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

The thugs swarmed forward. Lin Feng pounced like a cheetah, kicking the man at the front to the ground, snatching the wooden stick and sweeping it across! In the blink of an eye, three men were on the ground.

Zhao Baihu drew his sword and lunged forward. Lin Feng dodged to the side, poked Zhao's wrist with his wooden stick, and then stepped forward, smashing the stick into Zhao's shoulder!

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. Zhao Baihu screamed and fell to the ground.

Boss Sun turned ashen-faced and retreated repeatedly.

"Stop." Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it made Boss Sun freeze in place.

"Hero, spare my life! It was Commander Zhao who forced me! He said Moyunzhai was in a good location and wanted me to take it over, giving him 30% of the shares!"

"Bullshit!" Zhao Baihu hissed, "You skinflint! You were the one who approached me, saying you wanted to ruin Zhou Wenyuan and take over his shop! You promised me five hundred taels of silver after it was done!"

The two fought like dogs, revealing each other's shortcomings.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Feng asked coldly.

The two fell silent.

Where is Zhou Wenyuan now?

"I really don't know! We haven't heard from him since he was arrested!"

"What about those Zhou guys you injured?"

"They were all driven away, given some silver, and told to leave Jiangling..."

"Did you drive the blacksmith's daughter from West Street to her death?"

Boss Sun's face turned deathly pale: "It was...it was Commander Zhao who took a fancy to that girl and wanted to take her as a concubine, but she refused and hanged herself!"

"You skinflint! You..." Zhao Baihu was so angry he was about to vomit blood.

"Shut up." Lin Feng kicked Zhao Baihu to the ground and looked at Boss Sun. "Where's the land deed?"

"In...in the hidden compartment of my bedroom..."

Boss Sun scrambled to his feet and grabbed a wooden box. Inside were the land deeds and house deeds for Moyunzhai, as well as several forged "sales contracts".

Lin Feng took it and handed it to Bai Xiaohe: "Keep it safe."

Bai Xiaohe took it, her eyes reddening.

"Good sir... you've taken the goods, can you let me go now?" Boss Sun said with a mournful face.

Lin Feng looked at Commander Zhao: "Commander Zhao, you are a soldier. You have seized civilian property and oppressed the people. What is your crime?"

Zhao Baihu gritted his teeth: "My brother-in-law is the prefect of Jiangling! If you dare to touch me, I'll make sure you never leave Jiangling!"

Lin Feng took out a black iron token from his pocket and flashed it in front of him.

Commander Zhao's face turned ashen: "Black...Black Scorpion Order? You're one of Black Scorpion's men?"

Black Scorpion? Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm: "Since you recognize it, you should know the rules."

"I know I'm guilty! I know I'm guilty!" Commander Zhao kowtowed repeatedly. "Please, Your Honor, spare my life! It was all Sun the Skinflint's fault that I was forced into this!"

"Take him to the government office and investigate him according to the law," Lin Feng said.

At this moment, four sharp-eyed men walked in from outside the door—they were Chu Yunfan's men.

"Brother Lin, leave these two to me." Chu Yunfan walked in from outside and said with a smile, "The newly appointed Prefect Chen is an old acquaintance of mine, and he will certainly handle the matter impartially."

"Then thank you very much, Brother Chu."

Chu Yunfan's men escorted the two, who were crying and begging for mercy, away. The shop fell silent. Bai Xiaohe held the wooden box, looking dazed.

"I don't want this shop." She shoved the wooden box into Lin Feng's hands.

"With my uncle gone, what use is this shop to me? I want to sell it and use half of the proceeds to help those they have harmed, and donate the other half to a charity."

Lin Feng looked at her, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

After leaving Wenhua Pavilion, Chu Yunfan said to Lin Feng, "Brother Lin, it's not safe to stay here any longer. Zhao Baihu's brother-in-law is the prefect. Although I can keep them in check for now, it's hard to guarantee they won't retaliate. I have a house in Luoyan Town, about 300 miles to the north, which is fairly secluded. If you don't mind, you can take your family and seek refuge there temporarily."

Lin Feng pondered. Chu Yunfan was right; Jiangling was no longer safe.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

That night, everyone packed their luggage in preparation for leaving the next day.

At midnight, Lin Feng suddenly felt something and quietly got up and went to the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, a monk in gray robes and a straw hat stood in the courtyard, his palm raised in one hand.

"Amitabha. Please wait a moment, benefactor."

"What advice do you have for me, Master?"

"This humble monk, Liaokong, has been entrusted by someone to deliver a message: Tonight at midnight, at the ten-mile slope north of the city, an old friend has invited me to settle an old grudge."

"An old friend? Who?"

"You'll know when you get there." Liao Kong turned around and disappeared in a few steps.

Lin Feng frowned. He returned to his room and told Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe about the matter.

"My lord, do not go; it may be a trap."

"Brother Lin, I'll go with you."

"No need," Lin Feng shook his head. "You all stay at the inn. I'll be right back."

At the top of Shili Slope, the night wind was chilly, rustling the wild grass.

Lin Feng stood with his hand on his sword, his gaze sweeping over the dozen or so white figures that were gradually tightening their encirclement, finally settling on Bai Zhi's aloof and stunning face.

"Miss Bai, Miss Xiaohe is no longer a member of the White-Clad Guard."

He spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear in the night breeze.

"She no longer wants to be a pawn and wants to live her own life. What's wrong with that?"

"The mistake was in betrayal." Bai Zhi's voice was completely calm, as smooth and cold as ice.

"Once you join the White-Clad Guard, your life and death are entirely in the hands of your lord. There is no question of willingness or unwillingness, only right or wrong. She leaked secrets, abandoned her post, and colluded with outsiders—each of these is a capital offense. General Lin, do not make a mistake."

Lin Feng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "Miss Bai, if His Highness Prince Jing knew that his men were acting in such a manner, what would he think?"

"Our lord has the world at heart; how could he concern himself with such trivial matters?" Bai Zhi said coldly.

"We know our limits in our actions. But why has the general been opposing us at every turn?"

"To help those in need when you see injustice. That's all."

Lin Feng took a step forward, the tip of his knife pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Miss Bai, if it's a fight tonight, I, Lin, will gladly oblige. But I will absolutely not give up on Miss Xiao He."

"Stubborn to the end." Bai Zhi gently raised her hand. "Form the formation."

More than ten women in white robes moved about the surrounding area with light and swift steps, instantly forming a sword formation.

"Kill." Bai Zhi parted her red lips slightly and uttered a single word.

The sword formation was activated! More than ten longswords thrust out simultaneously, their sword light forming a net that enveloped Lin Feng from all directions, sealing off all escape routes!

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced, drawing his longsword and transforming it into a streak of cold light that slashed straight ahead!

Swords clashed, sparks flew! The three women in white were forced back by the impact, their hands split open and their swords nearly slipping from their grasp.

But the swords from the sides and rear have already arrived!

He spun rapidly, the blade following his movements, transforming into a swirling ball of light!

A series of sharp, clanging sounds deflected all the incoming swords, sending sparks flying like rain.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than thirty blows. Although Lin Feng was trapped in the formation, his steps were steady and his swordsmanship remained undisrupted.

On the contrary, the women in white had sweat on their foreheads and their breathing was slightly disordered.

Bai Zhi watched from outside the formation, her brows furrowed slightly. She could tell that Lin Feng wasn't using his full strength; it seemed more like he was testing the strength of the sword formation.

Sure enough, after another ten or so moves, Lin Feng suddenly burst into laughter: "The formation is good, but unfortunately, your skills aren't up to par!"

Before he finished speaking, his sword stance suddenly changed! He stopped defending and went all out on the attack!

The longsword transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the weakest link in the sword formation—the white-clad woman who had just been knocked back and was now slightly unsteady on her feet!

"Watch out!" Bai Zhi shouted sharply, her figure flashing like lightning as she pounced forward.

But it was too late. Lin Feng's knife was too fast and too fierce.

The woman hurriedly raised her sword to parry, but with a loud clang, the sword snapped in two! The blade, however, continued its momentum, aiming straight for her neck!