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"Where does Third Master Gu usually stay? Besides the backyard of Jinyun Pavilion, is there anywhere else?"

Xiao Lian thought hard for a moment: "His real residence seems to be in Qingshui Lane in the east of the city, in a small courtyard with a crooked jujube tree in front. As for Miss Yunshang... I only know that she lives in Anxiang Tower and occasionally goes to... to Ciyun Nunnery in the west of the city to offer incense, but always at night, returning very late. That's all... I really don't know, sir, please spare me!"

The crooked jujube tree in Qingshui Lane! Ciyun Temple!

Hunter, it's time to close the net.

"General," Han Tao approached and whispered.

"We just received news that Third Master Gu left through the back door of Jinyunxuan half an hour ago and headed towards Qingshui Lane. He seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Yan Qing's men have already followed him."

"Alright." A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. "Have Lei Bao take thirty skilled men and come with me to Qingshui Lane. Yan Qing, continue to keep a close watch on Anxiang Tower and Ciyun Nunnery. Han Tao, you take the rest of the men and guard the camp until we get news."

"yes!"

As dawn broke through the clouds, it illuminated the majestic city walls of Shuofeng City. Lin Feng mounted his horse.

"Walk."

More than thirty riders, like arrows released from a bow, rushed out of the eastern suburban camp and sped towards Qingshui Lane in the east of the city.

The real contest is only just beginning.

Qingshui Lane is not long, and both sides are mostly low adobe walls.

It was still early, and the alley was quiet.

Lin Feng and his two companions walked slowly, like laborers rushing to work early in the morning, but their eyes scanned every courtyard gate.

When they reached the middle of the alley, Lei Bao suddenly nudged Lin Feng with his elbow and tilted his chin slightly to the right.

There was an inconspicuous little courtyard there, and sure enough, there was a crooked jujube tree by the door.

Lin Feng didn't stop walking past the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed several fresh scratches on the floor near the door hinges—the door had just been opened and closed recently.

The three walked to the end of the alley and turned into another side alley.

One by one, the other groups of people also crept over, silently dispersing in the shadows on both sides of the alley, some squatting, some leaning, like laborers taking a break.

"Old Dog, take two men, go around to the back, and block the back door. If there's any commotion, don't let anyone out," Lin Feng said in a low voice.

"Yes." The old dog picked two people and quietly slipped away to the other end of the alley.

"Lei Bao, you take ten men and guard the perimeter of the compound once we're inside. If anyone jumps over the wall, take them down immediately."

"Don't worry, not even a fly can get out." Lei Bao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Lin Feng walked to the black door, raised his hand, and knocked three times, neither too hard nor too softly.

"Thump, thump, thump."

There was no movement inside.

He knocked three more times, a little harder this time.

"Who is it?" came an old, hoarse voice from inside, filled with drowsiness and impatience.

"Fire deliveryman, the master asked me to deliver a load of good firewood."

Lin Feng replied in a hoarse voice, "This is one of the secret codes Xiao Lian gave me."

"Squeak—" The door opened a crack, revealing a wrinkled old face with cloudy eyes; it was none other than Third Master Gu.

He was wearing an old gray cotton robe, and his hair was a little disheveled, as if he had just gotten up.

Lin Feng could see clearly that the man's hand was very steady as he opened the door; his knuckles were thick and calloused. The moment he opened the door, a glint of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Where's the firewood?" Third Master Gu asked, his body blocking the doorway and not moving aside.

"It's in the back, bring it over right away." Lin Feng said, taking half a step forward as if to naturally squeeze through the door.

Master Gu's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand to close the door!

But Lin Feng was faster! He braced one hand against the door, while his other hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Third Master Gu's wrist!

Master Gu reacted extremely quickly, his wrist retracting and transforming his palm into a claw, gripping Lin Feng's pulse point! At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked Lin Feng in the abdomen! This move was both fast and ruthless; it didn't seem like something a fifty-something-year-old accountant would do.

Lin Feng dodged the kick by sidestepping, and with the force of his hand bracing against the door, he smashed the door open!

The third master Gu behind the door was so shocked that he took two steps back, but his feet were firmly planted and he did not fall.

He let out a low shout, and with a flick of his arms, his old cotton robe ripped open, revealing a tight-fitting black outfit underneath! At the same time, he reached behind his waist with his right hand, and a flash of cold light appeared—it was a soft sword!

"There's an ambush!" Master Gu shouted hoarsely, his soft sword trembling straight as he thrust it towards Lin Feng's face like a venomous snake.

But behind Lin Feng, Lei Bao had already led his men in! The narrow courtyard suddenly felt crowded.

Without a word, Lei Bao swung his short iron rod at Master Gu's soft sword! A crisp clang rang out, sparks flying. Master Gu's swordsmanship was cunning, but Lei Bao's strength and the weight of his rod made him unfazed in the head-on clash.

The doors of the other two rooms in the courtyard were also suddenly kicked open, and four dark figures rushed out. They were all burly men, holding short knives, and rushed towards the doorway.

But as soon as they came out, they were ambushed by the Shuofeng soldiers guarding the outside, and a chaotic battle ensued.

Lin Feng ignored Third Master Gu, knowing that Lei Bao could handle him.

He glanced around and headed straight for the main house.

The door was ajar, but he kicked it open and rushed inside.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table, and a cabinet. On the table were some account books, as well as writing brushes and ink.

Lin Feng glanced at it and reached out to lift the blanket. There was nothing under the covers.

He then pulled on the old cabinet. When the door opened, there were a few clothes hanging inside, and some miscellaneous items piled up underneath.

He crouched down and felt around at the bottom of the cabinet with his hands. His fingertips touched a slightly larger gap in the wooden board. With a forceful pull, a wooden board was lifted up with a "click," revealing a dark hole underneath, with a wooden ladder leading down.

There really was a cellar!

Without hesitation, Lin Feng ducked down and crawled down.

It was very dark down there, the air was murky, and there was a musty smell and... a faint smell of medicine. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could vaguely see that it was a small cellar with some boxes and trunks piled up.

In the corner, there seemed to be a figure huddled up.

"Who?" The figure moved and made a weak, hoarse voice with a strange accent; it wasn't someone from the Central Plains.

Lin Feng didn't answer, but took out a tinderbox and lit it.

In the dim firelight, a tattered quilt could be seen spread out in the corner, upon which lay a man, about thirty years old, with a deathly pale face and thick bandages wrapped around his chest, from which blood seeped. He had deep-set eyes, a high nose, and curly hair—he was a Di-Rong person!

"Harbala?" Lin Feng asked tentatively.

The Di Rong man's pupils contracted, and he struggled to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain. "You...who are you?"

It seems so.

Lin Feng made up his mind and was about to step forward when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps and Gu Sanye's angry roar from above: "Stop him!"

Immediately afterwards, the light at the cellar entrance dimmed, and a figure in black jumped down, a short knife in his hand gleaming coldly, aimed straight at Lin Feng's back!

Lin Feng used his sense of direction to dodge the attack, simultaneously striking the opponent's wrist with a backhand palm strike! The man cried out in pain, and the short sword slipped from his hand.

Lin Feng took a step forward and elbowed the man in the ribs. The man groaned and collapsed to the ground.

This brief delay was followed by a sudden and intense fight up above, filled with Lei Bao's roars and the screams of strangers. Lin Feng's heart tightened; he knew the situation up there had changed. Without further hesitation, he bent down, grabbed the Di Rong man, Harbala, by the collar, and dragged him up.

"Let's go!" Lin Feng shouted, half-dragging and half-carrying Halbala towards the cellar entrance.

Just as Harbala was pushed up the wooden ladder, a loud "boom" suddenly came from above, and dust fell from the cellar entrance! Immediately afterward, there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and a few muffled groans.

"Lei Bao!" Lin Feng shouted sharply.

"General! Reinforcements have arrived! Seven or eight, tough ones!" Lei Bao's voice came from above, slightly out of breath. "Old Dog and the others are fighting at the back door too!"