Many of those who can stand guard are shrewd.
It seems like they let Zhang Feng into the mansion for tea, as if considering it for the sake of the lord.
But if Zhang Feng turns out to be fake, it would be a rit to capture the criminal.
Or at worst, just a few scoldings from the county magistrate, which is better than truly offending a big shot.
However.
When Zhang Feng heard that Lord Jin was in the yan, he leaped up the steps in front of two surprised Yan Runners and disappeared into the courtyard behind.
"A... a martial arts expert..."
"Assassin... assassin..."
The two felt they might have done sothing wrong.
But just a few seconds later, they reacted.
One prepared to shout inside the courtyard to put everyone on guard.
The other was ready to strike the large drum outside the door, with a special alert drumbeat.
Except, they hadn’t struck, hadn’t shouted yet.
After moving across several spots on the roof eaves, Zhang Feng looked toward the small pavilion in the backyard.
Here, there were fake mountains and water, and two brothers with similar appearances, drinking tea and chatting.
Nearby, four ’retainers’ with a constitution around 50.
Conveniently stationed at east, south, west, and north.
Walking silently on the roof eaves, Zhang Feng glanced, and in an instant, drew his knife and rushed over.
Thud!
And just at the mont the drum was about to sound.
Slash—
Zhang Feng already dropped down from the roof eaves of the backyard, with an angled forward slash, instantly beheading the nearest retainer.
"There’s..." The retainer opposite also saw this scene.
But just as he voiced, at the sa ti the constable at the front door shouted ’On guard.’
Whoosh—
Zhang Feng, supplented by Inner Strength and Spiritual Qi, threw the twin knives, piercing through the chests of the retainers who had just turned around on both sides.
In just one second.
Only he was left, along with the two mine owners who hadn’t reacted yet.
However, as Zhang Feng kicked up the long knife from the corpse beneath him, the unprotected mine owner was directly pierced through the chest, the corpse falling backward.
Zhang Feng followed with two steps, before the corpse hit the ground, drew the knife in mid-air, and the blade sliced toward the last retainer.
The retainer barely had ti to draw his knife, almost managing to get it in front.
Zhang Feng pulled back sharply at an illogical angle, then kicked from the side, with a cracking sound, broke his entire chest bone structure.
Whoosh—
The body crashed toward the fake mountain.
"There’s an assassin..."
Zhang Feng listened to the distant shouts from the courtyard while looking at Lord Jin, who stared blankly, holding his teacup,
"I need so books on Inner Strength, do you have any? And my portrait, the deed of sale."
"I... I do..." Lord Jin replied shakily, "It’s all with ... no... all with this humble one..."
"Then lead the way." Zhang Feng saw him trembling as he got up and put the knife to his neck.
Lord Jin dared not resist and walked toward a study in the courtyard.
"My lord..."
At this mont, several constables ca to the front of the yard, but when they saw this scene, they halted.
"It’s him..." the Yan Runner at the door was also there, realizing he made a grave mistake.
"All of you, stand down!" Lord Jin cried out loudly with a sobbing tone seeing them approach.
Zhang Feng ignored them, nor did he let them follow.
As for whether soone would sneak away, spread so news, bring so experts.
That was unavoidable.
After all, as long as he made a move, unless he instantly killed everyone, news of an ’incident at the yan’ was bound to spread.
But now, the two main targets were already killed, and later erasing so files would end it.
So he just needed to be quick, nothing else.
Upon entering the room.
Waited for Lord Jin to point at a bookshelf.
Zhang Feng moved the bookshelf aside, revealing the wall behind which had been chiseled open, with a small secret passage inside.
There were several boxes here.
Guarding against, let Lord Jin open them himself, lest there were any traps or concealed weapons when opening the boxes.
When all the boxes were opened, Zhang Feng saw inside them were manuals, gold and silver jewelry, stacks of deeds of sale, and so land contracts.
Zhang Feng glanced roughly, took out a piece of silk from one of the boxes, tore it into several large pieces, and made a bundle-like ’large cloth bag.’
Pack so broken jewelry and manuals.
The remaining items, Zhang Feng seized a nearby fire striker, blew it, and in Lord Jin’s stupefied daze, burned it all.
"Lord Jin."
Zhang Feng looked at his daze, "Who knows about your affairs, and who helped you with them?"
Saying.
Zhang Feng, holding him with one hand, pulled him outside the study, looked at a group of nervous Yan Runners and constables,
"Point them all out."
...
Screams and cries for rcy resounded throughout the yan.
A few minutes later.
Corpses littered the yan, with a majority of Yan Runners and constables lying dead.
At the front gate, many from the county heard the screaming, and there were curious and daring ones standing outside the yan, peeking in.
Zhang Feng knew more people would gather, so he climbed over the wall and left from the side of the yan.
Another dozen minutes passed.
As more county folk approached, and good constables from within the yan ran out, terrified and recounting everything inside.
The townspeople learned what happened inside.
At this mont, so applauded, and so wanted to know the na of that gallant hero.
"Zhang Feng..."
A constable spoke Zhang Feng’s na; Zhang Feng hadn’t hidden it.
Because the score was settled.
There always had to be an accountable person.
Moreover, if not for his low constitution.
Zhang Feng would have brazenly entered the city to kill, then brazenly left.
But even if Zhang Feng hadn’t been brazen this ti.
The news from Huailiang County exploded in this martial world in a month.
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