Under the cover of night, three shadows appeared near the courtyard.
The shadows were dressed in night suits, hidden in the dark corners by the wall, blending seamlessly with the night, making it extrely difficult to spot them.
"We should have done this sooner!" One person spoke in a muffled voice:
"When the man nad Fang first arrived in Gu’an County, he was without any foundation. Taking him down back then would have been much more convenient, and we wasted several months for nothing."
"Who knew he was that wealthy?" Another person sighed:
"Now with Square Porcelain’s business booming and its na expanding, not to ntion opening branches, the Wang Family can no longer sit still."
"We can’t really bla ourselves." Cloud Sparrow Huang Su was among the three, he chid in:
"The man nad Fang is rarely at ho. No one knows where he goes. Even if we wanted to use force, we wouldn’t know how to start."
"But now he has co out of the Three Purities Temple; we’ve finally caught an opportunity."
"Move!"
The three of them remained hidden in the shadows, silently climbed the wall, and crept beneath the eaves. One of them carefully lifted the window curtain and sprayed soporific inside.
A mont later.
One person waved:
"Go in!"
The other two held their breath, lifted the window, and entered, their eyes shining brightly.
The target is rich!
Although the full extent of his wealth is unknown, from his extravagant spending habits, there are bound to be at least a thousand taels of silver, which would be a fortune if obtained.
"Capture him alive!"
Huang Su growled, pulling out a rope from his waist and lunged at the bed.
"Hm?"
The first sensation surprised him.
No one was on the bed!
"Tsk..."
A spark ignited, illuminating the oil lamp. A burly figure appeared in the doorway, looking calmly at the three.
"Indeed, there are villains attempting to harm Young Master Fang. It’s not in vain that I’ve waited here for days."
"You are..."
Upon seeing the other’s appearance, Huang Su involuntarily narrowed his eyes:
"Du Sheng!"
Master of Pan She Martial Arts Hall, a peak-level Three Blood Martial Artist, a renowned expert in Gu’an County.
Disaster!
"It’s a trap, run!"
Without ti to think, the three rushed through the window into the yard. But before they landed, their hearts sank, seeing that torches had been lit throughout the courtyard.
Large n holding clubs, led by Du Qiaoyun, looked at them nacingly.
"Run?"
Du Sheng pushed the door open, sneering:
"Can you run?"
His steps were slow, like a long snake dragging along the ground, but bizarrely, in a blink, he appeared in front of one of them.
Spirit Snake Step!
"Ah!"
The man roared, facing the suppression of a Three Blood Martial Artist, dared not hold back in the slightest, flicked his wrist, and a dagger, evidently coated with poison, appeared in his hand.
The dagger glead coldly, in an instant, it danced like a storm, creating a dense net.
"Hmph!"
Du Sheng snorted coldly, his arm swung, the broad sleeve flapping loudly in the wind like a rainstorm falling on banana leaves.
The force carried by the sleeve alone could probably send a person flying.
Three Blood Martial Artists concentrate the force comparable to a fierce tiger within a small body, unleashing terrifying power.
It’s not just about strength...
Having fought countless battles, Du Sheng’s large hand passed through the dagger’s cold light and directly grasped the opponent’s wrist, and instantly Spiral Force erupted.
"Crunch..."
The black-clad man’s arm twisted like it had been put into a blender, instantly turning into a twisted vine, with bones even piercing through the flesh.
"Ah!"
The excruciating pain made the black-clad man scream miserably.
But he received no help from his companions. As he stalled Du Sheng, the other two directly rushed towards the least crowded area.
"Stay!"
Du Qiaoyun moved like startled swan, her soft sword shot out, piercing directly the back of one of them.
"Clang..."
The opponent flipped mid-air, held the sword to block, while the sword burst out cold stars, fending off all the approaching sticks and still having strength to charge forward.
Second Blood!
And by no ans an ordinary Second Blood Martial Artist.
"Floating Duckweed Sword?"
Du Qiaoyun engaged while shouting:
"You must be Wang Family’s Hu Yu!"
Three Blood Martial Artists were scarce in Gu’an County, Second Blood were few too, and those specializing in swordsmanship were even rarer, recognizable at a glance.
"Nonsense!" The black-clad man vehently denied:
"I don’t know any Hu Yu."
Speaking, he charged forward desperately in Du Qiaoyun’s interception, relying on the robust physique of a Second Blood Martial Artist, for a ti, none could stop him.
On the other side.
Huang Su’s body technique was superb, weaving in and out among the crowd, although struck a few tis by random clubs, it was harmless as he headed straight for the courtyard wall.
"Ah!"
The scream abruptly stopped.
Du Sheng put down the corpse in his hand and stepped forward again:
"Hu Yu, you stay here too!"
The aura of Three Blood erupted, scorching air ca over, making the black-clad man’s breath quicken and fear sparkle in his eyes, he couldn’t help but defend with all his might.
"Bang!"
A long sword flew high, Du Sheng likewise frowned slightly, retreated two steps back, holding his chest with one hand, blood flushing on his face.
"Father!"
Du Qiaoyun, unable to care for anything else, hurried over:
"Are you okay?"
"Haha..."
Though the black-clad man’s sword was knocked from his hand with a palm, his palm covered with cracks, bleeding profusely, seeing this, he was overjoyed:
"Turns out your injuries haven’t healed clean."
"Old guy, farewell!"
Saying so, he ducked amid the surrounding attacks, charging forward with his head held high, and with Huang Su, escaped over the wall, not without taking so hits.
"It’s nothing."
Du Sheng took a deep breath, waved his hand, and turned to look at Fang Zheng on the side of the courtyard wall:
"Young Master Fang, not capturing the thieves was due to my incapability."
"Master Du, what are you saying?" Fang Zheng chuckled, leaping down from the wall; he had been in Wu Hai’s courtyard all along.
This courtyard had already been set up as an ambush earlier.
"Master Du’s injuries..."
"It’s no serious matter." Du Sheng waved his hand:
"As long as I don’t agitate my Qi and Blood, I can live two or three more years without issue."
Du Qiaoyun’s face darkened.
Although Du Sheng’s corpse poison had been completely cleared, his five viscera and six bowels were severely damaged, even harming his body’s essence, his life is not long.
In two or three years, it will be his end, even Immortals can’t save him then.
"If I had known, I wouldn’t have let Master Du act personally today." Fang Zhengyin expressed remorse:
"It’s who made things difficult for Master Du."
"It’s nothing." Du Sheng was casual:
"If I don’t show so skill, outsiders might really think my Pan She Martial Arts Hall is empty."
"Dare I say!"
Soone spoke loudly:
"Master Du’s prestige remains, who would dare not comply? But can you two confirm that the black-clad individual was Wang Family’s Hu Yu?"
With the voice, a procession of more than ten people entered the courtyard.
All had long sabers on their waists, uniform attire, possessing a spirited air, evidently people from the Governnt Office.
The person in charge had a three-inch beard, eyes flashing with a strange glow, his montum matched Du Sheng’s, it was the County Governnt Office’s Three Blood Martial Artist Chief Luo.
"I can confirm that."
Du Sheng nodded:
"This affair must be related to the Wang Family."
"Then it’s settled." Chief Luo gently clapped his hands:
"Go!"
"Now it’s our turn, follow along."
The outer door opened, a black carriage had been waiting for a while, with Chief Luo’s order, the group headed to a certain place in town.
Fang Zheng walked alongside Du Sheng and his daughter.
He possessed great wealth, seen as having no foundation by outsiders, inevitably attracting covetous eyes. Today’s event not only resolved the trouble but also served to establish his prestige.
The initial choice of Pan She Martial Arts Hall, partly considered this aspect.
After all, Pan She Martial Arts Hall was equally down on its luck; going there wouldn’t make him a target, whereas aligning with another power might not protect his assets.
Now in good relations with Du Sheng, he could leverage the connection with the County Governnt Office.
Achieving multiple goals.
Even so,
He remained unafraid of any changes.
Pistols and returning to modern society were his trump cards.
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