Section 160

It doesn't fit in with the painting style of other assassins, and it's not proportional to his body.

Xu Zengshou and Zhu Yong tried to stop him, but they were knocked out after two rounds!

When he found that Zhu Di was still sitting on the dragon throne, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face.

He raised the golden hammer and shouted: "Rebel! Today is the day you surrender!"

Before he finished speaking, his left eye emitted a bluffing red light, and his left arm stretched out, which was particularly rough, and the shape of the scarlet blood vessels could be seen!

Zhu Zhankan swept his eyes and activated the eye-clearing technique.

Sure enough, there was something strange!

The assassin's eyes had clearly been replaced with non-human eyes!

Could it be that the painting style of the Ming Dynasty was connected to the Fire Ninja World?

The eyes became plug-ins that can be used at any time?

The bones of the left arm are also strange.

It doesn't look like an arm bone, but more like a thigh bone.

Could it be that someone has awakened the "Supreme Bone" and then it was transplanted to this person's hand?

The left eye is invincible, and multiple bones mean multiple paths?

As his thoughts turned, the Salt Sword appeared in front of Zhu Zhankan.

Facing the assassin holding the Golden Gourd Hammer, Zhu Zhankan was fearless and rushed forward with a sword.

The assassin couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth when he saw an unknown junior obstructing him.

Laughing at the other party's arrogance!

Looking at this bright yellow dragon robe, I'm afraid it's not a prince or grandson of the emperor!

So arrogant, take my violent hammer!

"Death to the traitor!"

The Golden Hammer and the Salt Sword touched!

Swish!

The assassin's eyes widened, and the horrifying scene in front of him made his hands and feet numb!

The Salt Sword cut the Golden Gourd Hammer directly like cutting tofu!

This scene made the assassins who were paying attention to this place stunned!

Golden Gourd Hammer!

The best Golden Gourd Hammer in the Ming Dynasty Treasury!

According to convention, this hammer can be awarded to meritorious officials as a symbol of honor.

It was made by the best craftsmen in the royal family.

It concerns the lives of the craftsmen!

There will be no problem with the quality!

Zhu Zhankan glanced at the assassin, and his eyes showed a strange look.

"You don't know me? Haven't practiced? That's right, if you practice, you will see me like an ant seeing the blue sky, and you will not have the slightest resistance!"

He threw the hilt of the sword at the assassin.

A flash of fire, and the assassin fell asleep!

Zhu Zhankan put away the sword and looked at the assassin on the side of the King of Han.

The King of Han was tearing happily.

Zhu Gaochi behind him said: "Second brother, leave a few alive."

Zhu Di, who was sitting firmly, had long stopped looking at the assassin, but stared at several courtiers in the hall.

There was a strong suspicion in his eyes.

Among these people, one person betrayed me?

That night, the gate of the palace was locked.

Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi interrogated the assassin overnight.

The court officials were anxious!

...

It was dawn.

The Crown Prince's Mansion.

After a night of hard work, Fatty Zhu entered the house exhausted.

He picked up the white-haired scholar and teased him for a while, then searched the mansion for a long time with a worried look on his face.

Finally, he walked towards the door of the practice room.

When he walked over, Zhu Zhankan was practicing with his mother, eldest brother, and the fifth brother.

"Hey, I have been interrogating prisoners in the imperial prison all night without even closing my eyes, but you mothers are practicing."

Crown Princess Zhang rolled her eyes, took off Zhu Pangpang's dusty court clothes, and took away the fifth brother Zhu Zhanji with her other hand.

"Master, it would be better to rest early if you are so tired. Why are you in the practice room? Don't you have something to do with Zhankan?"

Hearing what their mother said, Zhu Zhankan and Zhu Zhanji opened their eyes and looked at Zhu Pangpang with a worried look on his face.

Zhu Zhanji's face was heavy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Zhu Zhankan laughed out loud.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Zhankan, do you have enough medicinal materials for cultivation?"

"It's too light, too light, Dad, just say it directly."

Zhu Zhanji also interrupted: "Looking at Dad's face, I'm afraid the interrogation is not going well?"

Zhu Zhankan shook his head and teased: "I'm afraid the interrogation is too smooth."

Zhu Pangpang smiled bitterly: "It's really too smooth."

In terms of interrogation, normally speaking, it is almost impossible to get results in one night.

Assassins sent into the palace to carry out assassinations.

Either they are dead men kept by wealthy families.

Or they are stupid assassins who know nothing.

Last night's assassin even made a golden hammer.

Obviously not a good person.

The reason why the interrogation went smoothly is naturally that the old generation of interrogation methods are outdated!

Now on stage is Zhu Pangpang's new interrogation method.

A deception spell combined with a truth pill.

He can tell every word of the incident when he peeped at the aunt next door at the age of three!

Zhu Zhanji saw that Zhu Pangpang's face was not right, and stroked his chin with his left hand: "Is it because the status of the court official involved is too high?"

Zhu Pangpang nodded heavily: "The status is indeed high enough. If he can send the assassin into the palace, how can his status not be high?"

Zhu Zhankan spread his hands: "Dad, it's already this time, why are you still keeping it a secret?"

"This matter..."

Zhu Gaochi scratched his head in distress: "In the end, the assassin will be blamed on me and the second son."

Zhu Zhankan and Zhu Zhanji looked at each other, and gossipy colors emerged.

"Ah?!"

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"I can't tell."

Zhu Zhanji reacted.

He took a step forward and patted Zhu Pangpang's big belly.

"Dad, why don't you do something big without saying anything?"

Zhu Pangpang flicked his robe and said, "If you have nothing to do, go play cricket fighting instead of being idle."

"What's going on? These assassins are too weak. They don't seem like the methods of my second uncle."

Zhu Zhanji always had the deepest fear for his good second uncle, the King of Han.