A specially made, crimson signal rocket for yamen use!
Once fired, its piercing whistle and conspicuous flare would be enough to draw a large number of constables within moments, perhaps even alerting the soldiers stationed nearby!
White Stripe in the Waves Zhang Shun narrowed his eyes, studying the faint terror on Ji Kun's face as though sizing up prey.
"Signal flare? Heh, you've got a few clever tricks, brat. But don't think that means you can keep me in check."
His wrist shifted forward by the slightest fraction, the blade nearly brushing Ji Kun's skin.
"I'll give you one chance to speak. If what you say doesn't satisfy me... even if it means exposing my whereabouts, I can kill you first and figure out how to fly far away afterward! Speak!"
Feeling the stench of death radiating from the blade, Ji Kun's breath caught. He forced himself to calm down, gathered his words, and cautiously said, "Sir... are you the Jiangyang Dao water-route hero known as White Stripe in the Waves, Senior Zhang Shun?"
"Senior?" As if he had heard a joke, Zhang Shun gave a derisive snort, and the vicious gleam in his eyes deepened. "Everyone else calls me a river bandit, a pirate, yet you call me Senior? What, trying to curry favor? Cowardly little worm!"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Ji Kun's face, but he did not dare argue. He hurriedly got to the point.
"Senior Zhang, I did not come here on official business, nor do I intend to make trouble for you.
"I came because... I have a request. I wish to ask you to kill someone!"
"Kill someone?" Zhang Shun raised a brow as though he had heard something interesting, then burst into loud laughter.
The laughter tugged at the wound in his