Supreme pardon

Chapter 257 Gentle Coercion

Zhan He looked at the dagger stuck into the wood by his ear in a daze, and the cold feeling of rubbing against his cheek was still there. He reached out and touched his face, and after confirming that there was no blood, he slowly moved his head and turned his eyes to the to the person standing in front of him.

"Wear... smell... Ren Jue?" He stammered in surprise, and he bit his tongue twice in the process of saying a name, "Why are you here?"

Wen Renjue stepped in, and the guards on the porch outside the door closed the door for him in time.

Pan Zhiyi was not surprised by his arrival, he lowered his head, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully, "King."

His gaze fell on the top of Pan Zhiyi's head for two seconds, and Wen Renjue's gaze returned to Zhan He, and he said casually, "Get up."

Pan Zhiyi got up, walked aside with his usual expression, his hands were hanging down, waiting for the order.

Approaching step by step, Zhan He raised the corner of his mouth at the mouth gaping behind the big table, Wen Renjue tilted his head and looked at the map of the thirteenth district hanging in the room, and said casually: "Although the territory of the thirteenth district is not big, it is located in the middle. , the population is the largest?"

Zhan He completely collapsed on the chair, his eyes were red and he looked a little confused.

"Yes, in terms of population density, but if we talk about the total population, the thirteenth district and the tenth district should be equal." Pan Zhiyi squinted at Zhanhe with his emotionless eyes, and the man recovered from the panic and confusion just now , with a pale complexion, turned his head tremblingly to see the dagger stuck in his ear.

"Is it feasible to move the population inward?" With his eyes half downcast, Wen Renjue stared at the patterns on the carpet, and yawned while speaking. He didn't rest well.

"Of course it is possible. Among the [-]th, [-]th and [-]th districts, only the [-]th district has a large population. Although the other two royal districts are large, their population distribution is not large." The king in the district was still sitting upright, but what they discussed was taken for granted.

No matter how stupid Zhan He was, seeing Wen Ren Jue and Pan Zhiyi's behavior at this time, he knew that something was wrong.

Something must have happened outside of his control.

But Wen Ren Jue's sudden shock, and the rapid dagger shot at his head, made him unable to stand up until now.

He was a little timid.

"You guys!..." The anger that had accumulated for a long time finally supported him to prop up his upper body, and shouted at the two people in the room.

Wen Renjue turned around and walked towards the big table step by step, as if he had just noticed that there was such a person in the room.

Jin-hyuk's questioning paused because of his sudden movement.

Looking at Zhan He's frozen appearance with a smile, Wen Renjue touched the black big stone table with one hand, took out a pen from the pen holder, took out the other hand in his trouser pocket, pulled off the cap of the pen, and leaned forward, On the face of Zhan He who was completely dumbfounded, he drew two strokes lightly.

"Didn't you sleep well?" With a soft voice and gentle strokes of the pen tip, Zhan He seemed to be frozen, completely without any other movements.

Pressing his waist against the edge of the table, Wen Renjue leaned half of his body forward to the other party. His sudden and inexplicable action made Zhan He, who was in the chaos, a little at a loss.

Zhan He could smell the smell of rain on Wen Renjue's body, and even at close range, he could very slowly feel the torment of the tip of the pen running across his face.

Wen Renjue didn't write anything else, and he didn't use too much force with his right hand. He wrote the character "Zhan" squarely on the right cheek of the person as if playing with it.

Pan Zhiyi stared at all this with his hands hanging down, and waited for Wen Renjue to throw away the pen before he stepped forward, his eyes resting on Zhan He's face for appreciation, and he didn't look at his terrified eyes. Eyes, he only carefully looked at the Zhan characters written in the pen, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the Zhan family has run the thirteenth district for hundreds of years, and it was ruined by such a rebellious child."

Zhan He is in his early twenties, so he should never be called a child.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about rebutting, because Wenrenjue's breath was sprayed on his forehead, obviously the breath was mild, but for some reason, at this moment, Zhan He was still so afraid that he wanted to tremble.

The man wearing the silver mask in front of him gave him a completely different feeling from what he had seen before.

Pulling out the dagger inserted into the back of the chair, Wen Renjue simply turned half sideways, sat on the table with the right half of his body, rested his left hand recklessly on his dangling knee, held the dagger in his right hand, and lightly tapped Zhan He's head.

"You guys! Pan Zhiyi, you betrayed me?" Because he didn't dare to look at Wen Renjue, Zhan He directed all his anger on Pan Zhiyi, staring at him, panting heavily.

"Yes."

Pan Zhiyi nodded his head calmly.

Facing the calmness of the man, Zhan He lost his words for a moment, and after a while, he raised his eyes to see Ren Jue, and asked a stupid question.

"Why are you doing this? Aren't we allies?"

Wen Renjue didn't speak, didn't even look down at him, yawned, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Pan Zhiyi didn't make another sound, and the room became strangely quiet for a moment.

Clenching his left hand still underneath, Zhan He looked at the two of them left and right, took a deep breath, and when his nails dug into his palm, he stood up instantly in pain, moved the phone on the desk like lightning, and quickly dialed the number.

The dagger had already been retracted to the waist, Wen Renjue looked at the person's movement slowly, his right hand was still propped on the table, his body was half tilted, and he didn't make any movement to stop it, and asked slowly: "Who are you calling?"

Zhan He didn't bother to answer. Hearing the "beep" sound from the microphone, cold sweat grew on his face, dripping onto his arm protecting the phone.

With such a violent action, it's fine that Wen Renjue, who was sitting next to him, didn't respond. Even Pan Zhiyi, who was standing in front of the big table, behaved very coldly.

The beep sounded like a reminder, and every time it sounded, Zhan He seemed to be able to hear the heart beating louder in his chest to cover it up.

Shaking his fingers, Zhan He immediately made another call without wiping the sweat off his face.

At the same time, he was watching from the corner of his eyes, fearing that Wen Renjue or Pan Zhiyi would step forward and snatch the phone.

As expected, there was another "beep" sound from the microphone, and it was the same as before. After half a day, no one picked it up.

Wiping his eyes casually with the back of his hand, Zhan He lowered his head and made a third call.

After such a short time, Wen Renjue put his left leg on his right leg, took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, looked at the smoke and sighed: "I'm afraid they won't be able to reach their posts today. gone."

Undeterred, even though he realized something, Zhan He still stubbornly called his confidant's home and office one by one.

Without exception, all the voices from the microphones were "beeps" that no one answered.

After tossing like this for 3 minutes, all the strength in my body was drained. After making the last call, the microphone slipped from Zhan He's hand and fell onto the table.

Shaking, he fell back into the chair.

His eyes were out of focus, all thoughts were lost, his lips squirmed, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

Lowering his eyes to look at the person, Wen Renjue reached out and put the receiver back on the phone.

Throw away the cigarette butt, take out a cigarette and light it again, and don't smoke, just hold it between your fingertips to see the smoke.

"Jingle Bell"

For about 5 minutes, a crisp bell sounded suddenly in the deathly silent room.

The haggard Zhan He's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to grab the phone on the table desperately. Unfortunately, Wen Ren Jue was one step ahead of him, with a cigarette in his left hand, and his right hand took the phone from the table and put it on his lap. Seeing that Zhan He was going crazy, he opened his mouth and wanted to rush forward to snatch it, so he simply pressed the button and turned on the loudspeaker.

"King." A masculine voice came from the other side of the microphone.

The voice was very strange. Zhan He froze, but he still refused to sit down again. Like a drowning person, he stared at the phone with paranoid and pleading eyes.

Seeing that Ren was no longer excited to snatch it, Wen Renjue put the phone back on the table.

He flicked the cigarette ash, and at the same time said "hmm".

Heihu's steady voice continued, "My lord, the three war departments in the [-]th district have all reached outside the city of the [-]th king, and now the second and third war departments are blocked in Beining and Kecheng."

The list given by Pan Zhiyi was only for those in the royal city.

In the surrounding towns, he replaced everything he could, but there was still a group of people who belonged to Zhan He's subordinates, or had a more neutral stand. These people might not resist Zhanpei soldiers, but they could see the soldiers in the outer area, It will still be blocked.

Apparently, it was Wenrenjue's order to let the three war departments of District [-] come out in full force. When he received a call from Heihu in Zhanhe's room and heard the report, he didn't even raise his eyebrows.

Shumei rolled his eyes, turned his head and said gently to Zhan He: "Call your subordinates in Beining and Kecheng, and ask them to release the soldiers and horses, and come to Wangcheng at the same time."

"You do... ah!" The cursing was terminated by a scream.

The gentleness on Wen Renjue's face remained the same, but his pupils were extremely cold. He stretched out his long arms, grabbed the back of the man's neck with five fingers and smashed it to the table, and pressed the lit cigarette butt in his right hand directly into the back of the man's hand.

His face was pressed down on the table, Zhan He screamed and struggled, the cigarette butt was buried deep in his flesh before it was extinguished, when his head was slammed onto the table, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, in a daze, he heard Wenren's formula That cold voice.

"I don't want to do it, but you have to be obedient."