Supreme pardon

Chapter 171 The King's Faith

Seeing the members of the war department wearing the uniforms of the royal district appear, the two sides who were still arguing quieted down at once. In the most central position, the people on both sides were fighting fiercely, and they didn't notice it for a while.

The tall and well-equipped members of the war department obviously didn't take the two sides seriously. When they got to the center of the conflict, they attacked directly.

Qiuyang put one hand on the door handle, ready to get out of the car at any time.

After the crowd over there, screams continued for a while.

Then when the crowd parted again, several half-dead men who were held up by members of the war department appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Xia Jin!" Qiuyang's voice changed suddenly, distorted and trembling.Regardless of the order to stay in the car, he opened the door and jumped out.

"Brother Qiu?" Bai Tan stretched out his hand to grab him, but he couldn't. He had already jumped out of the car, and the door was still open.

He didn't see it clearly just now, but when he saw it again, his mouth opened, "This, this, this..." several times.

Because I don’t know Xia Jin well, the men who were supported by the members of the War Department all had their upper body hanging down, many of them were vomiting blood, some were unconscious, some were weakly struggling, all of them were covered in mud and blood, and their clothes were torn of.

Bai Tan didn't immediately recognize that the comatose man on the right was Xia Jin.

A boring man who led them all day and didn't say more than three sentences.

In just a short while, members of the War Department of the [-]th District came to the scene to separate the two sides in the melee, using brutal and vicious methods.

After looking at Bai Tan for a while, he found that among the men who were beaten to death, there was no one who deliberately provoked trouble.

It was all the drivers who took the lead in rebelling against the convoy.

Seeing how people were beaten like this, the rest of the convoy still wanted to rush forward, but the members of the war department who followed had all dispersed, holding submachine guns, with cold eyes, and pointed their guns at them, waiting to be buckled.

Facing the threat of death, how can anyone dare to move?

"What's going on? Why are they..." It's not really naive, Bai Tan just doesn't use his brain too much, but after thinking about it for a while, his face immediately turns ugly, "These members of the war department must have colluded with the Fang family, Brother Qiu ..."

In his eyes, the man who stumbled and ran away was fearless, and rushed directly to the two members of the war department who were holding Xia Jin.

Bai Tan was very nervous, and sized him up uneasily for a while, but he didn't pay attention to Qiuyang at all, and kicked him flying.

But even if the middle-aged man with the gray beard rolled a few steps on the ground, his first reaction after getting up was to rush up again.

"Wen Ren Jue?" Seeing that the middle-aged man was still suffering, Bai Tan couldn't sit still when he thought of how he had taken care of him for more than a day.

But he knew his fighting power, and he might not be much better than Qiuyang in rushing forward, so he turned his head to look at the person on the right in a panic.

As far as I know, Ren Jue's face is covered by a mask, and no emotion can be seen on the exposed lower half of his face.

The posture did not change, completely indifferent.

"Damn!" Cursed softly, seeing Qiuyang being hit in the head with a gun butt by a member of the war department, his face was covered with blood after squatting down, and after standing up, he staggered and squatted down again.

"Don't worry about it, let's fight!" Taking a deep breath, Bai Tan jumped out of the car.

The truck was relatively high, and he was not used to climbing, so he fell and crouched when he got down, grinning his teeth in pain, and rushed up after recovering.

Until there was no one else in the car, Wen Renjue shifted his eyes slightly.

"Could it be something moving?" Wei Duan said directly.

"Huh?" Through the car window, Wen Renjue saw Bai Tan stepping forward to support Qiu Yang who was about to rush forward.

"Xiangyang and the others should know that you are coming back. If there is a problem among them, there must be an arrangement along the way, so will this arrangement be here?" soon.

"No." Speaking calmly, Wen Renjue moved his cheek away from his palm and turned his neck.

"That's right, no matter how daring the possible traitor is, he won't wait until the gate of the king's district to attack, and it's impossible that all the ministers have rebelled." Thinking about it, Wei Duan finally felt relieved.

After turning his neck, Wen Renjue shook his hands again, exercising his muscles and bones.

After sitting in the car for a whole day, his back hurts. Although the truck has a large driving space, the seat cannot be put down, which makes him suffer for a long time.

Outside the car window, a member of the war department stepped in front of Qiuyang who was squatting in two steps, and with his hands down, he was about to pull his hair.

Bai Tan naturally refused to give way, and blocked it with his chest out, as if yelling presumptuously, then he was picked up by the man and thrown flying.

Pushing open the car door on his side and jumping off, Wen Ren Jue walked forward slowly step by step, Bai Tan was thrown in this direction, rolled a few times after landing, and stopped just in front of his toes.

Bai Tanjue felt brave for a while, even though he didn't dare to look at Xia Jin, who was half-dead from the beating, after getting off the car, he still mustered up the courage to stand in front of the perpetrator.

Then when he was picked up and suspended in the air, he even sighed about his weight. After regretting that he was not fat enough, the scenery in his eyes was reversed, and the horror of being thrown away made him scream out sharply.

After falling to the ground, he still rolled a few times due to inertia. After stopping, he felt very uncomfortable in his chest and abdomen. He didn't care about looking at others. He raised his hand and lowered his head. He "vomited" a few times.

After seeing the toes in front of his fingers, he froze for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

In the line of sight, the owner of the tiptoes is lowering his head, outside a bewitching silver mask, his thin eyes are facing him.

Bai Tan was shocked, but the other party was still indifferent.

It wasn't enough for the members of the war department to throw people away with one hand, so they caught up with them in a few strides.

When Bai Tan saw Wen Ren Jue came down, he lowered his voice and shouted aggrievedly: "It hurts!"

"Ha!" Wei Duan let out a short laugh in his mind.

Wen Renjue's expression was cold, he glanced away, and looked up at the members of the war department who came over.

The man ignored him at all, Bai Tan was full of grievances and turned into anger, and stared at him viciously, obviously at this time he regarded Wen Ren Jue as his own, but this man not only didn't give him a hand, he didn't even have a word of comfort .

When he was on fire, he saw no one else.

Stand up and shout at people.

Wen Ren Jue, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly stretched out his hand, and Bai Tan seemed to see a figure out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned around, he realized that the man in uniform who had just thrown him away was actually chasing him, with a thick arm stretched out towards him. It looks like he is here to catch himself.

It's just that the other hand was already grasped by that hand at this time, and it looked thin, but it made the thick arm unable to move an inch.

"Mr. Team Member, did you make a mistake?" He casually dropped his hand on the man's wrist, Wen Ren Jue said in a gentle tone.

"Let go!" He yelled, the man who was half a head taller than Wen Renjue, nearly two meters tall, stared at the man immediately after seeing someone stopping him, and saw that the man was thin and not strong , he exerted more force and pulled it out, thinking that he could get rid of the opponent, but who knew, the person stood still, holding his wrist, still making him unable to move.

In desperation, he had no choice but to yell at the other party.

"It's not good to argue outside the royal district, but do you want to hear what both sides have to say first?" Wen Renjue moved his head, and motioned to the beaten half-dead men and the sidelines to watch with arms crossed Thumbling, a servant of the Fang family with mocking eyes.

"It's your turn to teach me what I'm going to do?" Seeing that he couldn't break free, the man in the war department simply punched Wen Renjue in the face.

Bai Tan just turned around and realized that one hand was only ten centimeters away from his neck, judging by the way his fingers were clenched, he must be trying to lock his throat.

If this is pinched, it's almost impossible to die, right?

Shrinking his head in horror, he backed away in two steps, and when he saw clearly that the hand was being grasped and was still standing still, he looked at the person who was grasping the hand again.

It's a trick of hearing people.

Seeing the opportunity quickly, he ran two steps quickly, hid behind Wen Renjue, poked his head out and stared at the man in uniform.

Wen Renjue has no intention of starting an argument here, if possible, he would like to return to the royal residence quietly.

He has always been indifferent to the management of the war department and the transfer of the king's district. Most of the time, what he cares about is the result and the degree of control in the process of playing cards.

This kind of control and operation is related to the superstructure, that is, the gang of Lan An.

These low-level people are rarely seen in his vision. He clearly knows that his royal district is not a paradise, and he also knows the unspoken rules and constraints in the layers of relationship networks. He has never intended to interfere or change anything.

The crushing and trampling of the lower class by the superiors, the conspiracy and competition among the same class, those lives that are underestimated.

He destroys the rules but does not change the rules. If he wants to see the world, he must touch his original appearance.

He didn't get the royal power to change these injustices and transshipments. In many cases, all he wanted was a result.

It is known that Ren Jue never has what people want to obtain through this result. All he wants is a result. As for what this result represents, he doesn't care.

He has always cared about only those existences that can affect the outcome.

Shu Yi once said that he lacked the most necessary thing for a king.

Without that thing, no matter how great the "royal power" force is, it would be nothing more than a dream in the mirror, a castle in the air vulnerable to a single blow.

"You walk in the water, the water is very deep, you never know which step will be in the air, there are countless people behind you wading with you, they help you stand in the water, but you have no direction, if you go on, you will be abyss."

"Strong is not invincible, if you are an individual, but you are a king."

"What's the direction?" Wen Renjue suddenly remembered his former self, and asked casually.

Shuyi looked at him in the sunset outside the window, and said piously: "It's faith!"