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

Do not pursue a desperate enemy.

Moreover, this place is not suitable for lingering.

He glanced around and saw that "Iron Head" had disappeared behind the gap in the fence with the box on his back. Hou Qi also dragged his box a dozen steps away, and Liu Sandao and "Mudfish" were also approaching.

"Retreat!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, taking the lead and sprinting in a different planned evacuation direction than "Iron Head." Liu Sandao and the other two quickly followed. Hou Qi gritted his teeth, using all his strength to drag the box behind them.

Five dark figures moved swiftly across the empty cargo yard of the dock, quickly disappearing into the crisscrossing piles of goods and the shadows of buildings, leaving only a few gradually cooling corpses at the entrance of the warehouse, and the dim, yellowish lantern still swaying in the wind.

Half an hour later, in the "Old Locust Tree" alley in Xicheng District, outside a secluded back door.

"Iron Head" panted heavily as he gently put down the box on his shoulder. Hou Qi was practically paralyzed on the ground, his whole body soaked in sweat and mud, his fingers trembling from the exertion, but his face was full of excitement at surviving a disaster.

Liu Sandao was cut on the leg, but fortunately it wasn't deep, and he had already hastily tied it with a strip of cloth. "Mudfish" had a cut on his arm.

"Knock knock knock." Lin Feng stepped forward and knocked on the back door in the agreed rhythm.

The door opened a crack, and an elderly man who looked like a butler peeked out. He saw two boxes on the ground, then looked at the men in front of him, who were disheveled but had sharp eyes, especially the young man in the lead, whose face was covered in dust but whose imposing aura was undeniable. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly opened the door.

"Quick, bring it in!"

The box was quickly carried into the yard, and the door was immediately closed.

The steward led them to a side room in the courtyard, where clean water, towels, and simple wound medicine had been prepared.

"You've all had a hard time! The master has instructed that you rest here for a while and have your wounds treated. Your payment will be served shortly." After saying this, the butler left to arrange for someone to inspect the two boxes.

Without any hesitation, the group cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it.

Hou Qi was exhausted and almost collapsed, leaning against the wall panting, but his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Lin Feng, filled with admiration: "Master Lin! You were amazing just now! You took down four or five people with your bare hands in just a few moves! I, Hou Qi, have never seen anyone so capable in my life!"

"Loach" and "Iron Head" nodded repeatedly, their gazes towards Lin Feng filled with awe.

Liu Sandao silently bandaged his leg, a complex light flickering in his single eye. He had long sensed that Lin Feng was no ordinary man, but the skill, courage, and calm command Lin Feng displayed tonight still exceeded his expectations. This was a skill far beyond what an ordinary veteran of the border army could possess.

"Who are they? They don't seem to be from the Grand Canal Gang," Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.

Those men in black were well-trained and ruthless, more like professional assassins or private soldiers.

Liu Sandao shook his head: "I don't know. But they're definitely not after the silk. Judging from their attitude, they want to kill everyone involved, including the goods. Manager Li's shipment is probably not simple."

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

The steward returned, followed by a middle-aged merchant in a brocade robe, slightly plump, with a wealthy but undisguised look of panic. He was none other than Manager Li of "Jinxiu Pavilion".

"Hero Lin! Hero Liu! All you brave warriors!" As soon as Manager Li entered, he bowed repeatedly to Lin Feng and his companions, his face filled with gratitude and lingering fear. "Tonight, we are truly grateful to you all! If it weren't for your exceptional skills, I... I'm afraid I would have lost everything and gotten myself into serious trouble!"

As he spoke, he took a heavy cloth bag from his sleeve and presented it with both hands: "This is the agreed-upon reward, three hundred taels. In addition, I, Li, will add another one hundred taels to calm the nerves of you brave men! Please accept it!"

Four hundred taels! That's no small sum! Hou Qi and the others stared wide-eyed. Lin Feng, however, remained calm, took the cloth bundle, weighed it in his hand, and casually tossed it to Liu Sandao: "Brother Liu, divide it according to the rules."

Liu Sandao took it and nodded.

Seeing this, Manager Li looked at Lin Feng with even greater respect. He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said with a worried expression, "Brother Lin, to be honest, this matter tonight... is probably not over yet. Those people are up to no good. They won't give up until they succeed. I'm in the open, they're in the shadows, and what will happen next..."

Lin Feng glanced at him and said calmly, "Manager Li's 'goods' are probably more than just silk, aren't they?"

Manager Li's expression changed, and he stammered, "This...it is indeed top-quality Suzhou embroidery and Yun brocade, but...the quantity was a bit too much, so we avoided some taxes..."

Lin Feng remained noncommittal and too lazy to point it out. The weight of those two boxes was far beyond that of silk. But he didn't need to delve into it now.

"If Manager Li is worried, he might as well stay home and strengthen his guard recently. Or," Lin Feng's eyes flickered slightly, "we could try a different approach. Instead of passively defending, we should actively find out who our opponent is and what their purpose is."

Manager Li gave a wry smile: "It's easier said than done. The other party is meticulous and ruthless. How could I, a mere businessman, possibly have the connections to investigate..."

"Perhaps, Brother Biao has a way," Lin Feng said meaningfully.

Manager Li's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline: "Yes, yes, yes! Master Zhang has many connections at the docks and in the city! Please, Mr. Lin, go back and put in a good word for me with Master Zhang. If you can help me investigate this matter and avert this disaster, I will reward you handsomely!"

"I will pass on the message to Master Biao." Lin Feng nodded.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Manager Li thanked them profusely and saw them off through the back door. He even arranged for an inconspicuous carriage to take them back to "Muddy Hollow".

"Master Lin, from now on I, Hou Qi, will follow you! If you point east, I will never go west!" Hou Qi patted his chest to show his loyalty.

"Loach" and "Iron Head" nodded repeatedly.

Looking at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, Liu Sandao suddenly said, "Brother Lin, tonight's events have a sinister edge. That Fatty Li is definitely up to something. And Boss Biao is probably in trouble too."

Lin Feng leaned against the car wall, closing his eyes to rest. Upon hearing this, he simply gave a faint "hmm".

Trouble? What he fears most is the absence of trouble. Only when the waters are murky will this hidden dragon have the chance to stir up trouble and rise rapidly. Manager Li's "trouble," and Zhang Biao's potential "trouble," may be the perfect springboard for him to expand his influence, accumulate capital, and even access higher-level secrets.

The night in the prefecture was still deep.

But tonight's brief battle at the dock, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, is destined to create ripples that will continue to spread in the city's underground world.

The name Lin Feng will begin to circulate quietly in the "muddy ditch" and even in the wider darkness, along with this clean and efficient "delivery" mission that achieved more with less.

Take the first step well.

Next, we need to consider how to proceed with the second and third steps.

Lin Feng has already made his move in this game of chess in the prefecture.