Chapter 102: The Battle of Guandu (Part One)

“Understood, you may return to your room.”
Jiang Wen watched Yao Yu leave, then inquired, “How long has Yang Wu been gone?”
“Master, it has been over five days,” Tao’er replied softly.

In Xiaohe Village, Niu Mu wore a worried expression. In recent days, figures had been seen darting about the village, and Niu Mu immediately recognized one of them as Jiang Wen’s confidant.

Niu Mu rose, grimacing as he clutched the spot where he had been injured last time. Niu Yi came out carrying a bowl of medicine. “Father, why are you getting up? Please sit down.”
“No, where is Zhi Xiao?”
“I sent him out to handle some matters.”
Niu Mu’s face darkened as he roared, “You truly have no shame!”

In Fuchun County, Zhi Xiao, dressed in plain cloth, stood outside the county government office. Every day at dawn, the county magistrate practiced a peculiar set of martial movements in the courtyard before retiring to his study until noon.

At noon, all officials would gather in the courtyard to enjoy a fragrant meal, after which the magistrate remained in his study, rarely seen leaving.

Zhi Xiao could find no suitable opportunity to act.

Beside him, under the shade of a tree, a figure dressed in a straw hat and cloak rested quietly. If he were an ordinary person, Zhi Xiao would not care, but this figure appeared every day, arriving and leaving exactly with the magistrate.

Zhang Gui closed his eyes slightly; the man’s gaze indeed shifted toward him. Hearing that Jiang Wen held the position of Chief Inspector in Xiangyang, could this man be one sent to protect him?

Jiang Wen sat in the courtyard, biting into a pear—sweet, crisp, and juicy—casting a faint glance at the two men outside the door.

“Li Er.”
“At your service!”
“Have you seen the two men outside?”
Li Er nodded.
“Follow one, find another to follow the other, and bring one back tonight.”
“Yes.”

Zhi Xiao stood, returning to his usual inn with a slight change in expression, briefly glancing behind him.

The townsfolk went about their business as usual, with various shops selling goods along the street.

Nothing seemed amiss.

Feeling somewhat relieved, Zhi Xiao walked away toward a nearby alley.

Li Er held a piece of flatbread, took a bite, then tossed it to a beggar before hurrying after the others.

The alley was narrow. As Li Er rounded the corner, a soft call sounded—a sound he knew too well: the whistle of a sword thrust.

He turned sideways, grabbed a nearby basket, and hurled it forward.

Zhi Xiao emerged, his face cold as ice. “Who are you, and why are you following me?”

“And what business do you have, lurking around the county office every day without filing a report?” Li Er cracked his neck with sharp pops.

“Looks like even the county magistrate has noticed me. Good. I came for his life anyway—one down first.” Zhi Xiao drew his sword and advanced with a cold expression, aiming a deadly thrust at Li Er’s abdomen.

Night fell over the county office.

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