?

Just as he was struggling with this decision, a man in a cloak next to him whispered a few words to him.

"That person..."

Chen Shi looked at the man and couldn't help but frown slightly.

They appear to be Feng Qi's guards.

As the eldest son of the Marquis of Dingyuan, it was perfectly normal for him to have a few skilled guards when he went out, especially since he was there to fight Chen Shi; it was impossible for him to go without guards.

But the question is, if they were ordinary retainers or servants, why would they need to be wrapped up so tightly?

The fact that they kept their true identities hidden made Chen Shi somewhat uneasy.

"Oh well!"

Feng Qi sighed softly, turned to Gu Chenglie again, and said in a deep voice.

"Since you're here, let's have a talk."

"Of course! I'm here to have a good talk with Brother Feng."

Gu Chenglie smiled, looking completely at ease.

"Let's go over there. It's too crowded and chaotic here, it's inconvenient."

Feng Qi said something and started walking westward.

That makes sense.

Gu Chenglie nodded and immediately followed with his guards.

Seeing Gu Chenglie about to leave with Feng Qi, Chen Shi frowned again, feeling a vague sense of unease.

"Chen Shi! You're here too!"

Just then, Feng Qi suddenly turned around and shouted at him.

"What's the point of having him here? We can just talk it out ourselves."

Gu Chenglie looked disgusted and didn't take Chen Shi seriously at all.

Chen Shi hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to follow.

Something feels off, but it's best to go over there.

But Gu Chenglie is already gone. If something really happens to Gu Chenglie, he won't be able to escape the consequences.

As for stopping Gu Chenglie?

First, Gu Chenglie would never listen to him; second, his true intention was to get Gu Chenglie into trouble!

However, this limit must be within his control.

Why did you go so far?

After following Feng Qi for a mile or two, Gu Chenglie muttered something impatiently.

"Alright, that's fine."

After crossing a small hill, Feng Qi snorted and stopped.