Chapter 17: Soul Suppressing Blood Formation
An ancient white carriage, that was around the corner, entered the street. The wheels grinded against the ancient street made from blue pebbles, creating a repetitive sound. The driver was an old man with a black veiled hat on his head.
“Master, the kid Feng Feiyun just left, will he make a move tonight or not?”
Zheng Dongliu lifted a part of his veil, revealing a pair of old eyes.
In the ancient carriage came a hoarse voice:
“Feng Feiyun has already started.”
“Has already started?”
Zheng Dongliu seemed quite puzzled and asked:
“But the five thousand city guards are not mobilized, what will he use to combat the Eagle Hawk gang?”
“His move is called ’during war, never stop deceiving,’ the five thousand city guards were only a trick to fool San Ye. The true attack force is the one hundred and thirty six servants pushing the gift carriages. If I am not mistaken, these one hundred and thirty six servants were hand-picked from the absolute best of the city guards’ elites. They are the sharp knife aiming towards the heart of the Eagle Claw gang.”
The master responded. [1. A strategy in China. Literal translation would be War Never Tired Deceiving.]
Zheng Dongliu was still skeptical and asked:
“He wants to use one hundred people to kill the entire Eagle Claw gang? Is Feng Feiyun crazy or not?”