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"Master Lin! Something's happened!"

Hou Qi practically stumbled into the backyard, soaked to the bone, rainwater streaming down his forehead, his face a mixture of water and sweat, his eyes filled with terror.

"Speak slowly!" Lin Feng's heart tightened, and he took a step forward.

"The brothers who were keeping an eye on 'Rich and Noble Gambling House' just sent back news!" Hou Qi panted heavily, speaking rapidly, "Zhou An went again! He met three people! Two were unfamiliar faces from before, and the third... was a complete stranger! High nose, deep-set eyes, curly hair, wearing our clothes, but his gait and eyes were all off!"

He swallowed hard, his voice dry: "Old Scar—that brother who used to be a scout in the northern border army, he said... he said that guy squinted at people, and his little finger was sticking up when he held a knife, he's probably... a Di Rong dog!"

"Di Rong?" Lin Feng's voice suddenly turned cold, and the air in the room seemed to grow colder.

"Yes! Old Scar swears on his head, he fought against the Di Rong spies in the Northern Territory and said that's how the elite Di Rong spies are!" Hou Qi said urgently.

"That man came out of the back door of the gambling den, got into an unmarked carriage, and headed west. Our brothers tried to follow, but they were shaken off in Willow Lane! Master Lin, it's my fault for not handling things properly..."

"It's not your fault." Lin Feng interrupted him, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the short blade at his waist. "If the Shadow Hawk were so easy to catch, it wouldn't be called the Shadow Hawk."

His mind raced—had the Di Rong assassin infiltrated the prefecture and contacted Zhou An? Was there collusion between the Prince of Qi and the Di Rong? Or had the Di Rong himself come to him, found clues to the "treasure," and followed the trail to Zhou Wenyuan, the local tyrant?

Either way, it means the worst has happened! Di Rong's intervention has instantly plunged an already dangerous situation into the abyss!

"Hou Qi," Lin Feng's voice was terrifyingly calm, "have all the brothers on surveillance withdraw immediately! Cease all surveillance of Zhou An and the unfamiliar faces! Shadow Harrier's counter-surveillance capabilities far exceed our imagination. Don't let our brothers die in vain!"

"yes!"

"Notify Liu Sandao and Zhao Hu: all personnel to be on high alert! Triple the manpower at the courtyard and dockside warehouses! All crossbowmen to be on the walls, double the number of sentries! Tell all brothers: never put down your swords, never take off your armor! If you see anyone with a high nose and deep-set eyes behaving suspiciously, don't ask questions, take action first! Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"

Hou Qi gasped, realizing the situation was extremely serious. He nodded emphatically and turned to rush out.

"Wait!" Lin Feng called out to him, pulling out the ebony snake-patterned token he kept close to his body from his pocket. He then took the bronze badge representing the leader of the "Three Harmonies" from his waist and stuffed it into Hou Qi's hand. "Go find Chen Da and Chen Er, and tell them to take this immediately, take a fast boat, travel through the 'Ghost's Sorrow' waterway, and head to Black Wind Valley tonight! When you see Ye Qingli, give her the token and say, 'The north wind has arrived, leave immediately!' Then follow Miss Ye's arrangements completely, and at all costs, protect Miss Chen and the others as they move to a safe place! Remember, immediately! Right now!"

Hou Qi clutched the two tokens, still warm from his body, his eyes reddening: "Master Lin, then you..."

"I'll stay," Lin Feng said decisively. "The Di Rong assassins have arrived, and Zhou Wenyuan and Prince Qi's conspiracy is nearing its end. Feng Zhen's attitude is unclear, so I must stay and oversee things! Moreover, Feng Zhen must be informed of the Di Rong's infiltration immediately! Otherwise, the prefecture will be in grave danger! Go now!"

Hou Qi knew that further words were useless, so he gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed into the increasingly heavy rain.

Lin Feng stood alone under the eaves, listening to the pattering rain, but his heart sank to the bottom.

The ten-day deadline given by Ye Qingli hasn't expired yet, but Di Rong's Shadow Hawks have already arrived at the city! Are Chen tide and the others really safe in Black Wind Valley? Can Ye Qingli stop the ever-present Shadow Hawks?

We must inform Feng Zhen as soon as possible! Only this imperial envoy, who holds military power, can possibly launch a city-wide search and find Shadow Hawk!

How can we notify them? Barge into the prefectural government office directly? Too risky. Go through Clerk Wang? There's no time…

"Boom—!"

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that shook the eaves! A torrential downpour ensued, plunging the world into chaos.

Almost at the instant the thunder roared—

"ah--!"

"Enemy attack! Assassins!"

From the direction of the outer alley entrance, a shrill scream came, followed by Liu Sandao's angry roar and the rapid clanging of metal!

It's here! Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and all his muscles tensed instantly! Was it Di Rong's Shadow Hawk? Or the Canal Gang's revenge? Or... Zhou Wenyuan's killing move?

"Whoosh—smack!"

A red signal rocket, braving the torrential rain, stubbornly shot into the sky and exploded in a blinding red light!

Highest alert level for courtyard houses!

"Crossbowmen on the wall! Laborers guard the gate! Everyone, prepare for a fight to the death!" Lin Feng shouted sharply, drawing his short blade from his waist. The cold blade flashed with a chilling light in the lightning.

Instead of rushing towards the front yard where the sounds of battle were coming from, he darted away like a ghost to an inconspicuous woodshed in the backyard. There, hidden, were Sun He and his crossbowmen, and—that thing that could condemn the King of Qi to eternal damnation!

The rain intensified, and the sounds of fighting, clashing weapons, and screams mingled with the thunder and rain, coming from all directions.

In the darkness, countless enemies, like jackals smelling blood, pounced on the small courtyard!

Di Rong's infiltration was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the long-suppressed powder keg in Qingzhou!

On this stormy night, all forces finally revealed their true colors, baring their sharpest fangs!

Lin Feng and the "Sanhe" company he founded stood at the very center of this storm!