Chapter 22: People of the Jianghu?

Watching Xi Liu, who was collapsed on the ground and wailing incessantly, Zhu Gaoxu first wiped his right hand on his clothes, then rubbed his nose in some embarrassment.

He truly had not expected that a casual strike of his would actually hit Xi Liu in the crotch.

The key was that he possessed Overlord Strength; this punch was likely no less than a hundred catties, directly shattering...

In fact, thinking about it carefully, this was normal; Zhu Gaoxu was only four years old, his build was not tall, and he was merely the height of a toddler.

A punch thrown straight ahead just happened to strike Xi Liu's lower three regions.

Everything considered, it could only be counted as Xi Liu's bad luck.

Seeing that Xi Liu no longer had the ability to counterattack, Zhu Gaoxu turned his gaze toward the remaining two.

The two had long since noticed the situation here.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu look toward them, then looking at Xi Liu lying on the ground, the two immediately lost any intention of continuing.

Exchanging a glance, the two decisively turned to flee.

But they had forgotten there was still a dangerous existence beside them.

As if sensing that the two did not take him seriously, the white-browed tiger extended its front claws and swiped fiercely at one of them.

Only then did that man react; just as he wanted to draw his blade to resist, it was already too late.

The massive tiger claw struck the man directly in the chest, and half his body was instantly dyed red with blood.

Subsequently, the white-browed tiger opened its bloody maw and bit into the man's neck.

Meanwhile, the other person took advantage of this time to run away.

"Roar~"

Seeing that no one was continuing to disturb him, the white-browed tiger's gaze turned back to Zhu Gaoxu and it let out a beastly roar.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at the white-browed tiger looking at him, just about to make a move.

He heard the "whoosh-whoosh" sound of air being pierced coming from the sky.

Then, three crossbow bolts shot straight into the tiger's head.

Directly killing the white-browed tiger.

Mao Xiang had arrived!

In truth, this all takes a long time to tell, but from the moment Zhu Gaoxu was attacked until it ended, it was only a short five minutes.

Mao Xiang had actually been trying hard to find Zhu Gaoxu.

Looking at the scene in the clearing, Mao Xiang's heart sank.

The two extra people were clearly a development he had not expected.

Covering the distance in a few strides to reach Zhu Gaoxu, he saw that Zhu Gaoxu was unharmed, felt a sense of relief in his heart, and immediately knelt on one knee.

"For letting the Prince face danger, this subject deserves to die ten thousand times."

"Mao Xiang, you have merit in saving the sovereign; when we return to the palace, I will naturally report this to Grandfather Emperor. It is best if you do not wag your tongue about this matter."

"Also, see if there are any survivors; I want to know who sent assassins to kill me."

Ignoring the kneeling Mao Xiang, Zhu Gaoxu walked straight past him, then mounted Mao Xiang's horse and headed back toward the direction of the camp.

It was very clear that Zhu Gaoxu was buying people's hearts.

Whether it would have an effect, he did not know, but it was certain that Mao Xiang would be the first to report what happened today to Zhu Yuanzhang.

And he would report it without the slightest discrepancy.

But Zhu Gaoxu was not afraid that his Grandfather Emperor would punish Mao Xiang.

His little scheme certainly could not deceive Zhu Yuanzhang; he believed the other party would grant him a favor.

After all, Zhu Yuanzhang's recent rewards could be said to be very generous.

But one does not accept a reward without merit; Zhu Gaoxu still did not know the reason for this to this day.

This was also a small test...

Watching Zhu Gaoxu's departing back, a sharp glint flashed in Mao Xiang's eyes.

Someone wanted to assassinate the Imperial Grandson; this could be called daring to defy the heavens!

He stood up and silently walked toward Xi Liu, looked at the motionless Xi Liu, and bent down to feel the other's pulse.

Dead...

Looking at the two corpses dead on the ground, Mao Xiang gave a cold smile.

After all, for him, corpses were also of no small use.

Zhu Gaoxu encountered the main force searching for him on the road and returned to the camp surrounded by a crowd.

When he returned to the camp, the sky had already turned dark, and dinner had long been prepared.

Although they were camping in the wild, it had to be said that the cooks from the Wangfu and the Duke of Wei were truly excellent; a large table of dishes was already prepared.

Looking at the table of delicious dishes, Zhu Gaoxu did not immediately pick up his chopsticks.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the image of Xi Liu.

"Does this world really have Martial Arts?"

A few leaps and he had crossed a distance of over ten meters to reach his front.

In Zhu Gaoxu's mind, only the term "Martial Arts" could explain this.

"It really is getting more and more interesting."

Who didn't have a martial arts dream when they were young?

Zhu Gaoxu was naturally no exception; since transmigrating until now, he had been well protected due to his status.

He had never truly understood this world.

This hunt could be said to have opened a brand new door for him.

Just as he was thinking, Zhu Gaoxu felt someone approaching his side.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Mao Xiang had already arrived at his side.

Looking behind him, there were two more people holding up a complete tiger skin.

His gaze did not linger on the tiger skin; Zhu Gaoxu looked at Mao Xiang and asked, "Are they all dead?"

"They are all dead."

He nodded; he knew the strength of his own kick, so it was actually normal that they were dead.

"Sit down and have a bite to eat."

Facing Zhu Gaoxu's invitation, Mao Xiang did not speak, silently sitting down opposite him.

First having a servant add a set of bowls and chopsticks, he then looked at Mao Xiang sitting before his eyes, and Zhu Gaoxu picked up a slice of pork and placed it in the other's bowl, then asked nonchalantly, "Do you know Martial Arts?"

"I do not; this ability of mine was all learned in the army."

Mao Xiang sat opposite Zhu Gaoxu, not being polite at all, replying while he ate.

"Oh, then do you say there are people who know Martial Arts?"