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

Shen Qingyi's face paled slightly, and she subconsciously took a step closer to him.

Footsteps approached quickly and stopped outside the door.

A gruff voice rang out: "Open the door! The authorities are investigating!"

Lin Feng gestured for Shen Qingyi to step back, then walked to the door and asked in a deep voice, "Who goes there?"

"Zhao Dahong, head constable of Yingchuan Prefecture! Ordered to search for notorious bandits! Open the door!"

Lin Feng slowly pulled open the latch.

Seven or eight men in black stood outside the door, with iron rulers and chains at their waists. The leader was a burly man with a thick beard and a face full of scars, none other than Zhao Dahong.

His gaze swept across the room, landing on Shen Qingyi. A flash of amazement crossed his eyes, but his expression immediately hardened. "Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going? Produce your travel documents!"

"Traveling merchants from the North, heading to Jinling," Lin Feng said calmly, taking out a forged travel permit and handing it over.

Zhao Dahong took it, pretended to look at it, then stared at Lin Feng: "Trademen? I don't think so. This afternoon, there was a big fire in the pine forest outside the town, killing more than twenty people. Was it your doing?"

"Just passing by, unaware of the situation," Lin Feng said without changing his expression.

"Unaware?" Zhao Dahong sneered.

"Someone saw you coming from the direction of the fire! Covered in blood! If it wasn't you, who was it?" He waved his hand, "Search!"

Several officers tried to force their way into the house.

"Wait a minute." Lin Feng stepped forward, blocking the doorway, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Dahong.

"Officer Zhao, you say more than twenty people have died. Where are the bodies? Who is the victim? Where is the murder weapon? Are there any eyewitnesses? Without any evidence, you want to search my room. Is this the rule of Yingchuan Prefecture?"

Zhao Dahong was taken aback by the question, then flew into a rage: "You dare defy the law? Arrest him!"

The officials rushed forward, wielding iron rulers and chains.

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced, his figure as fast as lightning, weaving between the group. Several muffled thuds were heard, and the three people at the front were sent flying, crashing into the corridor wall and slipping softly, unable to get up for a moment.

The remaining people retreated in fright, staring at Lin Feng with suspicion and uncertainty. This man was too fast!

Zhao Dahong's face turned ashen. He drew his sword and shouted, "Damn it, he's definitely up to something! Brothers, charge!"

"stop!"

With a sharp shout, Shen Qingyi walked to Lin Feng's side, took out a jade pendant from her sleeve, and held it up in her hand: "Officer Zhao, do you recognize this?"

The jade pendant, about the size of a palm, was entirely emerald green, carved into the shape of a dragon spitting out a pearl amidst clouds, and gleamed with a warm luster under the lamplight. Zhao Dahong stared at it intently, his expression changing drastically: "This...this is..."

"The Shen family of Jinling, my father is Shen Wenyuan." Shen Qingyi's voice was cold. "Officer Zhao, shall we continue the search?"

Sweat beaded on Zhao Dahong's forehead, his waist knife clattered to the ground, and he bowed deeply, saying, "So...so it's Miss Shen! This humble servant was blind and offended such an esteemed person; I deserve to die!"

"That's enough." Shen Qingyi put away the jade pendant.

"Today's events are a misunderstanding. My friend was escorting me back to Jinling when we encountered bandits on the way, which is why I ended up in this state. We were also victims of the pine forest fire. If Officer Zhao has nothing else to say, please return."

"Yes, yes, yes! This subordinate takes his leave! Takes his leave!"

Zhao Dahong felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He led his men, carrying his unconscious companion, and scrambled down the stairs.

The corridor fell silent again. Lin Feng looked at the jade pendant in Shen Qingyi's hand: "The Shen family?"

Shen Qingyi smiled wryly: "My father once served as the Prefect of Jinling. After he retired, the court bestowed this cloud and dragon pendant upon him as a keepsake. I never expected it to come in handy today."

"No wonder the constable was so frightened." Lin Feng nodded.

"However, his arrival was suspicious."

"Young master means..."

"The fire in the pine forest was only two hours old when the authorities received the news and learned that we were coming from the direction of the fire."

Lin Feng sneered, "The officials in Shuangqiao Town are well-informed."

Shen Qingyi frowned: "Young Master suspects that they are connected to those assassins..."

"They may not be in cahoots, but they definitely know something."

Lin Feng pushed open the window and looked out at the small town in the rainy night. "Tonight, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful."

Sure enough, just after midnight, several dark figures silently emerged from the wall behind the inn.

The dark figure lay in wait in the rain for a moment, and seeing that no one was around, it scaled the wall like a cat, landed silently, and rushed straight to the third floor.

The leader crept to the outside of room number one, listened intently, and heard even breathing inside; the person seemed to be fast asleep. He gestured behind him, took out a thin bamboo tube from his pocket, poked a hole in the window paper, and was about to blow in a sleeping incense—

"Friend, aren't you tired climbing walls in the rain?"

A calm voice sounded from behind.

The man in black froze, then suddenly turned around!

In the shadows of the corridor, a person had appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed – it was Lin Feng.

"Kill!" the man in black shouted, a short blade sliding out of his sleeve as he lunged at Lin Feng.

The others also drew their weapons and attacked.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded; he only moved when the blade was upon him.

He moved like a ghost through the narrow corridors, his fists, elbows, knees, and legs all becoming deadly weapons. With each strike, someone would fall.

The sounds of bones cracking, groans, and bodies falling to the ground were exceptionally clear in the quiet, rainy night.

Ten breaths later, all five men in black were lying on the ground, unable to move.

Lin Feng grabbed the leader by the collar, pulled off his mask, and revealed a middle-aged man with a sinister face.

"Who sent you?" Lin Feng asked.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Not going to talk?" Lin Feng pressed his finger on his Jianjing acupoint.

The middle-aged man trembled violently, veins bulging on his forehead, but he remained silent.

"The bones are quite strong."

Just as Lin Feng was about to ask another question, he suddenly heard a loud crash from downstairs, as if the inn's door had been kicked open.

Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of footsteps, shouts, and the clash of weapons filled the air.

"Upstairs!"

"Surround them! Don't let a single one escape!"

A large number of black-clad policemen surged up the stairs, led by Zhao Dahong.

He had changed into a more fitted outfit, was carrying a knife, and his face was no longer respectful, only showing a sinister grin: "Miss Shen, Young Master Lin, I'm sorry! Someone wants your lives, and I'm just following orders!"

"Zhao Dahong, how dare you!" Shen Qingyi had already opened the door upon hearing the noise and was both shocked and furious upon seeing the scene.

"Miss Shen, please don't blame me." Zhao Dahong chuckled.

"Your dragon pendant might scare some strangers, but it won't frighten the people behind me. Tonight, you and this young master Lin can rest easy on your journey!"

He waved his hand: "Go! Live or die!"

Twenty or thirty policemen rushed forward, their swords flashing, completely blocking the third-floor corridor.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold.

He hadn't intended to wreak havoc in the town, but seeing the situation, he knew he had no choice but to fight. He drew his longsword, ready to strike—

"stop!"

A sharp shout came from the top of the stairs. Everyone turned around and saw a scholar in a green robe slowly ascending the stairs, surrounded by several guards.