Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents Chapter 341 - 88: Sometimes Living Is More Painful Than Deat

Marquis Rong’gong made two preparations.

The first was to give gifts—gifting Fu Zhengqing, gifting Yue Xiu, gifting the Eunuch Commander, whoever’s favor he could win was good enough.

But the result was—

Fu Zhengqing and Yue Xiu both returned the money.

The Eunuch Commander, Wei Hongfang, didn’t return the money, but he only took it, nothing more—there was no intention to lend a hand, not even any hint of wanting to protect him.

What’s more, his n brought back a ssage from the Eunuch Commander Wei Hongfang.

If Marquis Rong’gong was interested, the Eunuch Commander was still looking for a tea-serving godson.

If it was just about being a godson, maybe Marquis Rong’gong wouldn’t say no.

But according to the Eunuch Commander, he wanted Wei Hongfang to personally co into the Palace to serve as his godson.

This fucking—

Wasn’t that like asking him to beco a eunuch?

Even if his Dantian’s ruined, Marquis Rong’gong has no intention of losing his manhood entirely.

No choice.

With the first plan a bust, Marquis Rong’gong could only pin his hopes on the second plan.

Recruiting a bodyguard.

This ti, Marquis Rong’gong was ready to spend a fortune. If he couldn’t get a Grandmaster Martial Artist, at least an Innate should be possible, right?

Isn’t it just money?

As long as he could hire an Innate Martial Artist, it would be worth however much it cost.

"According to the Marquis’s instructions, there’s an Innate mid-stage Martial Artist who’s willing to accept your terms, my lord!"

"Innate mid-stage!"

Hearing that level, Marquis Rong’gong’s expression imdiately turned delighted.

Though, it still pained him sowhat.

Two hundred thousand taels of silver! But to hire an Innate Martial Artist at mid-stage as a bodyguard, that’s not bad at all, right?

At least his own safety would finally have so assurance.

"Uh!"

While Marquis Rong’gong was so thrilled by this news,

The servant reporting to him suddenly seed hesitant.

"What’s wrong, could sothing unexpected have happened?"

This scene made Marquis Rong’gong frown unconsciously.

"No! No!"

Seeing Marquis Rong’gong’s face darken, the servant quickly shook his head.

"That Martial Artist’s na is Zhu Han, and while it’s true he’s at Innate mid-stage, I hear his reputation on the jianghu... isn’t exactly pleasant!"

In plain terms—not a good guy, huh.

Because Marquis Rong’gong wanted to hire a capable Martial Artist in a short amount of ti, he hadn’t gone through the usual channels; he’d just looked directly to the jianghu.

That way, things would be faster.

But Martial Artists in the jianghu are a ragtag bunch—good and bad mixed together. No one can say what kind of person he might be.

"Hmm? Don’t tell Zhu Han once killed his own employer?"

"That he hasn’t!"

The servant shook his head.

Marquis Rong’gong’s previously tense face imdiately eased up quite a bit.

He never killed his employer, and his strength is truly mid-stage Innate Realm. Other than a few bad habits, that shouldn’t be a problem, right?

"But...,"

The servant still wanted to say sothing,

But Marquis Rong’gong was already impatient with him.

He waved his hand, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Enough, enough! No need to say anything else. I know what I’m doing—just bring him to !"

"Yes, my lord!"

Seeing their lord’s impatient face, even with more to say, all the servant could do was hold his tongue and behave.

He nodded silently.

And turned to carry out his orders.

Soon, a two-ter-tall burly man with the shoulders of a tiger, a shaven head, and a shaggy beard strode into Marquis Rong’gong’s courtyard.

"My lord!"

As soon as this man entered,

The room suddenly felt like one man standing guard could keep a thousand at bay.

Marquis Rong’gong’s eyes lit up instantly.

"So you’re Zhu Han?"

As expected, you get what you pay for. Compared to Zhu Han, those previous bodyguards were worth less than a fart.

"That’s !"

Zhu Han’s voice was booming, his answer loud and clear.

At that mont,

While Marquis Rong’gong was sizing up Zhu Han, Zhu Han was also inspecting Marquis Rong’gong.

Especially after his eyes lingered on a few spots, and only after a long mont did he shift his gaze, a knowing smile flickering at the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad! Not bad!"

But—

Marquis Rong’gong was far too pleased with himself at the mont,

And didn’t notice Zhu Han’s peculiar look at all. Instead, he nodded gleefully,

Looking entirely satisfied.

With a bodyguard like this by his side, surely there was nothing left to worry about.

"From today on, you will stay at my side—wherever I go, you follow."

"At your command, Marquis!"

Zhu Han answered briskly,

Not a trace of reluctance, not the slightest hint of refusal.

Or perhaps,

Deep down, this was exactly what Zhu Han had been hoping for.

But Marquis Rong’gong, his head drunk on delight, failed to sense anything wrong at all.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Seeing Zhu Han step to his side,

Standing like a picture-perfect loyal bodyguard, Marquis Rong’gong was even more pleased.

Just, about that figure...

From a distance, standing next to Zhu Han’s fra, Marquis Rong’gong honestly looked a little like a dainty little wife.

...

"How do you feel?"

While Marquis Rong’gong was basking in joy and growing more at ease,

Back at the Embroidered Uniform Guard headquarters—

Though Feng Feiyi was covered in cuts and bruises, the smile at the corners of his mouth simply couldn’t be wiped away.

Looking at Feng Feiyi in such a state, Ye Liuyun asked for an update.

Hearing the question, Feng Feiyi nodded seriously.

"Very good. Thank you, my lord. If not for your help, I might have never gotten my revenge!"

As he spoke,

Feng Feiyi knelt right in front of Ye Liuyun, expression solemn.

"I, Feng Feiyi, swear—henceforth, I will do as my lord commands. If I break this oath, may I be struck down by the heavens, dood for all eternity!"

In these tis, oaths were taken very seriously.

For Feng Feiyi to say this—

It was enough to show his genuine willingness to follow Ye Liuyun.

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