Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Night is the best cover for conspiracy.

The South City, a low-rise residential area near the city wall, is a melting pot of all sorts of people in Shuofeng City.

One of the unremarkable courtyards had a dilapidated lintel and peeling paint, just like its neighbors.

However, in those shadowy corners that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, several sharp eyes, like hawks eyeing their prey, are watching this place without blinking.

Lin Feng personally led the team.

He crouched behind a broken window of an abandoned attic opposite the target courtyard, his gaze like the most precise ruler, measuring every detail of the courtyard—the opening angle of the doors and windows, the length of the shadow cast by the eaves, and even the swaying frequency of a few withered grasses on the wall.

"Captain, everyone is in position." Old Dao's voice came from very low, almost inaudible.

"Wait a little longer." Lin Feng's voice was equally low and barely audible, carrying an icy calmness.

"The third quarter of the hour of Yin (3:45 AM) is when people are most tired and least vigilant. Tell the brothers to perk up and, according to plan, take out the sentries first."

"Yes."

It was three quarters past the hour of Yin (3:45 AM).

A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he raised his right hand, making a clean and crisp gesture in the air.

"action!"

The command was silent, yet like a stone thrown into still water, it instantly stirred up action.

In the shadows on the east and west sides of the opposite courtyard, several ghostly figures sprang up almost simultaneously, their speed so fast that they left only blurry afterimages.

Under the courtyard wall, two "watchmen" who were leaning against the corner and seemingly dozing off didn't even have time to make a sound before their mouths and noses were covered, and they were struck precisely on the side of their necks. They collapsed limply and were quickly dragged into the darkness.

Almost simultaneously, the main gate of the courtyard and two seemingly sealed back windows were silently pried open by several agile scouts using special tools, and they slipped in like raccoons.

At the "Yongchang" pawnshop, another team, personally commanded by Lao Dao, launched their attack simultaneously. The pawnshop's back door, the storeroom's small window, and even the skylight in the roof were breached in an instant. Short, muffled groans and the sound of objects falling to the ground came from inside, then quickly returned to silence, so fast it was as if only the night breeze had occasionally stirred something.

Lin Feng remained crouched on the attic, his gaze fixed on the main house of the courtyard. He knew that the real troublemaker was likely inside.

Sure enough, the moment the scouts burst through the door, the window of the main house was suddenly smashed open from the inside, and a dark figure shot out like a large bird, a flash of cold light in his hand, aiming straight for the throat of the first scout who rushed into the main door! The speed was incredibly fast, the angle was tricky, and the ruthlessness was extreme!

"He's a master!" Lin Feng's pupils contracted. But he was prepared.

The scout appeared to be charging forward, but in reality, the moment the shadowy figure broke through the window, he had already slid half a step to the side and back, narrowly avoiding the deadly blade. At the same time, a small but exceptionally tough iron ruler in his hand was already aimed at the shadowy figure's wrist.

At the same time, scouts who broke in through the windows on both sides, with their specially made fishing nets soaked in oil already spread out, swirled down on the dark figure like a net from heaven!

The shadowy figure clearly hadn't expected the other side to coordinate so well and react so quickly. Missing its first strike, it twisted its body in mid-air and narrowly avoided the edge of the fishing net. It touched the edge of the water vat in the yard with its toes and was about to use the momentum to climb over the wall.

"Stay!" With a low shout, Lin Feng moved.

He leaped directly out of the broken window of the attic, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit. While still in mid-air, the sword at his waist was already drawn. A flash of bright light, like lightning tearing through the night, slashed precisely at the wall where the shadowy figure was about to land!

Before the blade even arrived, the sharp wind from it caused the black figure's clothes to flutter wildly.

The shadowy figure was terrified. He hadn't expected such a skilled opponent to be lying in ambush outside the courtyard. Unable to find any leverage, he could only raise his short knife in an attempt to parry.

"clang--!"

The sharp, metallic clang of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the silent night sky.

The shadowy figure felt an overwhelming force emanating from the knife, which made his arm go numb and almost caused him to drop the dagger. He was forced back from the wall by this immense force, staggering a few steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

With this one obstacle, the fishing nets on both sides covered him again, and the scouts behind him closed in, their blades flashing, blocking all his escape routes.

Seeing no hope of escape, the shadowy figure's eyes flashed with ferocity, and it gritted its teeth, seemingly about to make a move.

"Trying to take poison? Too late!"

Old Dao's voice rang out coldly. He had appeared behind the shadowy figure like a ghost at some point, and with a thin needle as fine as a cow's hair in his hand, he pierced a certain acupoint on the side of the shadowy figure's neck with lightning speed.

The shadowy figure froze, its movement of biting the collar abruptly halting. A look of disbelief and horror flashed in its eyes before it collapsed limply. Two scouts held it down firmly, quickly dislocated its jaw, and searched its entire body. Sure enough, they found a black pill sealed with wax inside the collar.

"Take him in!" Lin Feng sheathed his sword, not even glancing at the subdued man in black, and strode towards the main house.

In that brief exchange, he had already determined that this person was quite skilled in martial arts and should be a key member of "Shadow Swan," or even someone directly connected to "Swan Head."

Inside the main room, the battle was over.

Of the four remaining "Shadowhawk" members, three were killed on the spot, and one was seriously wounded and captured. Scattered on the ground were papers that hadn't been destroyed in time, several braziers, and some strangely shaped weapons and tools. A faint smell of blood and burnt food filled the air.

"Search! Don't miss any corner, watch out for traps and hidden compartments!" Lin Feng ordered in a deep voice.

The scouts immediately dispersed and began a skillful and meticulous search.

Lin Feng walked up to the captured man in black.

This man was about thirty years old, with an ordinary face, the kind of person you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd, but at this moment his eyes were filled with resentment and despair.

With his jaw dislocated, he could not speak and could only make hoarse sounds.

Lin Feng crouched down, scrutinizing him with icy eyes, and then took out a black token from his pocket that was neither gold nor wood. On the front of the token was a ferocious beast head, which matched the pattern of the fragment that Xiao Qingli had picked up perfectly. However, this was a complete piece. On the back, there was also an engraved seal character – “鹄”.

"The Guardian?" Lin Feng weighed the token in his hand, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Looks like a big fish. Take him away and interrogate him carefully. I need to know who 'the leader' is, where he's hiding, and how he contacts Li Bing!"

"Yes!" The two scouts dragged the man in black up like a dead dog.

"Captain, we've found something here!" a scout whispered after prying open a seemingly ordinary brick stove inside the house.

Lin Feng strode over. The inside of the stove was hollow, revealing a square iron box about a foot in size, with a strangely shaped copper lock hanging on it.

"Open."

Among the scouts, there was one who was skilled in this art. He stepped forward, took out his tools, and fiddled with the keyhole for a moment. With a soft "click," the copper lock opened.