Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1923 - 451: Night Raid on the Imperial Palace

Chen Jie said, "Hmm, big brother never makes mistakes in judging people, I trust big brother."

Liu Futong, upon hearing this, looked somewhat embarrassed and said, "You’re not joking with me, are you? If I were good at judging people, I wouldn’t have been tricked by Du Zundao. If it weren’t for your help at Bright Peak, I might have died at Du Zundao’s hands."

"Ah, big brother, I didn’t mean it that way, please don’t misunderstand."

Chen Jie hurriedly explained upon hearing Liu Futong’s words; he didn’t want Liu Futong to misunderstand. Unexpectedly, Liu Futong said, "Haha, I know what you mean, just teasing you."

Chen Jie pretended to wipe nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Big brother, you almost scared me to death. I thought you were upset with me!"

Liu Futong laughed and said, "We’re brothers. Who else would I have a problem with if not you? Don’t overthink it. We still have important matters to attend to!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie looked at Liu Futong and smiled, and then Liu Futong said, "Tang Shengzong, Hua Yunlong, you two lead our three thousand troops and follow us to storm the palace."

"Yes."

With a command given, Tang Shengzong and Hua Yunlong immediately clasped their fists in response. Liu Futong then turned to Chen Jie and said, "Jiu Si, would you dare follow your big brother to the Daqian Palace?"

Chen Jie replied, "I wouldn’t dare disobey orders."

The two exchanged a smile, and then they went straight out the door and began heading towards the direction of the palace.

At this time, in the alleys of nearby residences, people saw them and immediately formed into small groups, gathering from different courtyards, slowly increasing in number, quickly forming a thousand-man troop, and they continued to gather.

Very soon, the group arrived at the streets near the palace. At this time, the moonlight was completely covered, and not a single soul was on the road. The Daqian enforced a curfew; once darkness fell, not even the Great Capital allowed people to walk the streets. Those caught were dragged to the government and beaten with a stick at the lightest, which was the law of the Daqian.

This condition greatly aided Chen Jie’s operation, and under Liu Futong’s strict orders, everyone’s footsteps were very light.

Quickly, the group slowly gathered near Vermilion Bird Street.

They hid in the darkness, looking at the distant palace with unprecedented excitement in their eyes. After all, this was an assault on the palace, a feat that would be remembered in the annals of history, whether they succeeded or not, even Chen Jie was somewhat excited.

But they were still waiting, waiting for the Thick Earth Flag people to enter the palace through the tunnel and open the Imperial City Gate before they could charge.

So the group hid in the night, like ghosts of the night!

Everyone held their breath, and at this time, the clouds in the sky fully covered the moon, plunging the world into darkness.

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop dawdling."

"Boss, I’ve got a bad stomach. I need to take a dump."

"Hold on, once we get past these two streets, you can go."

"Oh, boss, I can’t take it, this stomach ache is killing me. Wait for me, I’ll head over to that alley and take care of it..."

With that, the person rushed into the nearby alley, ready to squat.

"Hurry up."

The patrol leader, seeing this, unhappily shouted to hurry up, then looked around and said, "This damned weather, clear day but clouded moon."

While saying this, he muttered, dissatisfied.

After a little while, the patrol leader shouted, "Hey, are you done yet? What’s taking so long to take a dump?"

No response, it was silent as if no one was there.

"Hmm?"

The patrol leader was puzzled and shouted again, "Ding the Fifth, did you die? Answer me, are you done yet?"

Still silence.

The patrol leader, with a dark face, looked further into the alley, thinking that rascal wasn’t responding. Just then, he saw a stone on the ground, picked it up, and hurled it over.

Still silence.

What’s going on?

The patrol leader furrowed his brows, wondering if Ding the Fifth had died from a stomach issue.

With this thought, he picked up a lantern and walked into the alley; at the same time, the clouds in the sky completely shut out the moon, plunging the earth into darkness, and the alley was even darker.

The patrol leader’s brows slightly furrowed, he mustered his courage and peered into the alley.

He reached the mouth of the alley, looking inside, it was pitch black.

"Ding, Ding the Fifth."

The patrol leader called out shakily, but there was still no response.

Gulp~

The patrol leader took a deep breath, swallowed, reached for the knife at his waist, and walked in with the lantern.

He could vaguely see a person squatting in the corner.

"Ding, Ding the Fifth."

He walked step by step closer, then saw Ding the Fifth squatting in front of a pile of bamboo poles, motionless, getting closer, he saw Ding the Fifth was not unconscious but was trembling.

The patrol leader frowned tightly, just approached, suddenly saw Ding the Fifth raised his head, his eyes full of panic.

The patrol leader was startled, just about to speak when he suddenly saw a shining steel knife at Ding the Fifth’s throat.

The patrol leader immediately drew his own knife, eyes looking over, seeing that someone was clearly hiding behind the bamboo; at this moment, he slowly raised the lantern.

A knife, a strange face, just as he wanted to speak, suddenly saw two knives, two strange faces beside, three knives, four knives.

As he raised the lantern higher and higher, he saw more and more people.