Chapter 40: Blackmailing Lü Buwei

  "Isn't it great being a knight?"

  "No matter how good your kung fu is, you're still afraid of my brick."

  "Get up and fight, don't lie there like a dog pretending to be weak."

  Qin Yiren's face was twisted and distorted, his hands holding the brick slab raining down like a storm, each blow landing with all his might, as if he wanted to smash Jingyun back into her mother's womb.

  A brick fell, Jing Yun's head was broken and bleeding, his whole body was covered in blood, his skin cracked and flesh burst, if he wasn't still twitching, it would have been thought that he had kicked the bucket.

  "Prince, you're so cruel!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er watched as Qin Yiren brutally abused Jing Yun, their hearts turning cold. Qin Yiren was just too cruel!

  Until the plank cracked, Qin Yiren finally stopped. With a sigh of relief, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed onto Jingyun's body, panting heavily.

  Jingyun was lying on the ground, Qin Yiren was lying on top of him, and their posture was quite ambiguous. If someone who didn't know what was going on saw them at first glance, they would have thought that Qin Yiren was interested in a certain part of Jingyun's chrysanthemum.

  "What's so familiar about this brick?" Meng Zhao and the others finally let out a sigh of relief, carefully examining the brick that had made such a great contribution, and suddenly remembered: "Isn't this the brick from Gongzi's bed?"

  The mess left by the predecessor has not been completely solved yet, and still can't help but use brick to support the bed.

  "This brick is really great!" Meng Zhao and others praised without end.

  The heroic name shook the world, becoming a heavy weight for a time, even the princes had to retreat, but was actually knocked down by a brick, this is the first time in the hundred-year history of the Warring States, this brick was too lucky.

  "I killed that wicked man." Meng Zhao felt a surge of anger after his sigh, and he gripped his sword tightly, ready to come forward and kill Jing Yun.

  "Stop." Qin Yiren shouted to block him.

  "Such a scoundrel, and yet he claims to be a gentleman! If I don't kill him, it won't be enough to vent my anger." Meng Zhao cursed loudly.

  What reason is there for a knight to become a merchant's thug? This is blasphemy against knights. His words earned the praise of Ma Ge, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er.

  "I can still sell him for a good price, you kill him, and give me gold?" Qin Yiren's eyes rolled over, shining with a hint of evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

  Every time Qin Yi Ren smiled like this, someone would inevitably be unlucky. The experiences of these days have proven this point, and Meng Zhao's heart skipped a beat as they secretly worried about someone.

  "Who will buy?" Meng Er asked what everyone was thinking, and their eyes fell on Qin Yiren.

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  Hu Feng wine shop, Lü Buwei's lodging place. Two maidservants were attending to Lü Buwei, who was comfortably leaning on one of the maid's bosom, enjoying the beauty's favor.

  "Master, something terrible has happened, something terrible has happened!" Just then, Old Man Xi Men rushed in hastily and shouted from a distance.

  "What's going on?" Lü Buwei asked faintly without opening his eyes.

  "It's Master Jing's business." Ximen Old Man hastily explained: "He was caught by Qin Yiren."

  "Jingyun was caught?" Lü Buwei was taken aback, and then burst out laughing, saying: "Old Master Ximen, your joking skills have improved again! Not bad, not bad. A dignified knight-errant, if he's caught by a fallen prince, isn't this the most laughable joke in the world? What is a knight-errant? Even feudal lords have to yield to him, what kind of ability does that Qin stranger have to catch Jingyun?"

  The louder he spoke, the more his face lit up with a smile, and his right hand stroked the smooth cheek of a green-clad maid, laughing and asking: "Darling, isn't that so?"

  "What the master said is absolutely right." The green-clothed maid's crisp and pleasant voice rang out.

  "Did you hear that?" Lü Buwei said to Old Man West Gate, "Even the women know this is just a joke."

  "Sir, this is true. Look." Ximen Lao's expression changed, and he hastily handed over a piece of high-quality silk in his hand, saying: "This was written with Mr. Jing's own robe and blood."

  Lü Buwei snatched it over, took a closer look, and his face changed drastically. He said in a low and stern tone: "Qin Yi Ren, you are slapping my face! You are humiliating me! I, Lü Buwei, will never let you succeed!"

  This is the blood letter written by Qin Yiren with Jingyun's fresh blood on his clothes, meaning only one thing: to ask Lü Buwei to buy back Jingyun for 500 gold.

  Jingyun was sent by Lü Buwei, if he buys him back with gold again, that is a barefaced slap in the face. Qin Yiren is humiliating him, and he cannot help but be angry.

  Yilu Buwei's anger was so great that if Qin Yiren were in front of him, he would have torn him apart and eaten him.

  "Sir, five hundred gold is not expensive." Ximen Lao Die hastily reminded him, saying: "Mr. Jing has followed you for many years, loyal and dedicated. Whenever there's a difficult task, it's always Mr. Jing who takes action. Besides, a knight-errant is hard to come by even with a thousand gold, so using five hundred gold to redeem him is a bargain."

  In the Warring States period, assassins were as common as hairs on an ox. Whenever there was a grudge, people would hire assassins to take revenge for money, and such incidents happened every day. However, those world-renowned assassins, such as Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, Zhuan Zhu, and Gai Nie, were not cheap.

  Moreover, they are also unrefined assassins, and their status is far inferior to that of a knight.

  To invite a knight-errant, there is no need for a thousand pieces of gold. Because knights-errant have a better reputation than the likes of Wu Zixu and Yue Jifu, they can resolve many troublesome matters.

  "This..." Lü Buwei was, after all, a merchant, and everything had to be calculated in terms of profit and loss. After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he indeed thought that using 500 pieces of gold to ransom back Jingyun was a very cost-effective deal compared to hiring someone new: "Then go on a trip and ransom him back."

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  A small courtyard, Qin Yi's residence, was piled high with gold, shining brightly, very tempting.

  "Master, are you mistaken?" asked Ximen Old Master with a warm smile on his face.

  "No mistake." Qin Yiren nodded heavily.

  "May I have Mr. Jing?" Ximen Lao's presence was on Qin Yiren's turf, and he didn't dare to be careless.

  Qin Yiren nodded slightly, and Meng Zhao pushed out Jingyun, who was tied up like a rice dumpling.

  "Despicable Qin people, I won't let you off!" Jingyun's eyes were about to spew out fire, staring dead at Qinyiren, hating that she couldn't chop Qinyiren into ten thousand pieces.

  He hated Qin more and more, but Ximen Lao thought that Lv Buwei was good, and secretly praised him.

  "Jingyun, you've ended up like this and still dare to be arrogant? Do you really think we old Qin people are easy to bully?" Qin Yiren's mouth cracked into a smile, shining brightly like the sun, warm as spring breeze: "This young master didn't plan on letting you off. Disable him!"

  "Hmph!" Meng Zhao drew out his sword, grasping it tightly with both hands, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Jing Yun.

  Jingyun had a bad premonition and her face changed color, she hastily asked: "What are you going to do?"

  "What you want to do to me, I will do to you." A sly and cunning smile spread across Qin Yiren's face.

  "Master, you can't go back on your word." Ximen Old Master hastily intervened upon seeing the situation was taking a turn for the worse.

  "Shut up!" Qin Yiren rebuked, coldly laughing: "This young master's words count, saying he'd give you a person and giving you a person, but not saying he'd give you an intact person, just that he'd give you a useless person. You think this young master's brain was pinched by the door, and you want him to return it to you completely intact? Isn't that seeking death yourself?"

  With Jingyun's hatred for Qin Yiren, if Jingyun were to leave safely, it would be like a sharp sword hanging over his head. With Qin Yiren's cleverness, he would never do such a foolish thing.

  "You... are so despicable!" Ximen Old Man was stunned for half a day, weakly accusing.

  "Ah!" Amidst Jingyun's mournful cry, Meng Zhao chopped off Jingyun's right arm and then severed the tendon of his left foot, completely crippling a renowned knight.

  "Go!" Ximen Lao's eyes widened in shock, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He ordered someone to carry Jingyun away.

  "Go back and tell Lü Buwei that he owes me a debt, and I will double it when I collect it!" Qin Yiren's resentful voice rang out.

  Lü Buwei repeatedly calculated against Qin Yi Ren, which made Qin Yi Ren resentful and determined to take revenge.

  Ximen Lao's father didn't dare to respond and quickly walked away.

  "Actually, Lü Buwei is still deceiving the beloved." Qin Yiren's face changed faster than flipping a book, with a smile on his face, saying: "Knowing that this young master doesn't have enough money to spend, I've brought it over. Now we have horse feed, each person gets one top-grade fine horse, and I'll also get some cosmetics for Mei'er."

  "Oh!" Warhorse had always been Meng Zhao's dream, and he was overjoyed at the news.

  "Thank you, young master!" Mei'er's eyes sparkled, which woman would refuse beauty?

  "Then what about me?" Hei Bo said with a very good mood, jokingly.

  "You, Heibo, I want to buy you an old and ugly old woman." Qin Yiren joked.

  "Haha!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and Miao Er laughed with their heads thrown back.

  The small courtyard is filled with joyful atmosphere.