These Elite Guards were accustomed to throwing their weight around. As Marquis Wu's personal troops, no one dared stand in their way, and they seized the city gate by force.
Only then did Zhang Yuanhong storm out with his officers, shouting, "Are you trying to rebel? How dare you seize the gate?"
Ke Dacheng rode forward and said coldly, "You're the one trying to rebel. By Marquis Wu's order, I'm here to arrest a traitor! Men, seize Zhang Yuanhong!"
Shock and fury swept through Zhang Yuanhong. They had only just discussed rebellion. Did Marquis Wu have eyes that could see a thousand miles and ears that could hear the wind? Had he found out so quickly? For a moment, Zhang Yuanhong wavered, unsure whether to resist.
Just then, a scholar stepped forward and shouted, "What are you doing? My general has Marquis Wu's deepest trust. Why would he be arrested in the middle of the night? You must be impostors, spies pretending to—"
As he spoke, a yellow talisman slid between his fingers, ready to be lit.
Ke Dacheng's expression did not change. With a wave of his hand, he sent several sharp arrows whistling through the air. The scholar tried to dodge, but it was too late. Arrows pierced his chest, and disbelief filled his eyes. "You..."
"Kill anyone who resists," Ke Dacheng said coldly. His Elite Guards drew their weapons and advanced step by step.
Faced with those towering Elite Guards, every inch of them sheathed in steel, Zhang Yuanhong and the others glared until their eyes seemed ready to split. They wanted to fight back, but the sight held them in check.
The soldiers around them were already showing fear. They were Marquis Wu's troops, after all, not the Zhang family's private army.
Hearing Marquis Wu's order