Innate 123 disparity

  A few days ago, Pei Qiantong's men finally caught up with them. To disperse the risk, several people were divided into three teams and agreed to meet at a designated location. Sun Langzhong and Xing'er formed one team, Feilong and Yu'e formed another team, while Zhen Mingsu took Zhang Shi and escaped in three different directions.

  Just yesterday, he learned from a salt peddler's informant that Sun Lang and others had fallen into the hands of Pei Qian Tong.

  The journey was fraught with danger, and the agreed-upon location had already been set up with scouts by the Salt Gang. He had no choice but to take Zhang back to Luoyang, hiding in a broken temple outside the city on the banks of the Luo River, where they were running out of food and arrows. The other side was sending out their best men to search for them, and it was only a matter of time before they would be caught.

  At the moment of no escape, Zhang suddenly took out this white jade pendant from her chest and handed it to him, letting him drop her off alone and sneak into Luoyang to find someone for help.

  At parting, she asked him for that sharp tungsten alloy dagger.

  She had made the worst plan, knowing that he would go this time and might never come back. She also didn't want to fall into Pei Qiantong's hands again.

  She said she would wait for him for three days.

  Watching her lying alone on the damp grass heap in that dilapidated temple, seeing him off with a hint of faint life-and-death farewell in her eyes, his heart felt an inexplicable pang.

  Today is the last day.

  He took the white jade pendant that had been nestled between Zhang's full breasts, still carrying the faint scent of Zhang's body, and the jade pendant that had been deeply nestled between her full breasts, brought it close to his mouth and kissed it, silently chanting: "Elder sister, I must wait for you!"

  ……

  This is a residential area west of Luoyang City.

  The alleys crisscrossed with people coming and going.

  Wang Xuan rode a tall horse and stood at one of the entrances, with several strategists following beside him.

  It had been several days since Zhen Ming had helped him escape from Luoyang City, but he was still furious in his heart.

  "General Wang is hiding in this residential area. I've already sent people to surround the area. He seems to be seriously injured and can't run far!"

  Wang Xuan said in a cold voice, "Search the rooms one by one, I don't believe we can't find anyone. Don't let me catch him, or I'll make him regret not falling into Pei Qiantong's hands!"

  "General Wang, I just received a flying letter from Pei's mansion. He told us to intercept at the city gate and said that Zhen Ming has been seriously injured. He asked us to capture him alive."

  Wang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Pei Qiantong is so concerned about this person, there must be many secrets hidden on his body. Once we catch him, I will make him confess everything! If Pei Qiantong wants this person, he can only exchange that tofu western woman for him. That woman is already mine! Search thoroughly, don't let a single corner escape!"

  Someone beside him asked in puzzlement: "General Wang, didn't they leave the city? How could this Zhennan suddenly risk his life to break through and return to Luoyang alone?"

  "Hmph, what's the point of leaving Luoyang?! With just one flying letter, their wanted posters will be plastered all over the prefectures and counties along the way. Even if they flee to the ends of the earth, they won't be able to escape the Great Sui's officialdom. They've crossed me, and now they can't run! This Zhen Mingshu is also a ruthless character, decisive and cunning, even abandoning his own woman outside the city and sneaking into Luoyang, probably waiting for an opportunity to take revenge. But I won't let him have his way!"

  "Just received news that Pei Kun Tong of the Salt Gang has captured several of his accomplices, two females and one male. It's said that in order to capture another accomplice, the Salt Gang suffered nearly a hundred casualties. Pei Kun Tong never thought that among his accomplices was a major offender wanted by the imperial court. This person alone took down four branch leaders of the Salt Gang and over 90 gang members, yet still managed to escape."

  "Li Jing?" Wang Xuan was first shocked, then spoke with a tone of celebration: "Pei Qiantong is also unlucky, didn't catch the person, and injured so many soldiers, letting me gain this advantage for nothing."

  Just then, a dog barked from up ahead.

  "Found it!"

  ……

  Rushing forward desperately for their lives.

  Behind him were several ferocious dogs in hot pursuit, the wound on his body leaving a long trail of blood in the direction he was frantically running forward.

  He has gone two days without eating and his consciousness is starting to blur.

  Behind him was a sudden burst of horseshoes and Wang Xuan's triumphant laughter: "You run, you're running for me now! Just a few days ago, weren't you so arrogant? Why don't you teach this young master how to cut the blood without letting it splatter on me? You seem to know all about it!"

  Wang Xuan took a long spear and lightly stabbed at Zhen Mingshu's thigh as he was running in front of him.

  Blood splattered out immediately and landed on his white silk shoes.

  The cavalrymen behind him burst out laughing.

  Zhen Ming had already seen his goal and didn't care about the wound on his leg, using all his strength to run forward.

  "Still three hundred meters..."

  He muttered to himself in his heart, but he knew that this short 300 meters would be the most difficult journey of his life.

  He turned his head to look at Wang Xuan Ying, who was riding on horseback with a proud expression, and a hint of sternness flashed in his eyes. If the big brothers in the 21st century prisons saw this expression, they would probably be scared away.

  Others didn't know what kind of person Zhen Ming was, but they were very clear that he wasn't the kind of soft persimmon who could be bullied by anyone. He had a record of single-handedly taking on six big shots with empty hands in the 21st century's SG maximum security prison, and it's still a legend widely told today.

  Destiny is bitter, footsteps begin to stumble.

  Just as Wang Xuan Ying's iron spear was about to stab his other thigh, he thudded to the ground with a loud crash and had no strength to get up again, but thus dodged Wang Xuan Ying's spear.

  Wang Xuan responded to the situation, feeling much more at ease, dismounted his horse and walked over to him, sneering: "Isn't that the hiding place of the Tofu Western Chamber up ahead? Good, I was worried I wouldn't be able to find her. You'd better put in some effort, I want to see what you're capable of. Don't measure yourself against others without knowing your own strength! A woman like this isn't someone a useless person like you can lay hands on!"

  He stepped on his palm with one foot, rubbed it hard, and burst out laughing: "In Luoyang City, if you're a lowly person, just be honest and do your job as a lowly person. Don't try to take the lead for others, not only will you lose your own life for nothing, but you might also harm the other party. I advise you to give up this idea early on. The more you want to resist, the more suffering you'll endure. You'll hate your own incompetence even more. When I get her, it will be even more enjoyable! That woman is already mine, if you're not convinced, I can still take her in front of you, let you watch her suffer, watch me play with her at will, and you'll understand that there's an insurmountable gap between us, born to be! Beg for mercy, maybe begging for mercy will make me let you die a little more comfortably."

  Zhen Mingsu never begged for mercy, and Wang Xuan's face was somewhat unbearable. He drew out the exquisite sword with inlaid pearls and jade from his waist and stabbed it into Zhen Mingsu's other palm...

  At this moment, Zhen Mingshu, who was originally on the verge of collapse, suddenly became fierce and powerful. A kick to the ground sent Wang Xuan Ying's foot flying, and a lock caught him off guard, sending him tumbling to the ground. At the same time, his elbow turned into a blunt instrument, striking Wang Xuan Ying's arm with a loud thud...

  A cracking sound was heard as Wang Xuan's arm broke off.

  "Ah——"

  Wang Xuan let out a mournful cry, and the sword in his hand was also snatched away by Zhen Mingshu, who took advantage of the opportunity to hold it against his neck.

  Zhen Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood on the ground, his eyes scanning the surrounding guards with a fierce gaze like a wolf, and coldly growled: "If you don't want to die, let them retreat three hundred meters!"

  Wang Xuan yelled out in pain, his severed arm causing him so much agony that he couldn't even speak.

  Zhen's face turned cold, and with a swift turn of his sword, he stabbed downwards towards his foot.

  Wang Xuan-yin let out another ear-piercing shriek, shouting at the guards: "All of you get back!"

  Zhen Ming's bitter fate clung to him as he walked step by step towards the Right Garrison General's mansion behind him...

  He hadn't walked many steps when he heard a loud noise from the side, and Zhen Ming was shocked to look over, only to see that at some point, a large hammer weighing tens of kilograms had flown in from the side and knocked down a cold arrow shot from afar towards his back.

  Then, from a distance came several mournful cries, apparently the bowmen who had been lying in ambush were already dealt with.

  Zhen Ming bitterly turned his head and looked towards the street corner.

  Suddenly, a tall and sturdy man rushed out from the street corner, wielding a heavy hammer of 40-50 kilograms in his hand, charging towards Wang Xuan, shouting: "Who dares to move Zhen Mingshu!"

  The other guards all turned their heads to look at this man, and saw that he was over eight feet tall, with dark and shiny skin. On a cold day, he only wore a leather apron made of cowhide, with his upper body exposed, and had a sword emblem printed on his arm, which was particularly eye-catching.

  Like an enraged bull, he rushed towards Zhen's life with a fierce charge.

  "It's Wei Chi Tiejiangpu's pillar!" someone recognized him.

  Several shield-bearing guards finally reacted, hastily using several shields to block in front of him, but were smashed together with the shields by a pillar, the force was so strong that it could split mountains and crack the earth.

  He rushed all the way to Zhen Mingshu's side, anxiously turning his head and shouting at him: "Didn't you run away? How did you come back!"

  He still had wounds from the clash with the Salt Gang a few days ago, wearing a leather apron, and was obviously just working in the blacksmith's shop. When he heard that Zhen Ming was being surrounded, he rushed over without even changing his clothes.

  "Zhu zi......" Zhen Ming was somewhat unexpectedly looking at this foolish big guy who had never gotten along with him since they met, and their friendship was limited to the last time they went to the brothel together for a drink.

  He never thought that at the critical moment it was him who lent a helping hand.

  "Can you still move? Run quickly, I'll block for you!"

  As they spoke, his twin hammers had already smashed four or five guards who were quietly closing in.

  With a determined fate, no longer hesitant, a palm knife struck the back of Wang Xuan's head, knocking him unconscious. Then, using the last bit of strength in his body, he turned around and sprinted wildly towards the direction of the Right Garrison...

  One hundred meters, fifty meters...

  He finally saw the mansion at the corner of the street.

  The Mansion of the Right Guard General

  He fell at the gate of General's Mansion, raised the jade pendant in his hand, and with his last strength, shouted: "Zhang Heng's daughter Zhang E seeks an audience with Dugu Xuan, the great general!"

  The sound traveled far and wide, entering the General's mansion...