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The room was plunged into darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering in from the window.

She walked to the window, flipped herself out, and landed lightly on the roof of the backyard.

The tiles made a soft thud under my feet. I steadied myself and stood on the roof ridge, my gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

A night breeze blew by, lifting a corner of my clothes and bringing a chill.

After determining the direction, he lightly touched the ground with his foot and darted away.

He jumped from one rooftop to another without making a sound.

The houses in Yingzhou City were not tall, and the rooftops were connected, so he could run on them as if on flat ground.

Occasionally, I would glance down at the street below; it was empty, without a soul in sight.

Before the time it takes to brew a cup of tea had passed, the outline of the governor's mansion came into view.

Wu Feng slowed his pace and looked down at the governor's mansion from the roof of a two-story building.

Most of the buildings in the governor's mansion had their lights off, except for a little light in the gatehouse in the front yard, which was probably where the guards on night duty stayed.

The two wooden doors were tightly closed, and there were no guards at the entrance.

There were no guards in the backyard or at the side gate either.

People were walking around in the courtyard, carrying torches, patrolling in twos and threes.

I counted them; there were two teams in the front yard and one team in the back yard, with five or six people in each team.

Including the guards at the gate, there were probably about thirty guards in the entire governor's mansion. There were more soldiers in the mansion than that, but most of them were probably off duty.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

He took out the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear from his backpack, and the cool touch of the handle traveled up his fingertips.

He stood up from the roof, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and darted away.

It landed on the wall of the governor's mansion, touched the top of the wall with its toes, and then leaped forward, landing directly in the courtyard.

The place where we landed was behind a row of low bushes, where the moonlight couldn't reach and it was pitch black.

He crouched behind the bushes and glanced outside.

A patrol of guards was passing by not far away, carrying torches. The leader walked in front, followed by five men in a row. Their footsteps pattered on the stone pavement.

Wu Feng waited for them to walk past, then emerged from behind the bushes and silently followed at the very back.

When she unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, her footsteps were so light they were almost silent.

The last guard heard a noise behind him and was about to turn around when the Crimson Serpent Blood Spear pierced his throat.

A flash of white light, and the person was gone.

There was no sound when the gun tip was pulled out, and the people in front continued walking forward without noticing that one of them was missing.

Wu Feng quickly followed, then the second, the third, and the fourth.

One shot, one kill; all taken down from behind.

The leader, hearing something amiss behind him, whirled around—

The tip of the spear was already in front of him.

Wu Feng pierced his throat with a single spear thrust, giving him no chance to even scream.

A flash of white light appeared, and several orbs of light appeared on the ground.

Wu Feng continued walking forward, carrying his gun.

There's another patrol team in the backyard; we need to clean the yard first.

He walked through a short corridor, around a rockery, and into the backyard, where five guards sat around a fire, their faces illuminated by the firelight, chatting and laughing. Guns leaned against the wall beside them, and helmets were removed and placed on the ground.

Wu Feng emerged from behind the artificial hill, his footsteps very light.

When they were still three zhang away from the fire, a guard looked up and saw it.

He opened his mouth to shout—

Wu Feng had already thrown the gun in his hand.

The Crimson Python Blood Spear flew out of his hand, its tip piercing the guard's chest, pulling him backward and pinning him to the ground.

A flash of white light, and the person was gone.

The remaining four guards reacted; some reached for their knives, while others reached for their guns.

Wu Feng lightly touched the ground with his feet and swept forward, unleashing the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan.

One slap, one kill; clean and efficient.

Before the four people could even stand up, they turned into white light.

The fire was still burning, its light illuminating the empty ground.

Wu Feng walked over, bent down and pulled the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear from the ground, shook off the dust on the tip of the spear, and continued walking forward.

There were two patrol teams in the front yard. He walked around the yard and took care of everything.

Some walked along the corridor, some stood in the corner, and some leaned against the pillars and dozed off.

They killed them all, leaving none alive.

In less than fifteen minutes, the patrols and guards in the yard were all cleared out.

He walked around the mansion again and encountered several servants walking around.

Wu Feng killed them all without hesitation.

What happened today must not be leaked; the more people who know, the greater the risk.

Servants are human too, but war is war, and soft-hearted people cannot go to the battlefield.

After clearing away all the people moving around the mansion, he picked up his gun and headed towards the room with the light on.

The house was located in the middle of the mansion, towards the back, with dim yellow light shining through the crack in the door.

There were no guards at the gate, probably because they felt the manor was safe and there was no need for them.

Wu Feng walked to the door, took a deep breath, and kicked the door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a bang and bounced.

Inside was a study, with several rows of books on the bookshelves and several documents spread out on the table.

A man in official robes was sitting behind a table, holding a pen, with half-written words on the document in front of him.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw a person standing in the doorway, holding a gun with blood still dripping from the tip.

He paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, put down his pen, stood up, and placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a hint of authority.

Wu Feng didn't waste any words with him, and directly raised his gun, pointing the tip at him.

"The one who killed you."

The governor's face darkened, and with a swift motion, his sword was drawn, its blade gleaming coldly in the lamplight.

He gripped the knife with both hands, striking a pose with steady steps and a low center of gravity, clearly someone who had practiced martial arts.

Wu Feng lightly touched the ground with his feet, and the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear thrust out.

The spear tip aimed straight at the governor's face, swift and ruthless.

The governor dodged to the side, held his sword horizontally in front of him, and swung it down with a backhand strike.

The swordsmanship was not flashy, but it was powerful and produced a sharp, whistling sound.

Wu Feng held his spear horizontally to block the blade, and with a clang, sparks flew everywhere.

The governor took half a step back, but Wu Feng remained unmoved.

The governor's expression changed; he clearly hadn't expected the newcomer to be so strong.

He gritted his teeth and charged forward again, slashing and hacking with his sword, all displaying his solid, hard-earned skills.

After exchanging a couple of blows with him, Wu Feng had a better understanding of the situation.

This governor is indeed quite capable, at the level of a second-rate martial artist, with solid swordsmanship and not weak internal strength.

In the martial arts world, he would be considered a decent character.

But that's about it.

Wu Feng no longer held back. With a flick of his wrist, the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear transformed into a streak of cold light, heading straight for the governor's heart.

The governor raised his sword to parry, but the tip of the spear struck the blade with a clang. The sword vibrated, the governor's hand went numb, and he almost dropped the sword.

Before he could change his move, Wu Feng's second shot had already landed.

The gun pierced the throat.

The governor turned his head to dodge, but was a fraction of a second too slow. The tip of the spear grazed his neck, leaving a bloody mark.

The governor groaned, took two steps back, clutching his neck, blood seeping from between his fingers. He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Wu Feng didn't give him a chance; he thrust out with his third spear, piercing straight through his chest.

The gun tip protruded from his back, and blood flowed down the gun barrel.

The governor looked down at the spear tip in his chest, then looked up at Wu Feng. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

A flash of white light, and the person was gone.

A ball of light was left on the ground.

Wu Feng put the gun away, shook off the blood from the tip, and bent down to pick up the ball of light.

It's a token, black with gold lettering, and it feels quite heavy in your hand.

[Yingzhou Governor's Decree: Upon use, this grants control over the military and political affairs of Yingzhou, and gives the governor of Yingzhou City.]