Chapter Thirty-Six: The Fierce Disciple

  The long night, Han Jin and the three of them lay in the grass, quietly waiting. Han Jin refused Mo Xinkuo's impolite request, let alone Xian Ni'er sacrificing something to lure someone, so they could only wait for an opportunity.

  In fact, Han Jin had at least a hundred ways to deal with those guards, but there was one prerequisite: he could wield his Taoist magic as he pleased, without energy, everything was empty talk.

  "Alas... it would be better if there were a thief." Mo Xinko sighed softly.

  "Mo Xinke, you've said that at least ten times already, why are you acting like a woman!" Han Jin, who was lying in the middle, retorted.

  "What's wrong with the woman?" Xanier suddenly interjected.

  "Not...not really..."

  Mo Xinkē covered his mouth and secretly laughed, to avoid making too much noise and alerting the guards. Han Jin was annoyed: "Mo Xinkē, we're doing something big here, can't you be serious for once?!"

  "What a big deal... " Mo Xinkai sighed again: "Maybe we've been waiting for nothing all night, and then we'll leave with our tails between our legs."

  Just as they were speaking, two guards suddenly left the gate and walked along the wall to the corner, and after a moment, they disappeared into the woods.

  Han Jin's spirit lifted as he looked at Xian Ni'er, who listened carefully for a moment before nodding her head. She was confident that she could silently take out the remaining two guards.

  Han Jin and Mo Xinkuo crawled forward, moving in the direction of the other two guards who had left. When they were almost in position, Xian Ni'er quietly raised her body and drew open her longbow.

  The first arrow shot straight into the left temple of the guard, piercing through bone and exiting from the other side with a thud, deeply embedding itself in the wall and pinning the guard to it. Another guard heard the sound, hastily turned around, saw the gruesome scene, and just as he was about to shout, an arrow shot into his mouth. Sannier's archery skills were too strong, the speed too fast, the guard's upper body violently bent backward, the arrow slanting through his upper jaw and the back of his head, pinning him to the ground, his body arched like a bow, his two legs kicking wildly for a few moments before ceasing to move.

  At this time, the other two guards walked back with a smile, seemingly to relieve themselves. They had just passed the corner of the wall when Mosinko snuck up behind them. Although he couldn't release his aura, Mosinko's movements were still incredibly swift. His long sword flashed through the air like lightning, and the guard who was slightly lagging behind suddenly froze. Mosinko's sword had already pierced his neck. Moreover, Mosinko's sword blade was very wide, and with this one strike, he almost beheaded the guard, causing blood to gush out.

  Han Jin swung a long sword and pounced, but the opponent he chose had already turned around, with his hand on the hilt of his sword. The next moment, a hole as thick as a teacup appeared in the center of the guard's eyebrows. Han Jin hadn't even cut down yet, but was first splattered by the flying blood.

  It's worth noting that Han Jin is extremely fond of cleanliness. Although only half of his face was splattered with blood due to the angle, it still made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but wipe it off forcefully. However, the stench only grew thicker.

  "Hehe... you're getting more and more handsome, I like it." Mo Xinkai said with a heh-heh smile.

  Han Jin's face was expressionless, anyone else would not be able to laugh at this time, if he thought about it seriously again, perhaps there was a little brain pulp mixed with the fresh blood... better not think about it!

  Xian Niell jumped a few times, lightly landing in front of the small courtyard door, looking at Han Jin. Her eyes were very calm, and no one could tell whether she was intentionally making things difficult for Han Jin to punish him for looking down on 'females', or if killing the enemy was her top priority, so she didn't bother with anything else.

  "Laughed enough?" Han Jin said calmly.

  "En en, let's go in." Mo Xinkai nodded and said.

  Han Jin walked over slowly, patted Mo Xikuo on the shoulder, and then suddenly wiped his face with a big step forward.

  "What are you doing?" Mo Xinko growled in a low, urgent tone. They were not professional killers, to be exact, they were just a mob now, and it was impossible to talk about organization or discipline, but after all, they still remembered their mission, otherwise, if Mo Xinko let out a reckless roar, it would be enough to wake up everyone in the entire courtyard.

  "It's nothing, just finding a balance. Now I'm more comfortable." Han Jin said with a sidelong glance at Xian Ni'er, thinking to himself, "Got it, kid! We'll see about that!"

  Mo Xinkai reluctantly followed Han Jin, Han Jin now can't find fault with Xian Ni'er, he also can't find fault with Han Jin, can only endure, as for what he is thinking in his heart, should be similar to Han Jin.

  Things got simpler from then on, George never thought that someone would dare to touch the tiger's butt, after all his son-in-law was the town mayor of the eleventh town and also a high-ranking fighter, and he had good eyesight, he wouldn't provoke people who were formidable, he only provoked those whom he could bully with ease.

  Knocking out the four maids outside, he entered the inner bedroom. George and a woman in her early twenties were sleeping together, embracing each other. Since it was almost dawn, Han's movements seemed somewhat rough. He patted the woman's lips, and when she opened her eyes, he slapped her neck with his palm. From a physiological perspective, people can also be knocked out while they are asleep, but watching their opponent become unconscious can give one a sense of security.

  A whole pot of water was poured over him before George managed to open his eyes with great effort, and then he saw the gleaming long sword on his chest, which scared him so much that his face turned white. In the middle of the night, he suddenly saw two thugs in the room, who were holding sharp weapons in their hands, which was really terrifying, but what's even more terrifying is that there was still wet blood on the faces of the two thugs!

  "Two...two great ones..." George stammered.

  "I'm out of money, I'll borrow some from you to spend." Han Jin was very straightforward and had a hooligan air about him.

  "Yes, yes!" George nodded hastily and pointed to a small cabinet on the outside of the bed.

  Mo Xinkuo didn't hold back either, dumping everything from the small cabinet onto the bed. Most of it was jewelry and accessories, all for women.

  "Not enough." Han Jin said softly.

  "Big... sir, I lost money in business last time, at home..."

  Han Jin's gaze slid down and landed on George's middle finger, where there was a ring with an ancient style. George's face changed greatly, smiling awkwardly while trying to cover his hand by pulling down his sleeve.

  Actually, he was fine without covering up, but once he covered up, Han Jin immediately thought of the thing on Xian Ni Er's hand. He grabbed the bed sheet, swung his sword lightly, and then threw a strip of cloth to George: "Stuff it in your mouth, better fill it up."