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By the time they returned to the Grand Governor's Mansion, the city lights were already on.

Bai Xiaohe was waiting in the study, her face showing some excitement.

"Guards, we've spotted something! After nightfall, Hu Meng quietly left through the back gate of the Yongchang Marquis's residence again, changed into night clothes, and went directly to the back courtyard of the 'Yuelai Inn,' where he hasn't come out since. About half an hour ago, Zhou Mao's steward went to 'Huichun Hall' again, bringing back a doctor with a medicine box to the Zhou residence. Also, at 'Chen's Grocery Store,' a strange-looking man who seemed to have some difficulty walking went in around evening and hasn't come out yet!"

Several lines of investigation seem to be stirring at this particular moment of night! Hu Meng visits the inn late at night, the Zhou family requests another doctor, and suspicious individuals enter the surveillance point…

The prey seems to be getting restless.

"Are Chen Heng's men still keeping an eye on things?"

"Keep an eye on them! There are people at the inn, the Zhou residence, and the general store!"

"Alright!" Lin Feng stood up, walked to the weapon rack, took down the "Dingjiang" short sword, and slung it at his waist. He then checked the hidden weapons and poisoned dagger in his sleeve.

"Xiao He, you stay here and provide backup at any time. Send twenty skilled men with me when I leave the manor. Inform Chen Heng to take his men and keep a close watch on the 'Yue Lai Inn' and the Zhou residence, awaiting my orders. Tonight, we'll meet these cowardly scoundrels!"

"Yes!" Bai Xiaohe answered the order sternly.

As night deepened, the side gate of the Grand Commander's Mansion quietly opened. Lin Feng, dressed in a black outfit with a dark cloak, led twenty elite Duan Yue Guards, disappearing swiftly into the streets and alleys like ghosts blending into the night, heading straight for the West Market.

Lin Feng divided his men into three groups. He personally led the first group of eight men straight to the backyard of the "Yuelai Inn." The second group of five men went to meet up with Chen Heng and were responsible for monitoring the "Chen's Grocery Store" and cutting off any possible escape routes. The remaining seven men, led by a squad leader, served as a reserve team, providing covert support from a distance and responsible for perimeter security to prevent a large force from arriving.

Soon, the back wall of the "Yuelai Inn," a secluded courtyard, came into view. The wall was not high, but quite thick, and the two back doors, covered with sheet metal, were tightly closed. The courtyard was pitch black.

With his keen senses, Lin Feng could detect at least two suppressed breathing sounds in the courtyard, one behind the door and the other in the shadows near the main house. They were sentries.

He raised his hand and gave a series of concise sign language. The two Duan Yue Guards behind him immediately slid silently to the base of the wall like cats. One crouched down, while the other stepped on his shoulder, using the momentum to push off and climb over the wall. After observing for a moment, he gave another sign language: "Two people in the courtyard, behind the left pillar of the gate, in the shadows under the main house's corridor. No unusual activity."

Lin Feng nodded and gestured to the other four men to "take out the sentries and control the front gate." The four understood, and in pairs, they nimbly scaled the wall and entered silently. Two very short, muffled groans echoed from the darkness, followed by silence. The sentries had been silently subdued.

"Go." Lin Feng waved his hand, and with the remaining men, easily jumped over the wall and landed in the courtyard. Two Duan Yue guards had already dragged the unconscious sentry to a corner, tied him up with ropes, and gagged him. The courtyard was a small open space with blue bricks paving the ground. In the front were three main rooms, with side rooms on the left and right, all of which were dark.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the room and immediately locked onto the one on the left. A faint, extremely weak light shone through the crack in the window, and the paper window wasn't completely sealed, suggesting someone had been peeking in from inside. More importantly, a very faint, unique scent mingled with the smells of blood, wound medicine, and sweat lingered in the air.

He made a gesture, and a Duan Yue Guard skilled in lock picking immediately stepped forward and used a specially made thin iron wire to fiddle with the lock a few times.

"Click." A slight click of the mechanism, and the bolt was released.

Lin Feng suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door hard!

"Bang!"

The wooden door slammed open! Almost simultaneously, Lin Feng pounced into the room like a cheetah! Two Duan Yue guards followed closely behind, one guarding the doorway, and the other quickly lighting a short tinderbox half-wrapped in thick cloth that he carried with him.

The fire suddenly blazed, instantly illuminating the scene inside the house!

This was an ordinary guest room, but it appeared quite messy at the moment. Three people were sitting at the table, seemingly about to discuss something in hushed tones, when the sudden opening of the door startled them so much that they jumped to their feet, their hands already on their weapons! One of them was a burly man with a full beard—it was none other than Hu Meng, the retired instructor of the Imperial Guard! Another man had a sinister expression, his left arm in a sling, clearly from a recent injury. The third man was a lean, wiry fellow with shifty eyes.

Besides these three, there were two more people lying on the beds against the wall, covered with thin blankets, but their exposed arms and shoulders were wrapped in bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping out. They were fast asleep, like wounded among the escaped killers!

"Who goes there?!" Hu shouted sharply, pulling a thick-backed machete from under the table with a gleaming blade. The wounded man and the lean man also drew their daggers.

"You're the one who'll take your life!" Lin Feng shouted coldly, giving them no time to react. In a flash, he was already close to Hu Meng! The "Dingjiang" short sword in his hand transformed into a bolt of cold lightning, aiming straight for his throat!

Hu Meng, true to his background as an Imperial Guard, reacted with lightning speed, parrying with his sword! But Lin Feng's sword was merely a feint; midway through its trajectory, the sword abruptly changed direction, sinking downwards to slash at Hu Meng's wrist! At the same time, his left palm, like a blade, fiercely struck at the wounded man's neck!

"Clang!" Hu Meng narrowly deflected the sword with his own blade, his wrist suddenly feeling numb and tingling. He was shocked by the speed of his opponent! The injured man didn't even have time to react before Lin Feng struck him on the side of the neck with a palm strike. He groaned and collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, two Duan Yue guards who had followed up also pounced on the lean man and the injured man who had been startled awake and was trying to get up from the bed. The Duan Yue guards were all elite, and they quickly subdued the lean man, pinning him to the table and pressing a dagger to his throat. The two injured men were also swiftly brought under control.

Seeing this, Hu Meng knew that the situation was hopeless. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He ignored Lin Feng and suddenly threw the cleaver in his hand at the Duan Yue Guard holding a tinderbox at the door. At the same time, he retreated rapidly and crashed into the window, trying to break through the window to escape!

However, how could Lin Feng let him have his way? The moment Hu Meng threw his knife, Lin Feng had already anticipated his intention. He exerted force with his feet and arrived first, blocking the window before Hu Meng could crash into it! The "Dingjiang" short sword slashed horizontally, forcing Hu Meng to lean back and dodge.

"Stay here!" Lin Feng shouted, his sword strikes flowing like a mighty river, relentlessly entangling Hu Meng. Hu Meng's martial arts were not weak, and his swordsmanship was powerful and fierce, but having lost the initiative and panicked, he was no match for Lin Feng. In just a few moves, Lin Feng kicked him in the abdomen, causing him to stagger backward. Then, a Duan Yue Guard struck him hard on the back of the head from behind with a scabbard, causing him to faint and fall to the ground.