freenovelworld Chapter 62 Sixth Prince, the Emperor has ordered us to take your dog's life!
Chapter 62 Sixth Prince, the Emperor has ordered us to take your dog's life!
"Sixth Prince, His Majesty has sent us to take your dog's life!"
They held longswords, their eyes were cold, and they exuded a chilling aura.
The leader of the assassins brandished his sword, his eyes slightly closed, a cruel glint in them.
His half-closed eyes snapped open, flashing a ruthless light, and then he slashed at Pei Yunjing without hesitation.
Despite the sudden turn of events, Pei Yunjing's expression remained unchanged.
His dark gray eyes were like a still, deep pool, cold and profound, sending chills down one's spine.
He sat quietly on the bed, his voice low and firm:
"Wait, at least let me die knowing why!"
His tone was calm, but the authority it conveyed was undeniable.
Pei Yunjing knew that there must be something fishy about this.
He couldn't believe that his father would want to get rid of him. There must be some conspiracy or misunderstanding behind this.
However, the assassin leader did not stop what he was doing. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, a mocking laugh that echoed throughout the tent, sending chills down everyone's spines.
His gaze grew increasingly cold, filled with contempt and mockery as he spoke:
"The Emperor commands you to die at midnight; we dare not keep you alive until dawn!!!"
After saying that, he raised his eyes again and carefully examined Pei Yunjing;
A sly smile appeared on his face, his expression like that of a cunning fox eyeing its prey.
"Young master, seeing that you are so young, I will allow you to leave a few last words. In your next life, please don't be born into an imperial family!"
This statement was full of irony, as if mocking Pei Yunjing's fate and identity.
He knew that as a prince, Pei Yunjing carried too many responsibilities and expectations, but at the same time faced countless dangers and challenges.
However, Pei Yunjing was not angered by his words, but instead calmly considered countermeasures.
He knew that he had to remain calm to find a glimmer of hope. His hand slowly groped for something, and suddenly he found the Type 77 pistol under his pillow.
Just before going to sleep, I had placed the pistol under my pillow because I loved it so much that I fell into a deep sleep.
Unexpectedly, this pistol has become his only lifeline.
Just then, the lead assassin noticed Pei Yunjing's subtle movement. His face twisted into a ferocious expression, and he said in a harsh tone:
"You...you stay still! If you want to leave your last words, then hurry up and say them...otherwise, I won't hold back and will send you to your grave right now!"
His eyes revealed a fierce glint that sent chills down one's spine. After speaking, he moved the long sword in his hand to Pei Yunjing's neck, the threat obvious.
However, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Pei Yunjing's face as he swiftly and skillfully loaded his gun.
With a crisp "click," he raised his Type 77 pistol with astonishing speed, aimed at the leader of the assassins, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
There was a "bang" sound.
In an instant, a deadly bullet pierced the air and struck the assassin squarely between the eyebrows.
The man collapsed to the ground before he could even react.
The remaining assassins, witnessing this scene, were all astonished. They drew their scimitars and swords from their waists and rushed towards Pei Yunjing like a tidal wave, their momentum fierce.
But they didn't realize that cold weapons were nothing compared to firearms.
Several deafening gunshots rang out, and five more assassins fell one after another, their bright red blood staining the ground.
Pei Yunjing counted silently, secretly calculating in his mind.
It turns out that the pistol he was holding could only hold a maximum of seven bullets, and he had already used one during a test firing earlier that day.
At this moment, the briefcase containing spare bullets rests quietly on the Phoenix Bronze Mirror stand, and only one assassin remains before them.
Faced with such a predicament, Pei Yunjing fell into deep thought, wondering how he should deal with it.
At that moment, the last remaining assassin was completely consumed by fear, trembling uncontrollably.
His legs seemed to have lost their support, trembling incessantly, accompanied by uncontrollable shaking.
Suddenly, a warm liquid slowly flowed down his crotch, and a nauseating odor filled the air.
"No...no...don't kill me...please spare my life!" The assassin's face was filled with terror, and his voice became hoarse and distorted due to extreme fear.
He stared wide-eyed at Pei Yunjing before him, his heart filled with unprecedented fear.
You have to understand, he had never seen such a small yet incredibly powerful hidden weapon before!
With just a few moves, he easily killed all the assassin masters who had led him on this mission.
Poor him, tonight was the first time he had taken on such an important mission from above!
However, at this moment, everything has vanished, and none of his companions have survived; they have all perished.
"They're all dead... They're all dead... How is this possible?" the assassin muttered to himself, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if his soul had already left his body.
Upon seeing this, Pei Yunjing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.
He gracefully raised his pistol—the one that struck fear into the hearts of assassins—and slowly aimed it at the trembling enemy before him, then softly uttered a single word:
"Boom!"
This soft shout was like a death warrant, instantly shattering the already terrified assassin's spirit.
Without a second thought, he turned and ran, screaming hysterically as he ran:
"Murder! Murder! The Sixth Prince is too powerful... Please don't kill me... Please have mercy and spare me..."
In a panic, the assassin stumbled out of the tent like a headless fly.
Unfortunately, they ran right into Pei Nanxing and He Qiang, who had just rushed over.
With a muffled thud, the assassin and the newcomer collided solidly, both falling to the ground in a chaotic scene.
The assassin was also bound and imprisoned...
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A few days later in the capital, sunlight shone through the clouds, casting a faint golden glow over the entire city.
However, the atmosphere inside the palace was unusually heavy at this moment.
Inside the magnificent palace, Pei Chuan, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat high on the dragon throne.
His brows furrowed, his gaze fixed intently on the letter from the Central Plains in his hand. This letter shattered the previously peaceful situation like a thunderclap.
Pei Chuan's face grew increasingly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Suddenly, he swung his hand and slammed it heavily on the hard armrest of the dragon throne, making a loud "bang".
With that angry shout, the entire hall seemed to tremble.
"Absurd! Utterly absurd!" "No matter how far apart we are, our hearts are connected; you must vote for me!"