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

At 11:45 AM, in the eastern part of the prefecture, in an area near the back alley of the Qi Prince's residence.

Two dark figures, like phantoms blending into the night, silently swept across the shadow of a high wall and landed in a secluded corner filled with bonsai trees inside the wall.

It was Lin Feng and Liu Sandao. Both were dressed in neat black night clothes, their faces covered with black cloths, revealing only their sharp eyes.

"It's that one up ahead, 'Tingyuxuan'," Liu Sandao said in a low voice.

The house in front of us wasn't large, and the facade was quite ordinary, but it was in a quiet location, and there was no one guarding the door, giving it a deliberately low-key feel.

Liu Sandao's single eye flashed with a cold light: "This guy surnamed Qian comes every other day, always late at night. On the surface, he's the purchasing manager of the outer courtyard of Prince Qi's mansion, but in reality, he handles some shady 'wet work' for Prince Qi. The little leader under Song Mazi confessed that the person who contacted them and gave them the uniforms and tokens was a tall, thin man with a large black mole on his face and half a little finger missing from his left hand—his features match this guy surnamed Qian. Moreover, yesterday afternoon, someone saw one of Song Mazi's confidants sneak into the back door of 'Tingyuxuan'."

"It seems that this Manager Qian is one of the 'big shots' behind Song Mazi." Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. "Let's go in and pay him a visit."

Without further delay, the two leaped over the not-so-high courtyard wall of "Listening to the Rain Pavilion" and landed inside.

The courtyard wasn't large, but it was planted with some flowers and plants and kept fairly tidy. The main house was lit up, and two figures were reflected in the window, sitting opposite each other drinking and talking in hushed tones.

Lin Feng gave Liu Sandao a hand gesture, and the two of them crept silently to the window of the main room like cats, listening intently.

"...Mr. Qian, don't worry, that batch of 'goods' has already been transported out of the city, and I guarantee no one will know," a slightly hoarse voice said, with a hint of flattery.

"Hmm, well done." Another voice rang out, high-pitched with a hint of femininity. It was the steward surnamed Qian. "The Prince urgently needs this batch of 'goods.' The failure at Black Stone Beach has already displeased the Prince. If there's another mishap this time, we'll both be in deep trouble."

"Yes, yes, I understand," the hoarse voice replied repeatedly. "But... that new 'Lin San' who's popped up at the docks is a bit troublesome. Song Mazi was crippled by him, and many of our brothers at Black Stone Beach have also been killed, and we've lost... lost all those things. What if he follows the trail..."

"Investigate?" Manager Qian sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "A peasant soldier, relying on his brute strength, acts like a king in a place like 'Muddy Hollow,' thinking he's someone important? He dares to investigate? Wherever he investigates, that's where he'll be buried! Does he think he can stroke the prince's whiskers?"

"But..." The hoarse voice still hesitated.

"No buts!" Manager Qian interrupted him, his tone turning stern. "Just do your job! Someone will take care of 'Lin San.' What good is it for a dead man to keep jumping around? The most important thing right now is to deliver that batch of 'goods' safely to its destination. Also, the rumors about 'gold hidden in rice' need to be fueled even more, the brighter the better! Ideally, we should burn 'Fu Rui Xiang' and that reckless Lin San to ashes together!"

Lin Feng, standing outside the window, suddenly felt a chill in his eyes. It really was him! The mastermind behind Black Stone Beach, the one spreading rumors, and now he wanted to kill him!

Judging from his tone, the King of Qi seemed to be in dire need of that so-called "goods," even resorting to plundering by impersonating soldiers.

What exactly was that shipment? Weapons? Or something else?

Without further hesitation, he gave Liu Sandao a wink. Liu Sandao understood and quietly retreated a few steps to hide.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked open the door to the main room with a "bang"!

The wooden door swung open with a thud, slamming against the wall. The two men drinking inside jumped in surprise. The man at the head of the table was a thin, tall man in his forties, with fair skin, a mustache, and, as expected, a missing little finger on his left hand—it was Manager Qian. The man at the foot of the table was a burly man with a face full of scars and bulging temples; he appeared to be a guard or a gang leader.

"Who goes there?!" Manager Qian shouted angrily, his hand already on his waist.

The burly man reacted even faster, drawing his sword with a clang and holding it horizontally in front of him, watching Lin Feng, who had broken down the door and was wearing a mask, warily.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at the burly man with the knife; his gaze fixed directly on Manager Qian. His voice, coming through his mask, carried a chilling killing intent: "Manager Qian, what a refined taste. The business at Black Stone Beach has fallen through, and you still have the mood to drink here?"

Manager Qian's face turned deathly pale instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at Lin Feng: "You...who are you?! How dare you trespass on private property! Do you know whose place this is?!"

"Whose place it is doesn't matter." Lin Feng slowly walked into the house, closing the door slightly behind him to block the view from outside. "What matters is that you have to pay the price for what you did."

"Pay back debts? Pay back what debts? I don't know you!" Manager Qian tried to remain calm, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him. As he spoke, he secretly winked at the burly man with the knife.

The burly man understood, let out a low growl, and lunged at Lin Feng with his blade! The blade flashed brightly, whistling through the air, and aimed straight for Lin Feng's head! He was clearly a trained fighter, and his attack was ruthless.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded. Just as the blade was about to strike, he shifted his feet strangely, his body moving half a foot to the side as if boneless, thus avoiding the blade. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the burly man's wrist holding the knife and twisting it forcefully!

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out! The burly man screamed in agony as his steel knife slipped from his hand. Lin Feng followed up with a vicious knee strike, slamming it into his abdomen! The burly man was struck as if by a battering ram, letting out a muffled groan as he flew backward, his body arching, crashing into tables and chairs before collapsing to the ground, convulsing in pain.

From the moment the burly man struck to the moment he fell to the ground, it was only a breath's time. Manager Qian was terrified.