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

"No...no...that won't do..." Zhou Fugui said urgently, "The county government office is heavily guarded, you can't go alone..."

"I have a plan," Lin Feng interrupted him. "Conserve your energy. Wait for my signal."

He said no more and quietly retreated to the corner to observe the layout of the cell.

The back wall of the prison cell is made of earth and stone and has been in disrepair for many years, with cracks already appearing.

Lin Feng reached the base of the wall and found the back wall of what appeared to be room number three. He used a knife to pry open a loose stone, revealing a hole about the size of a bowl.

He continued prying, his movements extremely gentle. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he had pried open a hole large enough for one person to crawl through. From inside came Zhou Fugui's suppressed gasp of surprise.

"Don't make a sound, it's me," Lin Feng whispered, and crawled into the hole.

The cell was dark and damp, with moldy straw on the floor.

An elderly man covered in wounds and with gray hair was huddled in the corner; it was Zhou Fugui. When he saw Lin Feng, hope flashed in his eyes, but worry was more prominent than hope.

"Brave warrior, this is too dangerous..."

"Don't speak, come with me." Lin Feng helped him up. Zhou Fugui was injured and could barely stand.

Lin Feng carried him on his back, crawled out through the hole in the wall, and climbed over the back wall of the county government office along the route they had come from.

The whole process went surprisingly smoothly. The jailers seemed to have no idea that anyone would dare to break into the county jail.

By the time we got back to Kaoshantun, it was almost dawn.

Lin Feng first carried Zhou Fugui to an abandoned charcoal kiln in the back hills of the village. It was a secluded place, and no one usually came here.

After settling Zhou Fugui in, he returned to the small house.

"I rescued Qing Shuang's uncle," Lin Feng said to Ye Qing Shuang.

"He was badly injured in the charcoal kiln on the back hill."

Lin Feng led Ye Qingshuang and Su Wanyue to the charcoal kiln.

"Uncle..." Ye Qingshuang's eyes immediately reddened when she saw Zhou Fugui's miserable state. She rushed over but dared not touch him. She could only check his breathing with trembling hands.

"Still alive," Lin Feng said.

Tears streamed down Ye Qingshuang's face as she kowtowed three times to Zhou Fugui: "Uncle, Qingshuang is an unfilial son..."

Zhou Fugui opened his eyes, his gaze cloudy. He saw Ye Qingshuang, and his lips moved: "Qingshuang..."

"Uncle, I'm here!" Ye Qingshuang grasped his hand, tears streaming down her face.

Zhou Fugui turned his gaze to Lin Feng, panting, "Brave warrior... such a great favor..."

"No need for such formalities, Mr. Zhou." Lin Feng squatted down. "How are you feeling?"

"I...I won't die yet." Zhou Fugui smiled bitterly. "Brave warrior, Liu Laosan...won't give up. You...hurry up and leave..."

"What will you do if we leave?" Lin Feng asked.

"I'm just an old man, if I die, I die..." Zhou Fugui coughed. "Qingshuang is still young, she can't... she can't be dragged down by me..."

"Uncle!" Ye Qingshuang cried, "If we're going to die, we'll die together! I'm not leaving!"

"Silly child..." Zhou Fugui said, tears streaming down his face.

Looking at the uncle and nephew who depended on each other for survival, Lin Feng was touched in a certain part of his heart.

He thought of the women in white in Xiao Jue Valley, and the peace in their eyes. He also thought of the faces of those families and people in Qing Shi Town, and the injustice done to Zhou Fugui…

In this world, sometimes, where the law and reason may not be sufficient, drastic measures may be necessary.

"Boss Zhou, don't worry," Lin Feng said slowly. "I'll take care of Liu Laosan's matter. You two can rest here and recover. Once everything's settled, I'll take you wherever you want to go."

"Brave warrior..." Zhou Fugui looked at him, hope flashing in his eyes, but more so worry. "That Liu Laosan... has a lot of power, with ruthless thugs under his command, colluding with the county government, and even... possibly having dealings with the 'Black Wind Stronghold' in the mountains. You're all alone..."

"I have my own way," Lin Feng said.

"Boss Zhou, take good care of your injuries. Miss Ye, take good care of your uncle. Wan Yue," he turned to look at Su Wan Yue.

"You stay here and lock the entrance. Don't open it for anyone. I'll be right back."

"Husband!" Su Wanyue stood up, her eyes filled with worry, "Where are you going?"

"Go collect the debts," Lin Feng said calmly, his tone carrying an undeniable resolve. "Some people owe debts that must be repaid."

He took the machete off his back and weighed it in his hand.

"Wait for me to come back."

After saying that, he turned around and strode into the night, his figure quickly swallowed up by the darkness.

Inside the cave, the fire crackled. The three women stared in the direction he had disappeared, speechless for a long time.

After a long silence, Zhou Fugui sighed, "Qingshuang, your Brother Lin... is no ordinary man."

Ye Qingshuang nodded emphatically, her eyes glistening with tears and a strange light.

Su Wanyue walked to the cave entrance, gazing at the boundless darkness, and whispered to herself, "Husband, you must... come back safely."

In the darkness, Lin Feng's figure moved like a ghost through the mountains and forests, his goal clear—

Liu's Goods Storehouse in Qingshi Town.

The courtyard was dark, except for the west wing, where a man's rough laughter and the clinking of dice could be heard.

"...Damn it, another small one! What bad luck!"

"Uncle Liu's luck's off, let's try again!"

"Fuck you! I lost thirty taels today!"

It was Liu Laosan's voice. Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and like a cat, he crept to the window of the west wing, licked the window paper until it was wet, and poked a hole in it.

The room was filled with smoke. Four men were gambling around a table. The one at the head was a burly man with a fierce face and a thick beard, none other than Liu Laosan. His chest was open, revealing a menacing scar. The other three were his henchmen, each one a capable and shrewd fighter.

"Master Liu, I heard someone escaped from the county jail?" a horse-faced man asked while shaking a dice cup.

"Run my ass!" Liu Laosan spat. "It was that old bastard Zhou Fugui. Damn it, some fool robbed him. But it's fine, saves me the trouble of lifting a finger. I've already spread the word that it was Prince Jing's remnants who broke him out of prison, and the county magistrate is having a headache, haha!"

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" the subordinate flattered.

Liu Laosan took a smug swig of wine: "Once this blows over, Zhou's Cloth Shop will be mine! That location is perfect for opening a money exchange!"

"Master Liu is brilliant! But... what about that person who broke into the prison...?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Liu Laosan sneered. "Dare to go against me? I'll make sure he dies without even knowing how! Scarface Liu from Black Wind Stronghold has drunk blood with me. If you really push him too far, I'll spend some money and have the brothers in the mountains take care of him!"

Beneath the window, a cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Sure enough, they were colluding with Black Wind Stronghold.

He stopped listening, quietly retreated, and crept towards the storeroom at the east end of the courtyard.

He used a wire to pick the lock, slipped inside, and closed the door behind him.

The warehouse was piled high with goods, covered with tarpaulins. Lin Feng lifted a corner to reveal bags of salt. He lifted another corner to find neatly stacked iron ingots. At the very back, several long wooden crates stood out. He pried one open, revealing brand-new broadswords, their blades gleaming with a cold, bluish light—military-style.

Smuggling salt and iron, and manufacturing weapons illegally.

His gaze fell on a small, inconspicuous iron box in the corner. The box wasn't locked; he opened it to find several ledgers inside. He quickly flipped through them; they were the actual records of Liu's Trading Company's goods coming in and going out over the years. Besides salt and iron, there were also tea, silk, medicinal herbs, and even… people.

He put away the account books and was about to leave when he suddenly heard footsteps and the light of lanterns outside the storeroom!

"Who's inside?!" the night watchman shouted.

He'd been spotted! Without hesitation, Lin Feng blew out the tinderbox and slipped behind the pile of goods.

The storeroom door was pushed open, and two servants came in carrying lanterns, shining them around.

"Nobody's here? I clearly heard some noise..."

"Is it a rat?"

"A mouse can pick locks? Search!"

The two split up to search. One of the servants walked up to the pile of goods where Lin Feng was hiding, and was about to peek out when Lin Feng suddenly darted out of the shadows, covering his mouth with one hand and slicing his throat with a small knife in the other! The servant's eyes widened, and without uttering a sound, he collapsed.