Full-Level Fierce Person-Chapter 68 Surveillance

68: 68 Surveillance

68: 68 Surveillance

“Don’t run, rabbit, I’ll shoot you!”

Ten archers, their enthusiasm running high, kept shooting their arrows non-stop.

Honestly, shooting rabbits was far more interesting than shooting straw men and greatly stirred the human bloodlust.

“Practice well, and on the day of the competition, the more rabbits you shoot and kill, the more reward money you can get.

Understand?” Dong Xianrong cajoled.

“Understood!”

The ten archers were extremely excited.

They were the ten best archers out of three hundred and, what’s more, they had live rabbits to practice on—their conditions were exceptionally good.

In contrast, Huang Dashun and his cohort, whose archery was less impressive, had no live rabbits for practice.

All things considered, the advantage was ours!

“Rest assured, Master Dong, we will surely win!” the ten archers said, brimming with confidence.

Hearing this, Dong Xianrong chuckled coldly in his heart, for he had never placed his hopes on these ten archers.

Turning his head, he signaled his subordinate and called out, “Old Gao, come here.”

Gao Daxing scurried over with a chrysanthemum-like smile squeezing across his old face and said obsequiously, “My lord, what can I do for you?”

Dong Xianrong glanced over at Fang Zhixing’s side and instructed, “Sort out the ‘good registries’ of those ten men and send them to my father’s place.”

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, household registries were divided into four levels.

The first level was the noble registry, for aristocratic families and great clans;

The second level was the good registry, that is, ordinary citizens;

The third level was the slave registry, which included slaves, such as those who sold themselves into servitude to wealthy households;

The fourth level was the base registry, made up of prostitutes, performers, beggars, etc., and their base status was hereditary.

Their descendants would still be of base registry and could not hold official positions.

Those eligible to be selected for the archers camp were all of good registry.

At Dong Xianrong’s words, Gao Daxing rubbed his hands together, his expression troubled as he said, “My lord, the good registries of the archers camp are confidential, I—”

He was cut off by Dong Xianrong, who said bluntly, “Do this right, and my father will give you a sum of reward money, enough for your retirement.”

Gao Daxing’s heart leaped with joy, and he trotted off to do the task.

Dong Xianrong turned his head back, watched Fang Zhixing’s side for a while, sneered a few times, and then walked away.

Soon, he left in a horse carriage, making his way through streets and alleys and effortlessly entered the Hanxiang Building.

“Cousin, come over here!”

As soon as Dong Xianrong entered, he heard Luo Kezhao’s debauched laughter.

A group of fancily dressed girls surrounded him, singing and dancing, with a sensual atmosphere all around.

“Cousin, you really know how to enjoy life!”

Dong Xianrong laughed heartily, opening his arms wide and immersing himself in the merry atmosphere.

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By the afternoon,

a novel object appeared on the archery field and caught the eye of everyone present, drawing a crowd of archers.

Fang Zhixing had acquired a wooden board and spread a layer of lime powder over its surface, then used the ash from the bottom of a pot to draw concentric circles.

Finally, he used borrowed rouge to color the center red.

He set up the board upright.

Just like that, a “rotating target heart” was born.

“Instructor Fang, what is this?”

Huang Dashun and the others widened their eyes in curiosity.

Fang Zhixing smiled and said, “This is a target I’ve made for you.

You used to practice archery with straw men, but straw men are too big and lack a focal point.

With this target, you just need to aim at the red dot in the center when you practice your archery.

This will certainly greatly improve your shooting accuracy.”

Everyone suddenly understood and found it marvelous.

Afterward, everyone pitched in, and soon a few dozen targets were created and aligned in a row.

Huang Dashun and the others abandoned the strawman targets and switched to using revolving cores for practice.

Before they knew it, evening had come.

Fang Zhixing finished a day’s training, returned to the separate courtyard, ate dinner, and took a bath.

Xigou couldn’t help but ask telepathically, “Are you serious?

You’re really going to share everything you know with those people?”

Fang Zhixing replied, “What sharing everything I know?

I only taught them a bit of the basics, you don’t think archery can be mastered so easily, do you?

Most of those archers are very poor in quality; the majority are mediocre.

Even if they were to train diligently for ten years, only a small portion could reach the level of an average marksman.”

Xigou said with confusion, “If that’s the case, why are you so serious?

What’s the point?”

Fang Zhixing replied impatiently, “Would you please use your head?

This competition isn’t my stage, nor is it Dong Xianrong’s.

It is a trap laid out by Luo Peiyun, with everyone being his pawns, and every action is under his control.”

Xigou felt a jolt in his heart and said in shock, “Are you saying we’re being watched by Luo Peiyun?”

“You’re just now realizing this?

And you call yourself a dog?

Haven’t you noticed that I’ve been under surveillance this whole time?

What use are you?” Fang Zhixing was speechless.

Xigou was extremely embarrassed, and in a fit of annoyed embarrassment, he snapped, “I may not be human, but you’re the real dog!”

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Night fell.

Wen Yuwen stepped into Luo Peiyun’s study.

“Master.”

Wen Yuwen walked to Luo Peiyun’s side and respectfully handed over a document.

Luo Peiyun opened the document and read it carefully.

On it was a detailed account of Fang Zhixing’s activities throughout the day, including what time he got up, what he ate, what he did on the training field, the words he spoke, and so forth; nothing was left out.

“Oh, he’s created a new kind of target?”

Luo Peiyun’s expression changed; he was surprised and pleased, and he said, “This young man indeed has talent; it looks like I’ve found myself a treasure!”

Wen Yuwen responded with an ingratiating smile, “Half a year ago, ‘Li the Clairvoyant’ predicted that you were heading into great fortune and that your lucky star would shine brightly.

It seems his words have come true.”

“Hahaha!”

Luo Peiyun couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

After a moment, he suddenly shifted the topic and asked, “How is the investigation of that matter coming along?”

Wen Yuwen replied gravely, “Master, you only informed Songlin Temple two days in advance of your desire to pray there, but the water bandits had already prepared for the assassination well before that.

Thus, the leak did not come from the temple.”

Luo Peiyun’s face darkened as he said coldly, “That means the person who leaked the information is indeed among us.”

Wen Yuwen nodded and said, “Yes, the ones who knew about it beforehand can be counted on one hand.

It’s only the five people responsible for your travel safety: the Chief Constable Ding Zhigang, and the four arrest officers.”

Luo Peiyun asked, “Have you locked down the suspect?”

Wen Yuwen whispered in his ear.

After listening, Luo Peiyun frowned with fury and slammed his hand on the table.

“I suspected a spy in our midst the last time the water bandits robbed our silver!”

Luo Peiyun’s eyes flared with murderous intent.

The matter of the silver was extremely confidential, and only a few close to him knew the details.

After a brief investigation, Luo Peiyun quickly identified the most likely suspect but lacked definitive evidence to be completely certain.

This time, the opponent had finally made a slip.

“Master, should we make a move and arrest the person now?” asked Wen Yuwen.

However, Luo Peiyun suddenly calmed down and said indifferently, “There’s no rush.

We need to fill the gap left by the missing silver first.

That is the top priority.”

Wen Yuwen understood and nodded, “Then we’ll proceed with your earlier plan and initiate the next step.”

“Yes, go ahead with it.”

Luo Peiyun settled back into his chair and picked up the document again, reading through Fang Zhixing’s recorded activities, his eyes brimming with admiration.