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

Lin Feng took out the ebony token he had seized from Black Stone Beach from his pocket and slammed it on the table with a "smack." The twisted snake pattern on the token looked particularly ferocious under the light.

"Manager Qian, do you recognize this?" Lin Feng asked calmly.

When Manager Qian saw the token, his pupils contracted sharply, and all color drained from his face instantly. As if he had seen a ghost, he pointed at the token, his voice shrill and distorted: "How...how did this thing end up in your hands?! You are...you are..."

"Who I am is unimportant," Lin Feng interrupted him, picking up the token and toying with it in his hand. "What's important is that you didn't handle the Black Stone Beach matter cleanly. You impersonated government soldiers, robbed merchant ships, and left evidence. Now, rumors of 'gold hidden in rice' are flying everywhere. Prince Qi... probably doesn't want to see these things, and this token, appearing where they shouldn't be, right?"

With each word he spoke, Steward Qian's face paled further, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. Impersonating government soldiers to rob was already a heinous crime; if it were to implicate the Prince of Qi, it would be a catastrophe of confiscation of property and extermination of the entire family!

"What...what do you want?" Manager Qian's voice softened completely, filled with fear and pleading.

"It's simple." Lin Feng put the token back into his pocket. "First, the matter at Black Stone Beach ends here. 'Fu Rui Xiang' rice is just rice; there's no gold hidden inside. You're responsible for quelling the rumors. Second, give me the list of Song Mazi and his men, as well as everyone you know who was involved in this matter. Third, tell me, what is that batch of 'goods' that Prince Qi is so eager to obtain? Where is it now?"

Manager Qian's facial muscles twitched violently; he was torn to the extreme. To speak these words would be tantamount to betraying King Qi, a death sentence in itself. To remain silent, however, would likely result in this ruthless figure taking his life immediately, and King Qi would not spare him either, given the token and the consequences of his actions being exposed…

"I...I told you, will you let me go?" Manager Qian asked in a trembling voice.

"That depends on your information, whether it's worth your life." Lin Feng's tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.

Manager Qian slumped into his chair, his face ashen. Finally, driven by the will to survive and extreme fear, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! I'll talk! I have the list... that batch of 'goods' is... is..."

Just as he was about to reveal the most crucial information, another unexpected event occurred!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several crossbow bolts shot in without warning from the broken window frame at the back, their target being the slumped-down Steward Qian and... Lin Feng! The bolts were powerful and extremely fast; they were hand crossbows used exclusively by the military!

The moment the crossbow bolts shattered the window, Lin Feng felt a sense of alarm. Without thinking, he leaned back sharply and kicked over the table in front of him! "Thud thud thud!" Several crossbow bolts were deeply embedded in the table and the back of the chair he had just been sitting on!

Manager Qian was not so lucky. He was caught off guard and struck in the chest and neck by two crossbow bolts. His eyes widened and a strange "gurgling" sound came from his throat. He looked incredulously at the back window, as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

"Silence them?!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed with malice, and he pounced on the wall like a cheetah, avoiding the possible angles from which the crossbow bolts might fire.

At the same time, the sound of fierce fighting came from outside. It was clear that Liu Sandao had engaged in combat with someone, and the other side had a lot of firepower, including not only crossbows!

The other party arrived quickly and ruthlessly, and their goal was clear: they wanted money to get things done!

We have to go!

Lin Feng acted decisively, darting to the door and yanking it open. In the courtyard outside, Liu Sandao was wielding a short stick, locked in combat with four or five men in black armed with knives and crossbows. He was already at a disadvantage and had sustained injuries.

"Go!" Lin Feng shouted, and he swept into the battle like a whirlwind!

He had no weapons, but his fists and feet were his most lethal weapons! His moves were concise and ruthless, targeting vital joints. Like a tiger among sheep, he instantly took down two people and created an opening.

Liu Sandao's spirits lifted, and he forcefully forced one of the men back, joining up with Lin Feng. The two stood back to back, fighting as they retreated towards the courtyard wall. Reaching the wall, they leaped onto its top and vanished instantly into the darkness beyond.

Behind them came shouts of alarm and anger from the men in black, along with the sound of hurried footsteps, but these sounds were quickly left far behind.

The two ran swiftly through the complex streets and alleys, circling around several times. Only after confirming that they had completely shaken off their pursuers did they stop beside an abandoned brick kiln, leaning against the cold brick wall, panting heavily.

Liu Sandao was hit in the shoulder by an arrow, but fortunately it wasn't deep. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow, tore off a piece of his clothes to bandage it hastily, and his face still showed lingering fear and excitement: "Master Lin, just now... that was close!"

"Master Lin, so what should we do now..." Liu Sandao asked.

"Go back." Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to calm.

"Manager Qian is dead, but he didn't have time to give the complete list, and we don't know the whereabouts of that batch of 'goods' either. However, his death is both a good thing and a bad thing for us. The good thing is that the clues have temporarily gone cold, and things will be chaotic on King Qi's side for a while, and the rumors may subside. The bad thing is that the real mastermind is still hiding behind the scenes, and knowing that we are investigating, they probably won't let it go easily."

He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes: "However, by silencing them, they also exposed themselves... The scope is much smaller now. Next, it's a matter of who loses their composure first, who gives themselves away first."

"Then let's..."

"We must remain calm and composed while accelerating development," Lin Feng declared resolutely.

"Back at the 'Three Courtyards,' get the manpower ready for training and the docks organized. At the same time, find a way to leak information about what happened at 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion' tonight to the right people. For example... Steward Zhou An from Prefect Zhou's residence, or Miss Ye Qingli."

This pool of water is deeper and more murky than he imagined! Impersonating government officials and soldiers, looting supplies, framing others, and silencing witnesses... the forces behind this are probably extremely powerful!

He intends to use this situation to his advantage, stirring up the muddy waters even more, and scare out all the fish hiding in the depths! He will take advantage of this chaos to grow stronger, until he possesses the power to crush everything and uncover all secrets!

The nights in the prefecture are still long.

But the undercurrents of conflict and danger have been fully ignited by tonight's brief but intense confrontation at "Tingyuxuan".