"Drive!"

The man rode a red horse and ran all the way in the direction of the imperial city.

He didn't stop.

Wait until the gate of the imperial city.

Take out a piece of token.

After eye-to-eye contact with a soldier, under the guidance of the two, they walked into a remote path.

He used his body technique to the extreme.

Run quickly towards a courtyard in the deepest part of the trail.

Waited until the gate of the courtyard.

The man fell to his knees.

Hold the token high above your head.

There was an old servant in the courtyard, in his eighties, who was pruning the potted plants in the yard, he glanced lightly, the man kneeling at the door, and saw a token with blood stains in the man's hand.

Then he walked silently towards the room behind the courtyard.

The man continued to kneel, his head on the ground, not daring to make a rash move.

"Childe, Ning Hongzhuo knelt at the gate of the courtyard."

The old servant said at the door of the room.

In the room, a boy in brocade clothes was writing behind the screen, and when he heard the words, he seemed to think of something, and the last strokes of the handwriting were messy. But eventually he rewrote the same word behind the messy word.

It is the letter of the tide letter.

"Let him in."

The boy in brocade put down the pen and said lightly.

"Yes!"

The old servant retreated and called the owner of Huya Mountain Villa, Ning Hongzhuo, in.

"Childe, the villain is guilty!"

Ning Hongzhuo didn't dare to enter the room, knelt at the door, and slammed his head on the floor.

"Why didn't Cao Zhengyang come over, but you?"

The boy in brocade sat behind the screen.

Ning Hongzhuo and Cao Zhengyang are both his henchmen, but Ning Hongzhuo is in charge of things outside the city, without his summons, he would not have come to the city to find him.

"Commander Cao is dead, he went to look for me outside the city last night, and after I handed over the things to him, he was attacked outside my villa, four miles away, and was shot on the spot!"

Ning Hongzhuo said with his head against the wooden board.

After he finished speaking, he felt that the brocade-clothed boy sitting behind the screen was breathing a lot heavier.

"Where's the stuff?"

The boy in brocade asked.

He hoped to hear the answer he wanted to hear, as for Cao Zhengyang's life and death, he was surprised when he learned that Ning Hongzhuo had come to him.

"Lost."

Ning Hongzhuo said stiffly.

After saying that, he felt that the screen in the room was vibrating, and he moved forward half a meter away, and the qi and blood on the brocade boy were boiling uncontrollably, as if he would not be able to suppress it at any time, and slapped him to death with one palm.

Ning Hongzhuo knew that the son of Jinyi had a noble identity, he had been guided by an innate grandmaster since he was a child, and he was a martial arts wizard himself, and he became a martial artist of the upper three grades at a young age.

Feeling the fluctuation of the brocade boy's qi and blood, he could only stick his head to the ground and wait for the storm to come.

"Say, how did you lose it?"

However, the qi and blood on the brocade boy gradually calmed down, and his tone returned to his usual state, as if nothing had happened.

"Commander Cao was a third-grade martial artist who was skilled in archery, ambushed and intercepted, the villain chased him all the way, and watched him climb over the city wall and enter the dragon capital, this person is very good, archery is no longer under me, although the head is covered and the face is covered, but the little one is sure that this person is not very old, no more than thirty-five at most!"

Ning Hong Zhuo said.

"How can you be sure?"

The boy in brocade asked.

"The black tiger raised by the villain has a special bloodline ability, can distinguish the age of humans, and has never made a mistake."

Ning Hongzhuo replied.

"I will ask someone to go to the Ministry of Rites and hand over to you the list of all the upper third-rank martial artists under the age of forty in Longdu, and I want you to find him out for me within ten days."

The boy in brocade said.

"Yes!"

Ning Hongzhuo didn't dare to disobey.

"Destroy all evidence of contact, including people."

"Shut down all the money banks, transfer all the materials, and burn all the things that can't be taken."

"Get all the people out of the villa."

"All the people who are in one-line contact, don't act lately."

The boy in brocade gave four orders with a face.

"Yes!"

Ning Hongzhuo kowtowed and slowly retreated.

He knew that if he did this, he would lose a lot, and even let the many efforts of the boy in brocade over the years be in vain.

But the ledger is lost.

Matters.

Once you get caught, the consequences are unimaginable.

This is the most sensible thing to do.

After Ning Hongzhuo left, the old servant who was trimming the flowers and plants at the door brought in a pot of tea that had been boiled.

"Fourth uncle, I have to trouble you to go to the Ministry of Rites, and then go to the dark hall to deal with some things in person."

The brocade-clothed boy smiled at the old servant.

"Okay, Childe drank this pot of tea first, and the old slave stayed up all night."

The old servant nodded.

Then pour out the tea.

It is said to be tea, but in fact, it looks more like a viscous dark red decoction.

The boy in brocade nodded.

Drink that pot of hot tea.

When the tea entered his abdomen, the qi and blood in his body seemed to come to life, and he was constantly absorbing strength.

Wait until the old servant retreats.

When he was the only one left in the courtyard.

"Boom!"

The boy in brocade punched out.

It hit the pillar of the beam, leaving a terrifying fist mark on it, and the power of the fist mark penetrated the front and back of the pillar, causing the back of the pillar to burst open.

His face was gloomy, and his eyes showed a fierce light, as if anyone who dared to appear in front of him at this time would be slapped to death by him.

The content of the ledger is very important, although it does not clearly point to him, but in the hands of others, many of his layouts over the years must be terminated immediately, and those who should stop must be stopped immediately, and those who should not be stopped must also be stopped.

Kill those who should be killed, and kill those who should not be killed.

The losses, and the possible costs, are known only to him.

Ning Hongzhuo soon received a detailed record of the upper third-rank martial artists under the age of forty in Longdu, as well as all the information on the upper third-rank martial artists that were recorded, regardless of age.

It was the old servant who personally delivered it into his hands.

And it's still just copied by someone.

Later, he also handed over some of the people of the Dark Hall to him.

Ten-day period.

Ning Hongzhuo didn't dare to waste a moment's time.

He flipped through the roster, recorded them one by one, and then asked his subordinates to investigate the whereabouts of these people one by one, especially where they were last night.

"Hu Wenxuan, the young hall master of the Demon Martial Arts Pavilion, thirty-five years old."

"Han Dong, the commander of Zhenbei Prison, is thirty-one years old."

"Guan Renzhang, major general of the city defense army, thirty-four years old."

……

Zhenbei Prison, Han Dong returned from going out.

Seeing that Jiang Feng was facing Wang Bantou, Ma Bantou, and Feng Bantou to lecture them, she nodded slightly, took the initiative to inspect the prison, and then returned to the courtyard.

"Give me to be smart, watch my subordinates, and don't cause trouble."

Jiang Feng asked the first few people in the Wang squad to recite it again.

After confirming that it is correct, let them each go about their own business.

In the end, he also personally inspected the area under his own control to ensure that the disaster would not befall his head, so he returned to the workshop and read some of the documents submitted by the team leader.