He pushed the restaurant manager down and with the knife in his hand, he saw a familiar figure passing by from the corner of his eye.

"Eunuch Cui..."

When he saw this person, he had sobered up a little and felt happy. He was a noble person. He had seen him from afar and was not qualified to come forward and flatter him.

It looked like he was being hunted.

Isn’t it a blessing from heaven?

Green smoke is rising from the ancestral graves, it’s time to grow hair on your own.

"Stop the rebel, stop him, and you will be rewarded later."

Cui Yuming didn't even look back. He ran until his heart was broken. Zhengyang Gate was already in sight, and his weak body was gaining new strength.

He roared and walked towards the Nourishing Heart Hall without looking back.

The patrol captain drew his knife in front of him and shouted: "Rebels must leave..."

"puff!"

The head flew up, the sword flashed, and the figure passed by.

The remaining seven or eight patrolmen around him screamed like pigs, their trembling hands almost failed to hold the iron ruler and long knife in their hands, cold sweat broke out on their heads, and they were so frightened by the wine that they woke up.

"Rebel? What is a rebel? These days, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The evil does not prevail over the good... A defeated person is a thief, and a defeated person is evil. I have a knife in my hand, who dares to call me a rebel?"

He stepped into Zhengyang Gate, surrounded by soldiers and patrolmen who dared not move.

Without breaking the backbone and courage of these people, how can those high and mighty people know how to respect them?

"This time, you asked for it."
Chapter completed!