[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-imperial-enforcer-with-an-eight-hour-workday":3,"chapter-the-imperial-enforcer-with-an-eight-hour-workday-the-imperial-hounds-of-the-eight-hour-workday-chapter-598":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Imperial Hound on an Eight-Hour Shift",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},2225656,4113,"Chapter 598: Yongle Edict","the-imperial-hounds-of-the-eight-hour-workday-chapter-598",598,"\u003Cp>Yoshida Takeshi’s eyes suddenly turned red; he bent down to pick up the forging hammer and swung it wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhhh—get out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already seen blood today, and had been dragged around by those three strange people for a long time. Between the urgency and fear, he was already on the verge of a breakdown and madness. Now, startled by the \"Yakuza,\" he truly went mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a craftsman who swung a hammer all day, having trained a body full of sinewy muscles. Now, swinging wildly like a madman, the hammer whistled, and the blood on it flew everywhere; it was truly quite frightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the \"Yakuza\" were not afraid, they did not want to be hit by a hammer, so they hurriedly backed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yoshida Takeshi’s eyes flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was faking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that the path to the door had been cleared, he lunged toward the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah! Bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yakuza blocking the front discovered his intention and stepped forward to block him, but were forced back by the hammer he was swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that he was about to reach the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hint of joy appeared on Yoshida Takeshi’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he rushed out... as long as he rushed out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step and rushed to the doorway, swinging the hammer blindly while lifting his foot to step outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where do you want to go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, it went dark in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extremely tall figure stood before him, blocking the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yoshida Takeshi had no spare time to see who the other party was; if he couldn’t escape, he would surely be killed by the Yakuza behind him. Lowering his head, he swung the hammer at the person blocking his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get out of the way!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold sneer came from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a *pat* sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hammerhead he had swung was actually gripped in the palm of a large hand. The speed and power he had exerted with all his might were stopped in mid-air without any transition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yoshida Takeshi felt pain in his wrist and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking him was a shirtless giant. On the five fingers gripping the hammerhead were tattoos of five snake heads, climbing up the back of his hand and converging into the hands of a ferocious evil ghost tattoo on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant grinned ferociously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed hard, shoving Yoshida Takeshi back into the room, then stepped inside and slammed the door shut with a *bang*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wakagashira!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wakagashira.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yakuza inside shouted hurriedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant walked in, first glancing at the corpse on the ground, and spat on it with disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A spineless guy, actually killed by a craftsman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at the trembling Yoshida Takeshi on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He... did you kill him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Yoshida Takeshi could answer, he waved his hand impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You killed him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How are you going to make amends, you bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first half of the sentence was calm, but the second half suddenly turned into a roaring shout with a trill, deafening and making Yoshida Takeshi’s ears buzz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yoshida Takeshi was in complete despair, tears and snot streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant smiled with satisfaction at his terrified appearance; he had no interest in scaring this craftsman who had already been scared out of his wits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care much about the dead man on the ground either... but the Yakuza was an organization rooted in Kyoto, and an organization had to follow some rules. Originally, he just wanted to come and grab some wealth, but with this corpse, he could legitimately kill Yoshida Takeshi and grab the gold and silver in the shop as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant grinned and reached out toward Yoshida Takeshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had become \"Wakagashira\" among the Yakuza by relying on his extraordinary physique and strength... he hadn’t killed anyone with his own hands for a long time. This was bad; it would make his subordinates gradually lose their awe of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By crushing a skull with his own hands in front of other Yakuza, at least for several years, the Yakuza present would no longer doubt his orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, taking the gold and silver in the shop and offering some to the big bosses in the organization, he could go to the flower district and have a good—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah—so noisy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a lazy voice came from the side, temporarily interrupting his actions and attracting the attention of everyone in the room, including the weeping Yoshida Takeshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a corner of the room, the man in profound black was leaning against a table, picking his ear with his right pinky finger. \u003C\u002Fp>",784,"2026-06-17T21:54:32.236Z","2026-06-18T03:13:38.468Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","f14768641f9208f27ca7cee72868a80e8007840c567eb61d884668208539e3e6","the-imperial-hounds-of-the-eight-hour-workday-chapter-599","the-imperial-hounds-of-the-eight-hour-workday-chapter-597",647,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-imperial-hound-on-an-eight-hour-shift-cover.jpg"]