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Chapter 21: The Sharp Knife

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Here was Slave Qi\'s plan:

"That man", or Han Shiqi, knew Kung Fu well. When he first "patronized" the brothers, they had learned through their resistance that Han Shiqi could not be defeated even by the combined effort of eight slave boys. Therefore, they had resolved to kill him by assassination.

The thought of assassinating Han Shiqi came naturally to Slave Qi, given that they were in Golden Roc Fort. The key was the method. After all, the one they were going to assassinate was an experienced killer.

As it was impossible to kill him bare-handed, they had to equip themselves with a sharp weapon. Slave Xie solved this problem by stealing a rarely used knife meant for meat cutting while he was fetching food from the kitchen. It was about four inches long, rather small but razor-sharp.

Next, they needed someone to divert Han Shiqi\'s attention. Since the brothers were chosen again, they had to make yet another sacrifice.

"I want to see him die with my own eyes," Slave Xie cursed. He seldom spoke, but now he was acting like an angry lion, grinding his teeth.

The last and most critical thing was that someone had to deliver the final stab. That was the most important reason why the brothers sought Slave Huan\'s help.

"You\'re the best in Kung Fu. You can kill him silently."

Gu Shenwei blushed after hearing this praise from Slave Qi.

When he was the young Master of the Gu family, though he did not project a semblance of superiority, he secretly believed that he could defeat most people in martial arts circles. His recent experiences these days had been ruthless in revealing the truth—even the manor servants who had failed to beat him were actually just pretending. He could not even take down a common bandit.

But Gu Shenwei was still willing to take on this task, for Han Shiqi was not only the villain whom he coveted but also the hidden traitor who had caused the extermination of his entire family. It had been a month since that incident, and as a mean slave, he was eager to put a sharp knife into his enemy\'s body and comfort the restless and vengeful beast inside his mind.

"What would they do after the killing?"

They did not mention that. When Gu Shenwei thought about it afterward, he found the whole matter inconceivable. They were so anxious to kill Han Shiqi that they had no time to think about the result.

Gu Shenwei had just seen a man die in front of him the previous day, and he felt that his heart was still hardened. He immediately agreed and took possession of the sharp knife, which was smaller than a dagger, from Slave Xie.

The last time Han Shiqi had "patronized" the brothers, it was in Slave Ji\'s room, where he might do the same thing this time. Since this room was the most comfortable one in Firewood Yard, Slave Ji would be judicious to sleep in another room.

Gu Shenwei needed to sneak into the room in advance, which could be easy or difficult, depending on when Slave Ji would call roll and when he left the room. If Gu Shenwei could not find an opportunity, he would have to give up, leaving the brothers to suffer the humiliation.

Gu Shenwei used to clean Slave Ji\'s room, so he knew its layout well. It was a raised bed instead of a brick bed there, which was good, for he could hide under the bed and wait for the moment that Han Shiqi reposed himself, and then he would stab him from beneath the bed.

The sharp knife was so short that they decided to wear down the wooden handle down to reveal the three-inch-long tongue of the knife. Then they bounded two slats to the tip of the tongue, which made the whole knife about six inches long, sufficient to strike clean through the plank of the bed before stabbing into the body lying on it.

The timing was significant. They made an arrangement in which Slave Qi and Slave Xie would lead their target to an appropriate position and voice the secret signal, which was "brother". Upon hearing that, Slave Huan lying under the bed would immediately stab upward.

There was another problem: the assassin lying under the bed could not be discovered in advance, so he had to be very, very quiet. Han Shiqi might sense his presence even by the slightest gasp. After all, he himself was a killer with sharp ears and keen senses.

If Gu Shenwei had not entered into the First Level of Yin Strength, he would not be capable of lying soundless and still. Now that he could control his Internal Breath, he could also control his breathing.

They had a rehearsal. Gu Shenwei lay down on the brick bed, trying hard to breathe silently and continuously. The brothers came close from the doorway while listening attentively, and then gave their judgment.

In the beginning, Gu Shenwei could not control his timing very well, but after a bit of practice, he could control his breathing for a longer time, and at last, he managed to keep it steady for a quarter of an hour.

A boy happened to come in during the rehearsal. He glanced at Slave Huan lying on the bed, and his face suddenly changed. He turned around to run out at once, almost falling down.

Though it made for a hilarious scene, it also reminded them of the importance of avoiding the eyes and ears of the five other boys.

Slave San, Slave Xin, Slave Lei, Slave Qian, and Slave Zhao were all of a timid temperament, as they had been influenced so deeply by Slave Yao that they had accepted their fate as slaves quickly after they entered the fort, which meant they would be happy to betray their companions in exchange for a fortune.

Taking some time to discuss this problem, Slave Xie thought for a while. Finally, he said nothing about it except, "I\'ll handle it." He left alone, and returned with their lunch, saying, "It\'s over."

Slave Xie wandered around the yard and secretly talked with every boy inside. Finally, these five boys went to Slave Ji and claimed that they would even rather live in the shabbiest house than share a room with Slave Huan.

Since no one lay dying in Firewood Yard recently, there were sufficient empty rooms. Not to mention that Slave Ji was glad to do them a special favor for their brown-nosing. Therefore, he gave his order—Slave Huan was not allowed to take a single step out of the room.

"I told them that you were bewitched and my brother and I are trying to drive the evil spirit out of you." Slave Xie grinned and explained to Slave Huan. He was more talkative and intimate with Slave Huan than before.

"Haha. Well, I\'ve got many evil spirits to drive out of my body."

"Did you really kill Slave Yao using sorcery?" Slave Xie asked curiously, who had obviously been holding onto this question for a long time.

"Don\'t be rude, it\'s none of your business." Slave Qi pulled his younger brother behind to stop him from snooping on privacy.

"I\'m less skillful in sorcery than you." Gu Shenwei smiled and said that he would rather not mention Slave Yao.

Slave Xie failed to notice that Slave Huan was prevaricating and thought Slave Huan was denying it. He gave a confused look, a bit disappointed.

Yet, Slave Qi felt it was worth exploring, though he would not question it because he knew that everyone had their own secrets.

In the afternoon, the brothers went to learn the "techniques" taught by Slave Ji, while Gu Shenwei practiced holding his breath alone and pressing the transformed knife against the bottom of the bed before jabbing upward quickly and forcefully.

In his imagination, blood would pump out en masse, and he would have to roll aside quickly to avoid it.

"He is the enemy," Gu Shenwei told himself. Han Shiqi was the key target in his path of vengeance. Killing him would be revenge completed, and any other enemies who died by his hand in the future would be a bonus.

"When will the vengeance end?" Gu Shenwei asked himself again in silence.

"Pay them back by killing their entire families."

He did not feel it strange to even think about this. Though he was just a slave and the only thing he could do was practice his skills on the brick bed, he remained ambitious.

However, the most difficult task was not killing, but waiting.

Sometimes he could hear the other boys\' conversations from outside, which represented another world—reality, simplicity, and oblivion.

Gu Shenwei even envied them for a while, but he quickly reminded himself that even if without the burden of revenge, he should not act like those slaves. What he had lost was far greater than what the other slaves in Golden Roc Fort had lost put together.

He did not know how many times he had practiced the simple action of jabbing. As the sun went westward, he felt it was all in his mind. He stopped and hopped off of the bed to exercise a little.

That stab had to end a life, otherwise, three lives would be ended. Yet, he had no fear or doubt, as if he was an experienced killer doing something normal.

He thought of his father, Gu Lun, who would shake his head while talking about his son. He had been worried that Gu Shenwei would not achieve anything, be it in civilization, military, agriculture, or commerce. Gu Shenwei was good for almost nothing.

"Maybe I am a born killer," Gu Shenwei thought. He grinned without noticing.

When calling roll, Slave Ji neither mentioned Slave Huan nor went to his room, which was a good sign.

Slave Xie brought the dinner, with the news that everything was good and that nobody had predicted that a plot was being brewed. He and his brother would think of an idea to attract Slave Ji and the others, while Slave Huan would take the opportunity to sneak into Slave Ji\'s room.

Slave Ji always ate with the boys in the same room, though of course, not at the same table. He enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people, as their flattery was the real feast.

Gu Shenwei was not hungry at all, but he still tried to swallow some of his meal because he did not want his stomach growling when he was under the bed.

After dinner, he listened behind the door. There came cheers and laughter from the east side. Waiting for the noisiest moment, he arched his back and trotted through the yard and entered into Slave Ji\'s bedroom. He knew it very well, so without even checking, he crawled beneath the bed.

The headboard was about three feet above his head. Gu Shenwei lay down on the cold ground, stretching his arms and holding the knife, and then aimed at the point that was three feet down from the headboard and 17 inches in from the side of the bed. Luckily, there was a gap between those two planks, which saved him a lot of trouble.

He and the brothers had chosen the position in advance. If all went as planned, the middle of Han Shiqi\'s back should be exactly there.

There would be only one stab and no more. That was all the chance he would get.

They knew how ferocious this killer of Golden Roc Fort could be. It would not take much time for Han Shiqi to kill these three boys, even if he was hurt badly, let alone Slave Ji and the night watchmen resting outside. Any abnormal sound could get all three of them killed.

The sky was getting darker, and it was even darker beneath the bed. Gu Shenwei kept the knife aimed at the same point the entire time to make sure he would not miss.

Finally, he heard footsteps from outside. Someone coughed, walked inside, lit the candle, dumped his shoes, and jumped onto the bed heavily, shaking a layer of dust off. Gu Shenwei was completely unprepared for this and released a hearty sneeze.