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

He moved swiftly through the shadows of the staff, his fists, elbows, knees, and feet striking precisely at the joints and soft ribs.

There were no fancy moves, only practical combat techniques used in the military. The sounds of bones breaking and screams filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight servants lay on the ground, clutching their arms and legs and groaning in pain.

The remaining people were frightened and retreated hastily.

Master Zhang's expression changed, and he finally looked at Lin Feng properly: "Kid, you've got some skills. State your name, which gang are you from?"

"Just passing through," Lin Feng said calmly. "I'll pay off the Liu family's debt of one hundred taels for them. Give me the IOU, and the transaction is complete. We're even from now on."

"One hundred taels? Are you deaf? I said three hundred taels!"

"I said, one hundred taels." Lin Feng stared at him, enunciating each word clearly, "Not a penny more."

Master Zhang felt uneasy under his gaze, but he couldn't back down in front of everyone.

He forced himself to remain calm and sneered, "In this world, mere brawling is useless. Do you know who I am? My cousin is the Assistant Magistrate of Luzhou Prefecture! Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant for me!"

"The Assistant Prefect of Luzhou?" Lin Feng laughed, a cold laugh. "Such a high-ranking official. Do you know who I am?"

Master Zhang was taken aback: "You...who are you?"

"Lin Feng, the garrison commander of Shuofeng City, a fifth-rank Wude General." Lin Feng took out the somewhat worn bronze waist tag from his pocket and flashed it in front of Master Zhang.

Master Zhang's pupils constricted sharply. A fifth-rank Martial Virtue General? A border army commander?

Although civil officials look down on military officials, a powerful military officer of the fifth rank is someone a rural landlord like him can't afford to offend!

"You...you say so? Waist tags can be forged!" Master Zhang argued, but his voice was already weak.

"You can give it a try." Lin Feng put away his waist token and placed his hand on the hilt of his knife.

"Let's see if this knife can cut off your head, then we can go to the government office and get some answers."

Sweat beaded on Master Zhang's forehead. He had witnessed murder before, but the murderous aura emanating from this young man was one that had truly been forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He wasn't bluffing; he really dared to do it.

"Fine...fine! You win!" Master Zhang gritted his teeth, pulled out a crumpled IOU from his pocket, and threw it on the ground.

"One hundred taels! Give it to me!"

Lin Feng took out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket and threw it over.

Master Zhang picked it up, examined it closely, and confirmed it was genuine. His face turned ashen, and he waved to his servants, "Let's go!"

"Wait a minute," Lin Feng said.

"What else do you want?" Master Zhang turned around, his eyes flashing with resentment.

"The medicinal herbs and furniture that your men smashed at the Liu Family Medical Clinic are estimated to be worth twenty taels of silver. Pay for them before you leave."

"You..." Master Zhang trembled with rage, "Boy, don't push your luck!"

"Pay me, or," Lin Feng drew his sword, the tip pointing at Master Zhang, "I'll cut off one of your hands in exchange for these twenty taels. You choose."

The blade gleamed coldly. Master Zhang's legs went weak. He knew this man was truly capable of such a thing.

"I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!" He pulled out another twenty taels of silver from his pocket, threw it on the ground, turned around and left, forgetting even to take the sedan chair, and left in a sorry state with his men.

The crowd erupted in low cheers, but quickly dispersed. Master Zhang had long held considerable power in the town, and no one dared to celebrate openly.

Lin Feng sheathed his knife, picked up the twenty taels of silver notes, and handed them to Liu Rushuang: "Take these, and buy some more medicinal herbs."

Liu Rushuang accepted the silver note, her fingers trembling slightly, tears welling in her eyes: "General Lin... your kindness is immense, Rushuang... Rushuang has no way to repay you..."

"No need." Lin Feng shook his head and looked at Old Doctor Liu. "The old man's illness requires rest."

"Thank you, General... cough cough..." Old Doctor Liu was about to get up and bow again, but Lin Feng stopped him.

Su Wanyue helped Liu Rushuang sit down and said softly, "Miss Liu, it's alright. Master Zhang suffered a loss and won't dare to come again anytime soon. You should rest and recover."

Looking at Su Wanyue's gentle face and then at Lin Feng's composed back, Liu Rushuang finally shed tears.

The fear and anxiety of the past few days, her father's serious illness, yesterday's humiliation, and today's miraculous escape... emotions surged like a tide, and she buried her face in Su Wanyue's shoulder, weeping silently.

Su Wanyue gently patted her back, offering no words of comfort, and let her cry.

Lin Feng walked to the backyard of the clinic, drew a bucket of well water, and washed the dust off his face and hands.

Su Wanyue followed him out and whispered, "Husband, that Master Zhang... won't let this go."

"I know." Lin Feng wrung out the towel. "If his cousin, who is a deputy prefect, really is him, he might come looking for trouble."

"Then we..."

"It's alright," Lin Feng said. "I know what I'm doing. You go and check on Miss Liu, and I'll go to the street and find out more about this Master Zhang."

"Um."

Lin Feng left the clinic and took a stroll around Sanhedu Town.

Then he went to the carriage and horse shop to settle the bill for the carriage and horse he had ordered yesterday. He paid a little extra money and asked the shop to send a reliable assistant to drive the carriage and horse to the local temple five miles outside the town early the next morning—he didn't want too many people to know their whereabouts.

Then he went to the biggest teahouse in town. That's where the best information gets out.

I ordered a pot of tea, sat in a corner, and listened to the conversations around me.

"Have you heard? Zhang the Skinflint suffered a great loss at the Liu Family Clinic today!"

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"Keep your voice down! His cousin, the Assistant Magistrate, is not someone to be trifled with!"

"What's wrong with a sub-prefect? ​​He's a fifth-rank general with troops under his command! A sub-prefect is a civil official; he has no authority over the border troops!"

"That's true... But Zhang the Skinflint has suffered such a great loss, he'll definitely retaliate. That general should be careful."

Lin Feng listened silently, and understood what was going on.

He finished his tea before returning to the clinic.

Inside the clinic, Liu Rushuang had calmed down and was preparing medicine. Su Wanyue was helping her. After drinking the medicine, the old doctor Liu fell into a deep sleep.

"Tonight, I'm going to the Zhang residence," Lin Feng said calmly, "to settle this score."

"No!" Liu Rushuang exclaimed urgently, "The Zhang residence is heavily guarded. Having suffered a loss today, they will surely strengthen their defenses! It's too dangerous for the general to be alone!"

"It's alright." Lin Feng looked out the window. It was already dark, a downpour was imminent, dark clouds rolled in, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

"This kind of weather is perfect."

Lin Feng turned around and walked into the night, where it had begun to drizzle.

Liu Rushuang chased after him to the door, watching his figure disappear into the rain, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times in that direction.

"General Lin...you must...come back safely."

Su Wanyue helped her up, and the two stood at the door, gazing at the torrential rain, their hearts heavy.

The Zhang residence is located in the west of the town.

Lin Feng scaled the wall and entered the courtyard, bypassing three sentry posts, and headed straight for the main house.

The main house was brightly lit. Through the window, one could hear Master Zhang's furious voice: