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

Inside the room, only Lin Feng remained, along with the flickering oil lamp on the table. The sound of rain outside seemed to intensify.

He took one last look at the warm (relatively speaking) and quiet study, and at the landscape painting that concealed the secret passage, without any lingering affection in his eyes. Then, he pushed open the back window, flipped out like a raccoon, and landed lightly on the ground.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out of the dead end and turned into a slightly wider alley, he sensed two faint, almost imperceptible auras approaching from the direction of the main entrance of "Moyunzhai". They were far away and very cautious, clearly professional trackers.

It's the "Shadow Guards"! They really did come looking for us!

Manager Qin's judgment was correct. He successfully diverted the pursuers' attention.

Lin Feng sneered inwardly, quickened his pace, and deliberately chose to venture into dark alleys, glancing back every now and then as if he were hiding in fear.

He wanted to make this "escape" look realistic, so as to buy more time for Manager Qin and the account book.

He deliberately headed towards the western part of the city, towards those relatively secluded and sparsely populated areas. The alleyways there were more complex, the night was deeper, and it would be easier... to settle the score.

Finally, as Lin Feng passed through an abandoned dye workshop area almost entirely swallowed by darkness, he sensed something. Two figures behind him noticeably quickened their pace, one on the left and one on the right, attempting to encircle him. They seemed to have realized this area was a good place to strike, or perhaps they had simply lost patience.

This is it!

Lin Feng suddenly lunged forward, disappearing behind a row of half-collapsed, hole-ridden dye vats in the ruins of the dye workshop. At the same time, he held his breath and pressed his body tightly against the shadow inside the largest, overturned, broken dye vat. Rain pounded against the broken vat, making a hollow "thump-thump" sound that masked his faint breathing.

Extremely faint footsteps. One approached from the left, its steps heavier and its speed slightly slower; the other charged straight in from the right, its steps lighter and its speed faster. A standard encirclement tactic.

Lin Feng slowly drew his short sword. He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his ears, sensing every subtle vibration in the air, as well as the location and rhythm of the two "shadow guards" gradually approaching.

The one on the left, about fifteen paces away, is carefully skirting around a pile of rotten wood. The one on the right, about twelve paces away, is approaching the row of dye vats where he is hiding…

It's now!

Just as the footsteps of the "shadow guard" on the right reached the edge of the dye vat, and his figure was about to emerge from behind the vat, Lin Feng moved! He did not rush out from his hiding place, but instead used his toe to sharply flick a half-wet, slippery blue brick on the ground!

"Whoosh!" The blue brick, covered in mud and water, shot along the ground towards the approximate location of the "Shadow Guard" on the left, and at the same time made a "thud" as it crashed into the rotten wood!

The "Shadow Guard" on the left was instantly drawn to the sudden sound and shadow, his steps faltering as he turned his short blade toward the source of the sound.

In that split second created by the interference, Lin Feng, like a fully drawn bow, suddenly sprang out from behind the broken jar where he was hiding! He didn't rush towards the "Shadow Guard" who was already close to him on the right, but instead pounced on the target on the left who was momentarily slowed down due to distraction!

His speed was so fast that he was just a blurry gray shadow in the rainy night. His short knife moved silently and directly towards the "Shadow Guard" on the left, who was exposed in the ribs by turning to block! This attack was planned for a long time and the timing was perfect. It was the moment when the opponent's old strength was exhausted, new strength had not yet been generated, and his mind was disturbed!

The "Shadow Guard" on the left was also an elite soldier. Though startled, he remained calm. Sensing the approaching gust of wind, he twisted his body and parried with his short blade. However, Lin Feng's thrust was merely a feint! Midway through the attack, his wrist flicked sharply, the short blade tracing a strange arc, avoiding the parrying weapon, and the tip of the blade shot upwards, aiming directly for the opponent's slightly upturned throat due to the twisting motion!

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced precisely into the cartilage of the throat! The "Shadow Guard's" blocking motion froze in mid-air, his eyes flashing with unbelievable horror. He only made two soft "gurgling" sounds in his throat before falling backward, blood mingling with rainwater gushing from his neck.

One fatal blow! Clean and efficient!

At this moment, the "Shadow Guard" on the right had fully reacted. Seeing his companion killed instantly, he was both shocked and furious. With a fierce shout, he thrust his short blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, into Lin Feng's back from the side! This thrust, fueled by anger, was swift and ruthless, sealing off all of Lin Feng's space to dodge.

However, Lin Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. While slaying the "Shadow Guard" on the left, he used the momentum of his charge to dive to the side and narrowly avoid a fatal stab from behind! At the same time, his body did not stop as he fell. He braced himself on the ground with one hand and rolled like a gourd towards a pile of scattered, dye-stained broken wooden barrels.

The "Shadow Guard" on the right missed his attack but didn't stop, pouncing forward like a shadow. His short blade transformed into a flash of cold light, enveloping Lin Feng, who was rolling on the ground! He saw that Lin Feng was highly skilled and decided to stop holding back, each move aimed to kill.

As Lin Feng rolled, he seized the opportunity and kicked a half-full, broken wooden bucket next to him, which was filled with some kind of paint waste liquid!

"Clang!" The wooden barrel was kicked over, and a thick, foul-smelling dark red liquid splashed out, drenching the oncoming "shadow guards"!

Caught off guard, the "shadow guard" managed to close his eyes and turn his head in time, but a lot of liquid still splashed into his eyes, causing a burning pain, blurring his vision instantly, and making him pause in his movements.

It was this brief pause, barely half a breath!

Lin Feng leaped to his feet, his short sword transforming into a black lightning bolt. Instead of slashing, it struck like a viper's tongue, piercing upwards from an extremely tricky angle into the gap between the ribs and chest of the "Shadow Guard," who was instinctively raising his hand to protect his face due to obstructed vision! That was a relatively soft and vulnerable spot on the human body, and not easily protected by inner armor!

"Ugh!" The "Shadow Guard" froze, the short blade he had thrust out halting in mid-air. He looked down in disbelief at the hilt of the blade embedded in his body, then looked up at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with resentment, shock, and a hint of...understanding fear. He finally understood that he was not facing an ordinary fugitive, but a hunter skilled in killing, whose timing and weakness were perfectly timed...

Lin Feng remained expressionless, twisted his wrist, and swung the short knife half a circle inside the opponent's body before suddenly pulling it out! A spray of warm blood rained out.

The Shadow Guard, clutching his bleeding wound, staggered back two steps, crashing into a broken dye vat with a dull thud. He then slowly slid to the ground, his head lolling to the side, and died.

He didn't dare delay and quickly searched the two corpses. Aside from standard short blades and a few throwing knives, he found nothing of value, not even a token to prove their identity; clearly, the "Shadow Guard" was extremely cautious. He only found a small, dark, jerky-like object wrapped in oiled paper in the pocket of the "Shadow Guard" whose throat he had pierced. It had no smell, and he didn't know its purpose, so he casually put it away.

Then, he determined his direction, and dragging his still tired but much lighter body, he once again disappeared into the rainy night, walking quickly towards the West City Military Command.