Chapter 15: He wielded a knife and slaughtered his way through half the street.

"Stop hitting!"

"Stop hitting me! I am the Eighth Prince, can't you tell?"

Liu Fu shouted loudly, angrily rebuking:

"My father sent you to infiltrate the Liao Kingdom and asked you to help me stage this self-inflicted injury, but he didn't ask you to use your position to settle personal scores."

"Stop fighting! If you don't stop, don't blame me for being ruthless. Go back and report to my father, and have your entire family of Han spies executed!"

Liu Fu shouted loudly, but the Liao soldiers on the ground were stunned:

"When the hell did we become Han Chinese spies?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Fu drew a Liao sword from his bodyguard and shouted:

"You undercover agents, turning your own people against each other! Since you're using your position for personal revenge, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The Liao emperor suddenly had a bad feeling:

"With just a few words from him, my Liaodong soldiers have become spies for their Han army? Something's not right!"

Before the Liao emperor could order a halt, Liu Fu dismounted with a sword in hand and charged into the crowd.

His terrifying reflexes, combined with his terrifying strength and skill, made him a formidable force.

All the onlookers saw was the Liao sword in his hand flashing up and down, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken the lives of dozens of Liao soldiers.

Liu Fu was like a god of death, leaving blood splattering wherever he went.

Liu Fu also understood that the Liao emperor would never kill him now, only because the annual tribute from the Later Han had not yet arrived, and he would not kill him in front of so many people.

Even if someone were to replace him, it would only be possible to secretly send someone to kill him, doing so without anyone knowing.

Now that he understood the Liao emperor's bottom line, Liu Fu had nothing to fear.

Wherever they went, they slaughtered their way through half the street, leaving the Liao soldiers rolling and trembling in the streets, screaming in agony...

The Liao emperor's civil and military officials shouted loudly:

"Eighth Prince, you've misunderstood!"

"It's a complete misunderstanding! Stop it!"

But Liu Fu, in a frenzied state, pretended not to hear.

In the blink of an eye, sixty or seventy Liao soldiers fell to the blade. It took a large number of imperial guards to bring the situation under control, but the streets were already in complete chaos.

At this moment, Liu Fu stood with his sword drawn on the wide street of Liaodu. The Liao soldiers who had just been committing atrocities were so frightened that they scattered in all directions.

What they experienced today is destined to become a nightmare deep in their minds, one that they will never be able to shake off for the rest of their lives.

Seeing that there was no way to kill anyone, Liu Fu threw down his Liao sword and muttered curses:

"Your father sent you to the Liao Kingdom as spies, yet you use your position to settle personal scores with this prince! You bunch of scoundrels, you're asking for death!"

Actually, he wasn't an undercover agent at all.

Liu Fu deliberately mistook those Liao soldiers for Han spies, and then found a pretext to indiscriminately kill them.

At this moment, there were indeed Han army spies secretly watching everything on the street. When they saw the Eighth Prince descending to earth like a god of war, killing sixty or seventy Liao soldiers in succession, they were all astonished.

After being slaughtered by Liu Fu, the Liao people became even more enraged, but the Liao emperor ordered all the imperial guards to escort Liu Fu away from the place.

He also knew that continuing this commotion was pointless; Liu Fu was simply too difficult to deal with.

The real Han scouts had been secretly following him until the Liao emperor and his men brought Liu Fu into the post station. Only then did they return to secretly write a memorial and send it back to the Later Han dynasty by fast horse.

The Liao emperor was extremely frustrated.

Liu Fu has so many crazy ideas, and his mind works so fast. This trick of the thief crying "stop thief!" completely ruined his carefully planned scheme.

Not only that, the Liao Kingdom lost face once again, and he even slaughtered half a street with his sword, killing sixty or seventy Liao soldiers.

Just thinking about it makes me feel frustrated.

"Eighth Prince, please rest at the post station and await my formal summons. Farewell!"

The Liao emperor, with a grim expression, led his imperial guards back to the Liao palace, and Liu Fu was temporarily placed in a post station in the Liao capital.

Logically speaking, this is unreasonable.

Even if a prince from another country comes here as a hostage, you should take good care of him. Not to mention building a separate residence for him, you should at least find him a special place to stay. How can he live in a post station like an ordinary official?

In fact, entering the city today is just the beginning.

At this moment, the Liao emperor thought to himself, "Since you are skilled enough to wreak havoc everywhere, then I will send a large number of Liao soldiers in armor to cause trouble outside the post station."

We'll see how you kill him.

The Liao emperor continued to indulge the angry Liao soldiers, who this time wore armor and surrounded the post station completely.

With the armor on, Liu Fu's martial prowess became useless.

In just an hour, the Liao soldiers outside the post station gathered in greater numbers, constantly shouting that Liu Fu must pay for his crimes in blood!

Now everyone in the inn was so disturbed by the noise that they couldn't sit still or fall asleep.

Some people even worried what would happen if these enraged Liao soldiers rushed in.

Everyone was restless. The Liao official in charge of the post station came to the door to request an audience, only to find Liu Fu leisurely drinking Longjing tea.

If force doesn't work, then try a softer approach. The post station official bowed deeply to Liu Fu and pleaded:

"Your Highness, the number of soldiers outside the gate is increasing. I'm afraid they'll tear down our post station in a few moments."

"Why don't you go out and appease them, say a few words of apology?"

Liu Fu, however, remained unmoved by either soft or hard tactics, and instead asked the senior official:

"They challenged me to a drinking contest and drank themselves to death. How can you blame me for that?"

Before the innkeeper could say anything more, Liu Fu stopped him and told him:

"Don't worry, those Liao soldiers won't dare to rush in, nor will they."

The clerk didn't know why Liu Fu was so confident, but he didn't dare to ask.

In fact, Liu Fu had already made ample preparations.

In the past hour, the giant ground otter has dug an underground tunnel, so if the Liao soldiers rush in, he can leave immediately.

Of course, Liu Fu knew that this post station was very safe.

It's a very simple principle: if there are Liao spies in the capital of the Han Dynasty, then naturally there are also spies planted by the Han Dynasty in the capital of the Liao Dynasty.

Therefore, the Liao emperor could not do many things openly.

Even if we were to take action against Liu Fu, we would have to wait until after we had a formal meeting with him before secretly assassinating him, and then find a fake Eighth Prince to replace him.

If Liu Fu is killed openly, and the Han scouts report back, not only will the annual tribute be lost, but Liu Laowu will also immediately start a war!

War is no joke. If a war really breaks out, the Liao Kingdom will not only fail to receive its annual tribute, but will also deplete its national strength.

Nobody's a fool. The Liao emperor could instruct these Liao soldiers to cause trouble for Liu Fu and vent their anger, but he would never cross the line and kill Liu Fu right now.

Knowing all this, Liu Fu remained calm in the post station. As the night deepened, the noise from the Liao soldiers outside subsided.

The steppe ground otter had already dug a tunnel, and this tunnel led to one of the Liao Kingdom's treasuries...