"Wasn’t the Black Tiger supposed to be locked up? How did it get out?"
Han Dong arrived at the scene and asked.
Jiang Feng followed behind her.
"I don’t know, sir."
Chu Tianhe shook his head.
"Damn beast."
The Third-Rank Beast Master picked up a knife and hacked a few tis at the corpse of the Black Tiger.
His mount had died a miserable death.
The escort had failed.
This Beast Master from the Demon Suppression Bureau was filled with resentnt.
"Sir, Grand Commander Han wants to know why the Black Tiger got out."
Chu Tianhe said to the Beast Tar.
"I greet Grand Commander Han,"
Beast Master Lin Yuanfu bowed respectfully to Han Dong.
He knew that Han Dong was not only the Grand Commander of Zhenbei Prison, but also an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, and had an unusual relationship with Prince Xiao Ran.
"I’m asking you, how did the Black Tiger escape?"
Han Dong nodded and asked.
Lin Yuanfu recalled what happened and organized his words: "The Black Tiger went into heat and mistook my mount as a target to vent its urges. I was incompetent and tried every way I could, but I couldn’t calm it down. Fortunately, Chief Chu arrived in ti, otherwise... sigh!"
At the end, Lin Yuanfu felt deeply ashad.
"Isn’t it not the season for mating right now?"
Han Dong was a bit puzzled.
"It’s not just a specific season when beasts go into heat. This Black Tiger isn’t a pure Demon Beast, just a Half-Tiger Demon. When it’s in heat, it’s no different from a wild animal and very hard to control."
Lin Yuanfu explained.
He hoped to save so face for himself.
Han Dong nodded. The other was a Beast Master, so his words carried authority.
"Chief Chu, take your n and help them clean up. I’ll head back first."
"Yes!"
Han Dong turned and left.
Jiang Feng obediently followed behind her.
Mao Daming and the rest also returned to the third floor one after another.
"A Half-Tiger Demon actually managed to break open the special iron cage of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Good thing it happened after we handed it over to their people, or Zhenbei Prison would be in deep trouble."
Han Dong spoke while walking.
"With Grand Commander Han here, how could that beast dare to act up?"
Mao Daming flattered.
A group of people behind all echoed in agreent.
Jiang Feng walked at the very end.
Once on the third floor, he returned to the workshop.
A smile finally broke out on his face.
Last night, he’d gone to the Black Market, took all the silver taels he’d acquired from Cao Zhengyang, and spent it buying aphrodisiacs to make sure the Black Tiger would go into heat. He rolled the drugs into two pills, tid everything perfectly, and made sure the Black Tiger would go wild right at the prison gate.
In the end, he pulled it off without a hitch.
Just as he wished.
He checked the changes on his status screen.
Na: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 18567
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Great Perfection) Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Beginner)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievent ) Divine Arrow (Great Success ) Monkey Escape (Great Perfection) Loulan Slash (Beginner )
Realm: Third Grade (Refining Divinity)
Divine Power: Immortality
Black Tiger was dead, and as expected, his Fortune Points increased by more than eight thousand.
This showed that the Black Tiger’s existence itself was a huge threat to Jiang Feng. If it had fallen into the Second Prince’s hands, and there was a Beast Master around who could communicate with it, it might’ve revealed that Jiang Feng had taken the ledger.
Otherwise, Fortune Points wouldn’t have jumped by so much at once.
"Getting rid of the Black Tiger this ti was a bit lucky."
"With my current strength, I can’t fight Imperial Authority head-on. I’ll have to be even more careful from now on, making sure I don’t get dragged in by the Imperial Authority."
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
Although he had earned a wave of Fortune Points via the Second Prince,
The process was really too dangerous.
He could’ve been targeted by the Second Prince at any mont.
He had endless ti—no need to risk it all for so Fortune Points.
"Now that all traces are gone, I don’t have to worry about being found out by the Second Prince anymore."
Only now did Jiang Feng truly relax.
...
Imperial City.
In a secluded and secret courtyard.
The Second Prince was quietly practicing calligraphy.
He was writing the words "Tide Letter".
Once he finished,
the courtyard’s only old servant ca in and replaced his teapot.
"Fourth Uncle, has the Black Tiger arrived yet?"
The Second Prince put down his brush, carefully admiring his handwriting.
"No, the Demon Suppression Bureau just sent word—the Black Tiger is already dead."
The old servant replied.
"Dead?"
The Second Prince was surprised.
"They said the Black Tiger went into heat, broke out of its cage, killed the Bureau official’s mount, and in the end was stabbed to death by the Prison Army."
The old servant explained.
The Second Prince said nothing.
He slowly sat down on a chair, took a few sips of tea, then spoke: "Wu Tieshan said earlier that Han Dong was the one who took the ledger."
"Han Dong is a newly promoted Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, skilled with the two-handed sword, about as strong as Ning Hongzhuo, but I’ve never heard that she’s good at archery."
The old servant still found it all odd.
"Usually she keeps out of conflict, hiding away in the prison to cultivate all day. Who would’ve guessed she was Old Qi’s person?"
Thinking about it, the Second Prince felt he’d been played by Han Dong. With a bang, he slamd the teacup down on the table.
"Now the Black Tiger’s dead at the hands of the Prison Army—it makes it clear Han Dong is with the Seventh Prince."
The old servant nodded.
Both he and the Second Prince instinctively linked the Black Tiger’s death to the Seventh Prince.
Now that the Black Tiger died at the prison gate,
just as it was handed over to the Demon Suppression Bureau, it suddenly went into heat, then was stabbed to death by the Prison Army. Who would believe there wasn’t sothing shady here?
"Old Qi couldn’t do anything to via the ledger, so he had Han Dong get rid of the Black Tiger—just to disgust ! Since that’s how it is, I’ll play along as his big brother."
The Second Prince was a little pissed.
"Let’s start with Han Dong!"
"Have the Dark Hall people keep watch. As soon as Han Dong leaves Zhenbei Prison, capture her and send her to Xiao Ran. And write a letter to Old Qi, let Xiao Ran know it’s Old Qi helping him."
"Fourth Uncle, what do you think?"
The Second Prince finished and asked.
"Master’s plans are flawless—this old servant is impressed."
The old servant said respectfully.
"Then let’s do that."
The Second Prince was very pleased with his own sche.
He knew that this move would not only ruin Han Dong, but also turn Han Dong and the Seventh Prince against each other. More importantly, it might make the Seventh Prince and the Xiao Family stand opposed.
Zhenbei Prison,
Jiang Feng was just about to go off duty.
He’d gotten rid of the Black Tiger—his biggest problem.
Feeling much more at ease, he’d made plans with Uncle Huo to drink later at a tavern.
"Jiang Feng!"
Suddenly, as he reached the prison gate, a voice called out to him.
Jiang Feng was puzzled.
He turned to look.
There were two people standing in the corner.
One of them was actually that brocade-clad youth he’d t at the Academy the other day.
The other, about thirty, had a look of anger between his brows and a soldier’s bearing—clearly military.
"Are you two here for ?"
Jiang Feng found it odd.
Why did the brocade youth bring a military man—were they here to teach him a lesson?
"Are you sure you saw correctly? Was it him holding Dong’Er’s Identity Token and entering the Academy?"
The powerful soldier asked the brocade-clad youth.
"Brother Xiao, absolutely, it was him."
The youth affird confidently.
"Speak! Why did Dong’Er give you her Identity Token? What’s your relationship with her? Tell honestly, Your Prince commands it!"
The man stepped forward with great pressure, bearing down on Jiang Feng.
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