You're Strong But Now You're Mine-Chapter 51 I Am Beating the Relatives of Governor Ding

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 I Am Beating the Relatives of Governor Ding

"Fourth Young Master, we’re almost at Star Engraving County."

On the muddy post road, a caravan of more than a dozen people plodded through the fields in the wind and rain. In the middle of the caravan, a huge cargo box wrapped in black cloth lay like a coffin from a mortuary. The lead carriages were roomy and airy, with glass windows and soft rubber tires—the ride didn’t jostle at all.

Inside the carriage, Ding Yiyu sprang up from the cushion in a swift motion, lifted the curtain, and saw from a distance the city outline of Star Engraving County under the rainclouds. He sat back down lazily and said, "Let me know when we actually arrive."

"Fourth Young Master," the horseman riding outside the carriage asked with a grin, "the girls in Star Engraving County, are they hot? We’re all country bumpkins who’ve never been to a big city. We’re counting on you to show us the ropes."

"It’s been a long time since I last visited Star Engraving County myself. Wasn’t all that impressive. Back home, though, we’re much freer—do whatever the hell we want... You guys are horny already? Weren’t you chasing after women in that village last night?"

"Ugh, don’t bring it up. We knocked on a few doors and didn’t even see a bitch, probably all hiding."

"Then why’d you only get back at midnight?"

The horseman snickered. "Didn’t find any women, but we spotted that old geezer’s grandson at the east end of the village. Kid’s got a pretty face, looks just like a chick. By then all of us had searched all night and were burning up, so man or woman, who cares? We just needed to take the edge off."

"Oh... that’s something." Ding Yiyu commented offhandedly, then suddenly thought of something. "Ah, so it was you guys in that house last night, huh? I wondered who it was staying up all night making noise."

The horseman asked curiously, "Fourth Young Master, you went out last night too?"

"Yeah, got a little restless."

Ding Yiyu raised his right hand. Under the dim lamp, his hand appeared slender and pale, nails impeccably trimmed—obviously he spent a lot of time caring for those hands.

The horseman pressed his rain hat down, then, hesitating, asked, "When we left this morning, we kind of heard that the village night watchman died..."

"Yeah, fate works in funny ways," Ding Yiyu said lazily. "I couldn’t sleep, wandered around, and ran into the night watchman with a torch. That guy apparently practiced a little Combat Technique. Soon as I showed up, I knocked his jaw off, but he still sparred with me for a couple rounds. I had a blast."

The horseman’s eyebrows jumped wildly, and he flattered, "Fourth Young Master, your Combat Technique must be even sharper now."

"I already mastered every room in the house, it’s not easy to keep improving," Ding Yiyu gently stroked both hands. "If I skip a day, I know it. Three days, my body knows it. Seven days, everybody knows it... If you want to make something of yourself using Combat Technique, you have to stay humble."

"Especially that Biting Battle Technique. It’s brutal to others, more brutal to yourself. Keep your touch sharp—so the next time you kill, you don’t go blunt."

The horseman had no idea what else to say and just reported, "We’re almost at the city gate."

"I wonder where Uncle plans to send me," Ding Yiyu finally perked up. "I hear there’s a ton of heavy hitters in Star Engraving County, and that the military academy’s packed with the cream of the crop, but last year I ran into one of their students—didn’t amount to shit, ended up with me ripping his limbs right off, easy as pie."

The horseman laid it on thick. "That’s ’cause Fourth Young Master, you’re just too good."

"People my age, I’ve never met anyone actually worthy to be my opponent," Ding Yiyu sighed. "Maybe only the Royal Academy in Yanjing could offer even a flicker of fun. Too bad, we’re here for Uncle this time."

"Heard the Statistical Department has a get-out-of-jail-free card for murder. Hope Uncle sends me there. Killing those backlit rebels sounds like a damn good time."

As they talked, the carriage reached the city gate. The caravan rolled to a stop. Ding Yiyu frowned and asked, "Why’ve we stopped?"

The coachman said, "Looks like only one city gate’s open—everyone’s stuck lining up. Total gridlock."

Ding Yiyu clicked his tongue. "If only we were riding a four-wheeler right now."

The horseman chuckled, "Once you get inside, Fourth Young Master, maybe the Governor’ll hand you a four-wheeler himself."

"Fat chance. Those off-roaders are beasts—the Linhai Army barely has a few. If Uncle gives me a regular set of wheels, I’ll count myself lucky," Ding Yiyu grumbled, then asked, "How long’s the wait?"

The horseman guessed the pace at the gate. "Maybe... at least an hour?"

Ding Yiyu nodded and said, "Let’s just charge through."

"Huh?"

"We’re about to see Uncle, and you want me wasting time here?" Ding Yiyu asked pointedly. "Just ram our way in."

The coachman hesitated. "There’s a crowd up front, maybe it’s, um, not a great idea..."

Swish!

A hand shot out from inside the carriage and clamped the coachman’s neck with precision, yanking him right inside.

"Time is life."

Ding Yiyu said calmly in the coachman’s ear, "You want to waste my life?"

The coachman gulped, recalling all the rumors about the Ding family’s Fourth Young Master. Cold sweat ran down his back. He shook his head furiously, raised his whip, and lashed the horses into a wild gallop!

"Ah!!"

"Hey!? Hey! What the hell are you doing!"

"My foot—my foot!"

Pandemonium broke out at the city gate. Over a dozen mounted guards raced on either side, following the caravan as they crashed straight into the walled city. Roadblocks set by the City Guard went flying, the crowd of people in line scattered in a panic.

"Fourth Young Master, there’s a carriage up ahead—looks like a shit wagon!"

Ding Yiyu’s face twisted in disgust. "Go around it."

Clip-clop clip-clop—

Faced with the stampede of powerful war horses, passersby dove for cover. Even the City Guard, whose job was keeping order, dove to the side. In the chaos, one snot-nosed little boy sucking his finger stood dazed in the middle of the road, as if wondering where everybody went. Hearing a thunderous rumble behind him, he turned to see massive horses charging in—each one three times his height.

"Chen Fu."

"On it."

A blur flashed past. Someone scooped the little boy up and rolled out of the way.

At that moment, a burst of light exploded off to the side of the horses’ path. A barrage of razor-sharp brilliance hammered the animals’ bodies!

Biting Battle Technique: Flood Spit!

The charge ground to a halt, horses screaming as they crashed to the ground. The carriage was flung aside, and a figure bolted out—decked in silk, wearing chain gloves.

"You’ve got some balls, blocking my ride." Ding Yiyu straightened his collar, totally unfazed, sizing up the blue-coated agent from the Statistical Department across from him. He asked, "You try to stop me, didn’t you notice the family banner on the carriage?"

"Didn’t notice, didn’t need to," the Bluecoat replied coolly. "Per Director Lan’s orders, everyone and every wagon entering Star Engraving County gets a thorough check. Especially outlaws ramming the city gate like you lot."

"Hmph." Ding Yiyu let out a cold laugh. He pulled out a hard leather document and flicked it over. "Here’s a pass signed by Ding the Governor himself. We’re Ding family members escorting important cargo for the Governor—he’s my uncle. So, you still want to check?"

When he crashed the gate, Ding Yiyu already wondered if someone would try to stop him. Didn’t expect there really’d be someone dumb enough to try.

In a way, he kind of liked it. Now he could flash the pass. Not for any real reason—just for that look, when the guy’s righteous face morphs into nervousness, then indecision, then finally meek submission. "That’s a good time."

"Another idiot looking for a beating, huh..."

Through the rain, Ding Yiyu heard Bluecoat mutter something odd. Then Bluecoat nodded. "Understood."

"If you get it, get out of my way—I’m in a rush to meet my uncle." Ding Yiyu patted his coat and glanced at his boots. "Your devotion to duty, I’ll definitely tell my uncle all about it. Only thing is, my boots are dirty now. If you’re willing to come over and lick them clean, maybe I’ll put in a good word—"

Riiiip!

Ding Yiyu watched as Bluecoat shredded the pass he’d thrown over, leaving him stunned.

"So just ’cause you say Ding the Governor’s your uncle, I’m supposed to believe you? Shit, I could say Lv Zhong is my father-in-law," Bluecoat sneered. "Think a shitty expired pass gets you a free pass after blasting through the gate? Even if you’re really some poor bastard from Ding the Governor’s branch of the family, today I’m beating the Governor’s own kin!"

Ding Yiyu was so angry he actually laughed. "Interesting. Who the hell are you?"

"Statistical Department, Qian Yuliu!"

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In the tunnel through the gate, the young man driving the shit wagon looked down at the note in his hand.

"After entering the walled city, light the firecrackers and set off a dung blast to stir up the chaos."

He glanced at the standoff inside the walled city, then at the caravan already sneaking into the county, and weighed his options—then decided to turn his cart back toward the countryside.

"I figured I’d at least get worked over, but hell, there are people lining up to take the beating. I’m out, I’m out."