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

Late at night, at the end of midnight.

At the western end of the state capital, "Muddy Hollow," the daytime hustle and bustle had long since dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence with overflowing sewage, and the flickering, dim yellow light shining from the second-floor window of the Drunken Immortal Residence in the distance, like a single eye, uneasily peering at this darkness that was about to change hands.

In the woodshed in the backyard of the "Sanheyuan" (a traditional courtyard house), the lights were on, but it was completely silent. Lin Feng sat on a bench, slowly wiping an unsheathed horizontal knife with a piece of soft deerskin.

The blade is long and narrow, gleaming with a cold, bluish light under the lamp. Its edge is as thin as a thread, clearly crafted by a master and recently selected from the loot seized from bandits.

Eight people stood before them: Liu Sandao, Zhao Hu, Qian Bao, Sun He, Zhou Wu, Chen Da, Chen Er, and Hou Qi. Each was dressed in a sharp, black outfit, their faces smeared with anti-reflective black ash, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed brightly in the dim light.

No one spoke, only heavy, suppressed breathing and the occasional crackling of burning firewood.

"Is everything clear?" Lin Feng finally finished wiping the last inch of the blade, threw the deerskin into the brazier, raised his head, and calmly swept his gaze over everyone.

"Understood!" the eight replied in low voices, their voices not loud, but carrying a resolute killing intent.

"Among Zhang Biao's men, the only ones who can fight are 'One-Eyed Dragon' and 'Big Bear,' along with seven or eight trusted confidants. 'Iron Abacus' is a scholar, not worth worrying about. In Zuixianju, besides them, there are five or six guards, all of them are just for show." Lin Feng's voice was low and his pace was slow, as if he were stating something unrelated to himself.

"Brother Liu, take Zhao Hu and Qian Bao, climb over the back gate, and go straight to Zhang Biao's room on the second floor. Leave one alive; I have questions for him. Kill the rest."

"Yes!" A fierce glint flashed in Liu Sandao's single eye as he nodded emphatically.

"Hou Qi, you take Sun He and Zhou Wu and block the front gate. If anyone comes out, fire crossbow bolts at them. Don't let a single one escape."

"Friday, use your darts carefully, don't waste them."

"Yes! Don't worry, Master Lin!" Hou Qi licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Chen Da and Chen Er, take two brothers and guard the back alley. Prevent anyone from jumping out of the window or escaping from elsewhere. Remember, tonight, leave no one alive in Zuixianju except Zhang Biao. It doesn't matter if you make a big fuss, but be swift and decisive, leave no survivors, and leave no trace of us."

"yes!"

"After it's done, set fire to the front and back doors. The fires will be the signal; everyone must immediately evacuate and assemble here."

Lin Feng stood up, sheathed his sword, and hung it at his waist with fluid and natural movements. "Go."

"yes!"

The eight people silently clasped their hands in a fist salute and quickly split into three groups, like three daggers drawn from their sheaths, silently merging into the deep night of "Muddy Hollow".

Lin Feng didn't move, still standing in the woodshed, listening to the faint footsteps outside quickly receding into the distance, eventually fading into silence.

He walked to the window, pushed it open a crack, and looked in the direction of Zuixianju. The lights there were still on, as if nothing would happen.

But he knew that after tonight, the western part of "Muddy Hollow" would be completely transformed.

Mercy is reserved for allies and those who follow the rules. For a venomous snake like Zhang Biao, who is oblivious to his own mortality and stabs people in the back, only by eliminating him completely can we prevent future troubles.

This was also meant for the canal gang, and for those who were still watching or even harboring ill intentions—this is the consequence of opposing Lin San!

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and closed his eyes. But another image surfaced in his mind—within the high walls of the Zhou mansion, a window with a faint light, and silhouettes leaning against each other on the paper windowpane. Shi Xiu, Liu Yun, Cao'er… soon. Once he had a firm foothold and cleared away the obstacles in front of him, he would go to fetch them. And Chen tide, A Yue… Black Wind Valley, Ye Qingli…

Names and faces flashed through his mind, ultimately transforming into a colder, more resolute determination. He would become stronger, strong enough to protect everyone he wanted to protect, strong enough to create a sky of his own in this chaotic world, a sky no one dared to cross!

Zuixianju, the second floor private room "Juyitang".

Zhang Biao wasn't asleep. He was wearing pajamas with a robe haphazardly draped over them. His face looked unusually haggard and sallow under the lamplight, with puffy eye bags and bloodshot eyes. He was pacing restlessly around the room.

There was a wine pot and wine glasses on the table, but he didn't drink a drop.

When the news of the opening of "Sanhe Freight Forwarding" and Huang San being driven away by the officials came in the afternoon, he knew that he was finished.

Lin San was not defeated by the rumors; instead, he climbed to an even stronger patron! His biggest regret now is why he let the wolf into his house in the first place!

"Brother Biao, don't worry. No matter how arrogant Lin San is, he still has to follow the rules. We still have the land deeds for a few shops in the west, and the dock..." "Iron Abacus" said cautiously from the side, but before he could finish speaking, he felt he lacked confidence.

"Rules? What the hell are rules!" Zhang Biao turned around abruptly, kicked over the stool next to him, and roared.

"That kid's a living devil! Does he even respect rules? How did Song Mazi get crippled? How did the people of Black Stone Beach die? Huh? Tell me!"

"One-Eyed Dragon" and "Big Bear" stood at the door, their faces also grim. They had followed Zhang Biao for over a decade and had never felt so humiliated, being suppressed by a younger man and unable to lift their heads. Even their old hideout felt unsafe.

"Then... what should we do now? Maybe... we should ask Steward Zhou of the Zhou family? Or, what about the Prince Qi's mansion..." "Iron Abacus" trembled.

"Beg? What can we beg for? What do we have left to offer?" Zhang Biao slumped into his chair, burying his face in his hands.

"That old fox Zhou Wenyuan is even more cunning than Lin San! The Qi Prince's mansion... has lost a steward and is currently troubled; why would they bother with us?"

Just then, a muffled thud came from downstairs, like a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by a short gasp, which then stopped abruptly.

"What's that sound?" Zhang Biao suddenly looked up, glancing warily at the doorway.

"One-Eyed Dragon" and "Big Bear" immediately drew their swords and listened intently. Downstairs... it was too quiet. Usually at this time, the guards on night watch would at least make some noise.

Something is wrong!

"Grab your weapons!" Zhang Biao's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply, frantically grabbing the sword hanging on the wall.

However, it was too late.

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was kicked open from the outside!

Amidst the flying sawdust, three dark figures pounced in like ghosts! The one in the lead, with a hideous scar on his face and a sinister look in his eyes, was none other than Liu Sandao!

Behind him, on his left and right, followed two burly men. One was Zhao Hu, who had a slight limp but a very stable stance and sharp eyes like an eagle. The other was Qian Bao, who was tall and strong, holding a thick-backed cleaver and with a murderous look on his face.

"Liu Sandao?!" Zhang Biao was so shocked when he saw who it was that the sword he had just grabbed fell to the ground with a clatter.