inspire-indiana Chapter 37 Command
Chapter 37 Command
"That's not in accordance with the rules."
The jailer glanced at Chen Hongjie casually.
No matter if you're a scion of a prominent family or a wealthy merchant's son, in this small territory, you have to listen to him.
"Sir, Lu Lin is my family's sparring partner. His things are our things. How about we make an exception?"
This was Chen Hongjie's first time doing this, and his technique was rather clumsy.
He then took out two silver ingots and, under the watchful eyes of the others, handed them to the jailer.
Twenty taels.
This price is enough to tempt the jailer.
However, as the saying goes, those who see it should share it; it is absolutely impossible for him to keep this sum of money for himself.
You get two ounces, he gets three ounces, and what you actually get is probably less than ten ounces.
The jailer shook his head. "What are you doing? I'm a jailer from Daliang. How dare you bribe me? Throw me out."
"you……"
Chen Hongjie was furious. The other party had only accepted ten taels of silver from him and was all smiles back then.
But in the blink of an eye, twenty taels of silver were no longer enough to fend off the other party.
So be it.
Tonight's matter was originally instructed by Father to retrieve the belongings of the second and fourth sons; as for Lu Lin's items, that's fine.
After receiving his twenty taels of silver, Chen Hongjie walked out of the prison cell.
Late at night.
There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street.
Chen Hongjie clutched the things in his arms, lowered his head, and walked quickly away.
But his demeanor clearly tells others that he possesses a treasure.
As I turned into a small alley, I heard footsteps behind me.
Chen Hongjie glanced back and saw that there were two people following him. His heart tightened, and he quickened his pace.
He hadn't yet refined his skin, so he was evenly matched with ordinary martial artists. He could only rely on his strong physique to barely manage to fight two opponents at once.
But as soon as I turned around, I saw five or six people in front of me.
Chen Hongjie wasn't stupid, so of course he wouldn't question why the other person had followed him down this side path.
Fortunately, he was quick-witted and immediately turned around, preparing to push aside the two people behind him and break out of the encirclement.
But the other party was prepared and pulled out a wooden stick, which he then struck at Chen Hongjie.
"you!"
Chen Hongjie was hit on the head with a stick, and used his left hand to defend himself.
But the next second, five or six people rushed up from behind and started hitting him with wooden sticks as if they were free.
Poor Chen Hongjie, he had only been practicing martial arts for a short time, but he had too little experience in fighting others. In addition, he also had to protect his belongings, so he was knocked to the ground in no time.
"Go easy, don't kill him."
Someone whispered a rebuke.
Chen Hongjie was in a daze. He only saw that the person who spoke had a birthmark the size of a fist on his face. Then he was kicked in the temple and passed out.
"You son of a bitch, kicking someone in the head can kill them, you know that?!"
The man with the birthmark shoved his subordinate, who dared not resist.
"snort."
The man with the birthmark then squatted down, pried open Chen Hongjie's hands, and groped around in his arms.
"Fifty taels of silver? Goodness, this guy's rich."
"What is this thing, a token? Xiao Wu, what does it say on it?"
A young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old came up to him and said, "Brother Qiang, this says 'Disciple Token' and 'Mozhu Academy' on it."
"Mozhu Academy?"
The man with the birthmark seemed to be deep in thought, then his eyes lit up as he thought of something. "I've got it! I don't know how many people in the city are buying these things today. One piece can fetch up to a thousand taels of silver."
"A thousand taels? That's enough for each of us to buy a small courtyard house!"
"Brother Qiang, these are just a few pieces of wood, are they really that valuable?"
"Bullshit!" Qiang, the guy with the birthmark, slapped his underling across the face. "You don't know anything. This thing is a token of the Ink Bamboo Academy. As long as you have it, you can enter the academy to study."
"Brother Qiang, let's go to school too. I heard that the lowest rank you get after graduating from the academy is a ninth-rank official, which is even more prestigious than Officer Du, who always bullies our Fierce Tiger Gang."
"You're so cocky, you old codger!" Brother Qiang knew this was a hot potato, not something he could handle.
It's no problem to exchange some money for it. Take it to school and you'll be dead before you even know how you died.
"Let's go get some drinks first. Later, I'll sell these three tokens, and every one of us brothers will get a share!"
Brother Qiang was in high spirits, as if he could already see thousands of taels of silver piled up in front of him.
In prison.
The jailers, who were changing shifts at night, couldn't help but discuss the disciple tokens when they were bored.
He does not mean that.
One of the jailers guarding Lu Lin had an idea and sneaked into the storeroom when no one was looking.
They found Lu Lin's package, familiar with the place.
Fire hooks, iron whips, and backpacks were all present.
He rummaged through his backpack for a while and found thirteen disciple tokens, a bottle of pills, and two pages of a manual that recorded the Nine-Spinning Slash technique.
He couldn't understand the secret manual.
He doesn't need the elixir.
The jailer's hands trembled slightly as he stroked the disciple tokens.
"With so many tokens, I... I'll just take one, just one. I hope no one will notice."
Comforting himself in this way, the jailer made a very ruthless decision, picked up a token and put it in his pocket, then stuffed the rest of the items into his backpack.
Even after he stepped out of the warehouse, his heart was still pounding uncontrollably.
Nothing happened that night.
The next morning, the jailer ignored the Chen brothers, Chen Hongming and Chen Hongzhi, and took Lu Lin directly to the punishment room.
Wang Wei had not yet arrived, and the jailers under his command wanted to curry favor with him, so they planned to make things difficult for Lu Lin ahead of time.
Lu Lin didn't care; in fact, he was even somewhat looking forward to it.
[Dragon-Tiger Golden Bell Cover, 1/200000, Mastery]
Lu Lin's eyes lit up.
It's a great success!
This brought some comfort to the otherwise mundane life of being a prisoner.
Moreover, reaching perfection didn't yield the 500,000 Lu Lin had expected, but only 200,000. Lu Lin immediately felt like he had made a fortune of 300,000 proficiency points.
Two hundred thousand is a lot.
These days of torture aren't every day.
As he was thinking this, a surge of heat welled up inside him, flowing through his limbs and converging at the acupoints on his chest.
Its power increased dramatically.
His physical body is extremely strong.
defense……
"Snap!"
Before Lu Lin could sense the change in his defensive power, he heard a cracking sound.
The wooden stick, covered with a layer of iron, broke in half when it hit him.
Just then, Wang Wei walked in with a gloomy face. Seeing Lu Lin being tortured, he felt a surge of anger. He took a whip and lashed it at the jailer holding a wooden stick without any regard for the consequences.
"You son of a bitch, who gave you the right to make decisions on your own?"
"Without my orders, who gave you permission to interrogate Lu Lin, and even dared to use torture on your own? I think you're asking for it!"
The jailer who was being beaten retreated repeatedly.
Wang Wei, however, did not stop at all.
After chasing after the jailer and lashing him dozens of times with a whip and kicking him once, he finally looked at Lu Lin. He composed himself, a slightly unnatural smile on his face, and said, "Lu Lin, the Commander wants to see you."
"Commander?"
Lu Lin had no recollection of knowing any Commander.
Moreover, judging from Wang Wei's appearance, he was clearly upset, yet he insisted on putting on a smiling face for me.
Could it be that Chen Dingkun used his connections to get someone to rescue him?
That shouldn't be the case. Even if Chen Dingkun wanted to save someone, he should have saved his own son first.