The First Military God of the Border

Feeling the beauty in my arms.

Lin Hui's hands were at a loss.

Wang Ping, who was standing to the side, saw this scene and sighed, "Don't look at what is improper, don't look at what is improper."

He tactfully left the room.

Song Qingyan was still clinging tightly to Lin Hui, and a faint fragrance emanated from her body.

With no one else in the room, Song Qingyan became even bolder.

"You...hold me...hold me tight...I..."

Song Qingyan's voice came through tremblingly; Lin Hui heard worry and fear in it.

He hesitated, thinking of what Ling Ziyi had said about her future sisters.

But he still let go of her and held Song Qingyan tightly.

Feeling the warmth from Lin Hui's strong hands, Song Qingyan closed her eyes and put even more effort into her grip.

After a while, Song Qingyan's emotions finally calmed down, and Lin Hui was dumbfounded when he saw her.

What's wrong with this girl? She fell asleep as soon as I hugged her.

However, upon further reflection, Lin Hui quickly understood.

After a long period of intense nervous tension, it's human instinct to completely relax and fall asleep.

Lin Hui thought of taking Song Qingyan back so that he could get some rest.

Just then, Wang Ping arrived, dragging Hu Ning, who was lying there like a dead dog.

He threw Hu Ning to the ground and said, "The rest is up to you. I need to keep an eye on things outside the city."

Lin Hui nodded: "Thank you, brother."

"Don't mention it."

After everyone had left, another voice came: "Take it easy. Boss Song is much more formidable than your wife at home. Be careful your legs don't give way."

Lin Hui turned to look at Hu Ning, gently put Song Qingyan down, and then walked towards him.

At this moment, Hu Ning didn't even have the courage to run away; his whole body was trembling.

Lin Hui kicked him.

"Stop pretending. No matter how much you pretend, your crimes cannot be forgiven."

"Don't hit me, don't hit me... I... I..."

Hu Ning could barely speak, afraid that Lin Hui would kick him.

He slowly stood up, looking at Lin Hui from afar with a face full of terror. The scene of Lin Hui killing Yang Yun just now lingered in his mind.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Lin Hui's murderous expression, and almost fell over again: "Lin, Hunter Lin, I..."

Without saying a word, he knelt down with a thud, then kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Hunter Lin, I was wrong, I'll never do it again, please don't kill me, please don't kill me."

"Hunter Lin, was it Cheng Wuyou's idea to kidnap Boss Song? I just wanted the recipe, I really didn't mean to hurt Boss Song."

Lin Hui looked at him, expressionless.

"Boss Hu, you're someone important now. It's really not too late for you to do something like this."

"You don't need to rush to explain. I know what kind of person you are."

He used his foot to lift Hu Ning's chin and slowly said, "It's not that I can't spare you, but it depends on how you behave."

"Now, if you answer my questions truthfully, I might consider sparing your life."

Hu Ning nodded hurriedly.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you whatever you ask."

"Okay, I'll ask you, whose place is this?"

"This is Cheng Wuyou's secret base in Linjiang County. I only found out about it recently."

"Then tell me, how come there are so many experts in this courtyard? These people are not ordinary border troops."

"I...this..."

Hu Ning hesitated, his eyes darting around frantically, and dared not speak.

Upon seeing this, Lin Hui chuckled, kicked Hu Ning to the ground, and then pulled out a dagger and slashed at the air.

Hu Ning thought he was going to be killed, and screamed in fright.

"If you don't talk, I'll put my dagger to your neck. This knife kills without drawing blood, it won't hurt..."

Just then, a noise came from the bed. Lin Hui looked up and saw that Hu Ning's scream had woken Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan walked to Lin Hui's side and gave him a gentle and knowing smile, which made Lin Hui stare in a daze.

Song Qingyan looked down at Hu Ning on the ground, about to speak, when she smelled a strange odor.

"What a spineless bastard."

Song Qingyan said dismissively, her face revealing her disgust for Hu Ning.

Seeing this, Lin Hui chuckled and took Song Qingyan's hand, saying, "Sister, it's alright. I just want to ask you something. This place is not simple. There are more than a dozen experts guarding the outside. I'm afraid there's something secret here."

Song Qingyan nodded.

"Will you tell or not?"

Lin Hui looked at him: "This is the last time I'll ask you. Even if I kill you, I can still find out the secrets of this place."

Hu Ning was frightened. He knew that Lin Hui was ruthless and that there was no point in hiding it now.

"Lin, Hunter Lin, actually this place is..."

"explain……."

"This is Cheng Wuyou's secret base. There is a secret room under the west wing where some things are hidden."

Lin Hui chuckled. Sure enough, there was a secret here.

"Come on, lead the way."

Hu Ning led the way, and Lin Hui and Song Qingyan walked side by side to the west wing.

Lin Hui wasn't in a hurry. He first looked around the room to make sure there were no traps or mechanisms. After confirming that there were no problems in the room, he said, "Open it."

Hu Ning reluctantly opened the door to an underground chamber. As the opening was made, the steps leading down to the chamber were clearly visible.

"You can go down now."

Lin Hui and Song Qingyan followed behind.

After climbing about a dozen steps, Lin Hui and his group reached the bottom. The space below was enormous, so large that Lin Hui found it hard to believe.

What's even more astonishing is that such a large underground space contains a lot of supplies.

There was food, weapons, and a large amount of other supplies.

The largest quantity of food was grain, neatly stacked in sacks in the cellar, reaching all the way to the ceiling.

These burlap sacks were marked; some said Ningyuan, some said Beigou Granary, and some had no markings at all.

Lin Hui used a dagger to cut open a bag and pulled out a handful of grain, all of it top-quality rice.

"Lin Hui, the grain here is so plentiful that it would probably feed the entire population of Linjiang County for a year."

Song Qingyan stared blankly at the large amount of food.

Looking at the grain, Lin Hui made a rough estimate in his mind: "It should be around five thousand shi."

Upon hearing this number, Song Qingyan was even more shocked.

Lin Hui turned to stare at Hu Ning and asked, "Tell me, where did this grain come from, and why is it hidden here?"

Hu Ning knew that things had come to this point and there was no way to hide it, so he simply said, "These grains were all sent from Ningyuan Town, and some came from Beigou Granary."

"These were all obtained by Cheng Wuyou; they have nothing to do with me."

When was the last time food was delivered?

"About three days ago, I was out of my mind and went to Ningyuan Town to ask Cheng Wuyou for help, hoping he could ruin the business of Shiweitian Restaurant. At that time, he sent the people who delivered the grain back with me."

Lin Hui suddenly remembered something and asked, "Was it sent by Deputy General Chen Ning?"

"yes……."

If that's the case, then things make sense. This grain should be the military pay that Cheng Wuyou withheld, and the portion from the Beigou granary should be the result of a false report.

What about those that aren't marked?

Settle down in a shack.

At that time, Fan Wujiu and his group found a large amount of grain and gold and silver treasures in Anjia. Later, Lin Hui went to the ruins of Anjia Mansion and found nothing left. It could only have been taken away by Cheng Wuyou.

It was hidden here.

"Boss Hu, do you know the purpose of these grains and weapons?"

"I……."

"Tell me... or I'll kill you right now."

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

"Cheng Wuyou is a very greedy man. After he brings the grain here, he will have me trade with the Northern Wilderness regularly, using the name of the caravan to cross the border, and then send the silver to his mansion in Ningyuan Town. The same goes for weapons, but the quantity of weapons is relatively small, only once or twice a year."

"What a Cheng Wuyou! What's the difference between this and treason? He deserves to die."