American Comics: BOSS Invasion

At night, inside the South Bureau of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, a large number of guards gathered in the bamboo forest. The area was a dense mass of black heads, yet there wasn't a single sound. Besides the crackling torches, only the whistling wind could be heard.

At the very front were five adults wearing the official robes of a Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, followed by a neat row of Centurions. Behind them, the lower the rank, the more numerous they were. The huge courtyard was filled with two to three thousand people.

On a platform directly facing everyone, Qi Shan sat comfortably in a large chair, facing the crowd.

A Commander next to him quietly requested instructions. As Qi Shan slightly raised his hand, the Commander dared to straighten up, took two steps forward, and announced loudly, "Tonight's operation: you are only allowed to act, not to ask; only allowed to see, not to remember. By the time dawn breaks tomorrow, everyone must completely forget what they did tonight. If anyone dares to mention it or record it in any way, then don't blame our Embroidered Uniform Guard for using some methods on our own brothers!"

Silence reigned below, not a single sound was made.

The Commander nodded slightly: "Good, this is the spirit of our unyielding Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Emperor's personal army.

Show me the spirit of the Embroidered Uniform Guard! As Embroidered Uniform Guards, you must be tyrannical and imposing, otherwise, how can you deter the officials, deter the world, and protect the Emperor?

Fellow colleagues, are you willing to die for His Majesty?"

The Embroidered Uniform Guards shouted in unison: "We are willing to die for His Majesty! We are willing to die for His Majesty!"

The Commander bowed deeply to Qi Shan, who slowly stood up.

His eyes were calm and unwavering as he softly uttered two words: "Depart!"

"Yes!"

The echo was uniform and ceased instantly. The Embroidered Uniform Guards flowed out of the gate like a tide, their footsteps dense and subtle, yet with a peculiar rhythm.

Like fierce tigers just released from their cages, ready to devour people.

Qi Shan looked up at the moon, which was already slightly westward. It was still early, and there should be enough time!

A large number of Embroidered Uniform Guards rushed out of the South Bureau, instantly transforming into thousands of small teams, rushing towards various directions in the city like a tide.

Unlike usual, the North Bureau was usually more active, while the South Bureau was like an old man. Yesterday, those who came to work were just loafers killing time, with no sincerity in doing anything.

But now the situation was reversed. The South Bureau dispatched a large number of troops at night, with no attempt to conceal their actions, almost openly telling everyone that this was the true posture of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

The North Bureau, however, kept its gates tightly closed, without even a sound.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards flowed like river water into streams, meticulously and smoothly reaching their destinations.

Outside one vermilion gate after another, the Embroidered Uniform Guards kicked open the doors without hesitation, and the teams surged in like a tide. Immediately afterward, a chaotic sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping could be heard from inside, and finally, several people could be seen carrying one or more disheveled men out.

In these years, the Embroidered Uniform Guard's reputation was not prominent, overwhelmed by the Eastern Depot led by Wei Zhongxian, so some civil and military officials with slightly higher ranks dared not to take the Embroidered Uniform Guard seriously. If it were during the Hongwu era, even a first-rank official would have softened his legs upon seeing the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

How could it be like now, where the dignified Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard had to call an old eunuch "godfather"? It was simply the greatest taboo.

But tonight's actions subverted the image of the Embroidered Uniform Guard in everyone's minds. They suddenly remembered that this crouching beast, usually pretending to be a docile puppy, was once a fierce wolf that specialized in eating people.

He didn't expect to suddenly discover such unexpected gains from the Love Lock skill.

After his strength greatly increased, Qi Shan suddenly felt that he could use some quick and decisive methods.

It was precisely because of this that tonight's actions took place.

Under Qi Shan's influence, the Embroidered Uniform Guards' combat power broke through 200%. Tonight's ferocity had already exceeded the usual limits.

Regardless of which faction you belong to, whether you are a eunuch party or a Donglin party? Regardless of your official rank, as long as you are on the arrest list, the Embroidered Uniform Guards will rush into the gate without hesitation, rudely grabbing the target out.

If anyone dared to resist, they would be killed without mercy.

Screams and the clash of weapons could be heard from time to time in the capital. The hazy night was even dyed pink by the heavy bloody smell, making the moonlight appear even more enchanting.

The Prince Xin sat quietly in the Buddhist hall, clutching a string of white jade prayer beads in his hand. The tassels and chains already had obvious signs of wear, obviously, he had been playing with this string of prayer beads for some time.

The Buddhist hall was located in the central garden of the entire Prince Xin's mansion, surrounded by short trees and flowers, with no place to hide.

A hundred meters away, there were guards of the mansion faintly visible.

This was the safest place in the entire mansion, and it was also where Prince Xin would definitely stay after dinner every day.

If it were usual, he would read a book, or look at some memorials with worry.

But today, Prince Xin couldn't calm down no matter what.

The bonfire leaped in front of him, the firelight shot out in all directions, stretching the shadows of the bamboo tubes very long.

Since the last plan was implemented, Prince Xin had not slept a peaceful night, waking up inexplicably every night, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The faces of Mr. Bei Zhai, Ding Baiying, and Lu Wenzhao would flash in his mind from time to time.

But the one that appeared the most was the figure of his imperial brother.

His heart was extremely complicated, even bewildered at times, but when he thought of Wei Zhongxian's powerful and influential posture, and the Ming Dynasty in crisis, a sense of mission would surge in his heart.

He had to do this!