Chapter 2362: Vengeance in the Dark Night

Some people say that all things in the world are equal, but Fang Xing sneers at this.

Humans are profit animals, and profit is the driving force.

A person's location and money determine which class he is in, including where he lives.

The rich and powerful will not mix with the common people. This is true whether it is Ming Dynasty or Hallie. Everyone takes it for granted.

The houses in the gathering area of ​​the powerful are tall, and the bulges on the domes look like giant heads at night, which is weird and ridiculous.

There is no quiet here. Many dignitaries are singing and laughing in their homes. The sound of musical instruments is heard outside, and the sergeants can't help but glance at the brightly lit place.

You can vaguely see figures swaying, and those light figures are swinging with the music. Even if you can't see those charming faces clearly, it still makes people feel thirsty.

There were two men talking outside the door. When they saw someone peeping in, they yelled, "Get out! Your dirty eyes are not needed here!"

Without any argument, the patrolling sergeant left in a hurry.

If they don't leave, those powerful people will dare to stop them and ask them which thousand households they belong to, and they will look good tomorrow.

Seeing that they were interested, the two men cursed a few times, then turned around and went inside.

The whole city is silent, even under night ban, but here there is no restriction.

These powerful people are all supported by Meergan, and it is these people who help him control the army and the country.

If it were the Ming Dynasty, then the censor would be very happy to use bullets to tell the offending dignitaries what the rules are, but that is not the case here, because Miergan is acquiescing to all this.

So they are even more unscrupulous.

In the midst of the feasting and feasting, several dark figures quietly appeared outside a mansion.

There are no walls, and the houses made entirely of stones appear to be very solid.

Three black figures looked up at the window above. One of them pointed up, and then a black figure took a deep breath and began to climb.

There is no unnecessary structure on the outside of the house, just slight bulges formed by some patterns.

The fingers of the black shadow were like the sharp claws of a goshawk, firmly grasping the protrusions.

He even kept rising just by alternating his hands, which required great strength.

The two black figures below were not worried that their companions would fall from above. They looked around separately.

The fun continues, this is the side of the mansion, no one will come.

Halfway through the climb, there were more patterns of different shapes, and the shadow's feet also found a place to rely on, so the climbing speed became faster.

Soon, a rope slowly dropped from above.

Two black figures also climbed up.

There are windows above, no, because there is no window paper, it looks more like a small door for ventilation.

The three of them quietly entered the building through the small door.

This is the highest point, but the singing and dancing are at the bottom.

Three dark figures found the master bedroom and entered quietly.

The singing and dancing continued late into the night.

The owner of the mansion, a civil servant who was deeply trusted by Meerqian, stumbled up with a woman in his arms, followed by two servants.

The servant stared greedily at the swaying hips of the woman in front of her as she walked, as well as her seemingly boneless waist.

What a stunner!

The civil servant was chatting and laughing with the woman. When he got outside the master bedroom, he didn't know what he did. The woman screamed and was pulled in by him.

The two servants will serve as guards tonight. If the civil servants come out and fail to see them performing their duties faithfully, they will be in trouble.

The sounds of men and women playing around soon came from inside, and gradually the sounds became more enthusiastic.

The two servants listened to the heart-beating sound inside, and each thought in their minds.

Later, a roar and a woman's scream came from inside, and the sound stopped suddenly.

"Damn it, it's finally over."

A servant complained softly.

His companion also licked his dry lips and said: "It seems a little short today.

"

"You can't tell whether drinking alcohol lasts or lasts."

"You know everything. Do you often go there drunk?"

"Of course, it felt very relaxing and wonderful."

The two servants gradually discussed the topic. One of them suddenly sniffed and frowned: "What does it smell like?"

The other one imitated him and sniffed, and then said: "It seems like the smell of blood?"

Well!

The two of them felt that the owner drank too much and struck too hard, causing the woman to be injured.

But isn't the door closed? How could the smell of blood spread so quickly?

The two of them turned around slowly, preparing to ask what was going on inside.

Oil lamps were hung on the walls, and the light swayed slightly, spreading softly around.

Under this soft light, the two servants who turned around saw two pairs of indifferent eyes.

The two men were dressed in black and even covered their faces to prevent reflection, leaving only their cold eyes exposed.

This scene was so horrifying that as soon as the two men opened their mouths to scream, two men in black stretched out their hands to block their mouths, and then waved their right hands.

The sword flashed and the throats of the two servants were cut.

Blood spurted into the air.

The two men in black retreated to the side and back at the same time, avoiding the spray of blood.

A man in black came out from inside. He looked at the servant who was lying on the ground, clutching his neck helplessly, his eyes gradually dimming, and said with satisfaction: "We just want to make it look like a vendetta, and the bloodiest is best."

Da Ming's words echoed in a low voice, and the three men in black did not return along the original path.

They walked down the stairs, as casually as if they were at home.

The singing and dancing downstairs ended, and those who were supposed to enjoy had left, leaving a few servants to clean up the mess.

When the servants saw the three shadows coming down, they screamed almost at the same time.

They walked forward quickly, waved their knives, and then repeated the action.

The three shadows began to slaughter like killing machines. It was only a few breaths, and the servants fell in a pool of blood.

The screams and cries alarmed the neighbors on both sides. Some were shouting and cursing, and some were asking questions. It was a mess.

After a while, someone came out to check and saw the three shadows running away.

Those who lived here were all powerful and noble, and servants naturally had no right to visit.

After reporting to their respective masters, several noble officials were surrounded by servants and walked into the home of this civil servant.

"Ah!"

"Murder!"

...

As a leader and a king, Meiergan knew the importance of taking good care of his body, so he had fallen asleep at this moment.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the palace, and then someone knocked on the door gently.

The knock was small, but persistent.

Meergan was finally awakened.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dome of the palace blankly.

The oil lamp not far away emitted soft light, making people more sleepy.

He gradually woke up, and the knock on the door outside was still there, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

...

This time the murder was classified as a revenge killing.

"...King, if it was an assassination, it should be silent, so we think it was a revenge killing, as for who..."

The dead minister was an important minister of Meiergan, who dared to enter the room and kill him?

Being woken up by someone is not a pleasant thing. Meiergan resisted the urge to yawn, glanced around, and said, "Find out."

His eyes finally stopped on a civil servant.

The civil servant looked confused and helpless. He was the enemy of the civil servant who was killed.

Everyone has friends, it just depends on whether they are sincere or not.

The dead civil servant had friends, and the relationship between them was very good.

Meiergan noticed those pairs of hateful eyes, and he said angrily: "Don't make trouble before the investigation is clear, otherwise you will be severely punished!"

Public is public, private is private, this is Meiergan's attitude.

The civil servant also noticed those unfriendly looks and said, "King, this matter has nothing to do with me. I went to bed early tonight and many people in my family saw it. You can call him in for questioning."

Someone sneered, "Sleeping? Do you need someone to watch you while you sleep? Ridiculous!"

"Okay!"

Seeing that the internal conflict was about to start, Miergan stood up and said, "Investigate this matter immediately and see who did it. Before that, be quiet."

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