After Shen Linfeng taught the fat-headed boy a lesson, he went directly out of the back window of the Qinglou. Because the inn where he stayed was too close to the Qinglou, in order to avoid being discovered. Shen Linfeng first circled around Lisheng City, and only returned to the inn after about half an hour.

Just as when he came out, the window of the room was still slightly open. Shen Linfeng effortlessly jumped into the house from the window, and then closed the wooden window slightly, carefully observing every move outside the window.

The colorful lanterns kept swaying in the wind, the door of the green building was open, and from time to time a few girls would come out of the door. They were either crying or looking anxious, and their eyes were always fixed on the depths of the alley.

Shen Linfeng looked at them, and he knew very well without asking, presumably the old bustard must have been arrested by the fat-headed boy. For this point, Shen Linfeng did not feel innocent at all. Because in his mind, most of these old bustards in the Qinglou are in collusion with those bullies who sell girls and force them to become prostitutes. And the example he has seen is Qin Yushang, who is tired of the life of the Qinglou, but can't face the new life.

When he was in Changyang City, Qin Yusheng's singing voice was full of yearning for a better life and helplessness. So since then, Shen Linfeng has not had a good impression of these old bustards. Of course, it also includes the shopkeeper of Wanxing Building...... Wanxing!

Shen Linfeng borrowed the old bustard's hands to teach the fat boy a lesson, as for her fate, she can guess it without thinking about it.

The window was firmly closed, and Shen Linfeng couldn't help but yawn loudly.

Blow out the lamp and sleep!

The inn's dark corridors were silent, and dim candlelight kept dancing on the walls. At this moment, a figure moved slightly in the narrow hallway. One of his ears was attached to the door of the room where Shen Linfeng was, as if he was listening carefully to the movement inside.

The candlelight pulled the figure of this man long, and after a moment, he slowly turned around. What followed was a face of extreme vicissitudes. He turned his body slightly, and saw a long scar on his flickering face.

This person was the innkeeper Shen Linfeng saw during the day, he listened to the door for a long time, and after seeing that there was no sound in the house, he left quietly.

The shadow moved with him, his pace was steady, and he came and went without making the slightest sound.

When it was ugly, the military defense camp in Lisheng City.

The walls of the camp were strong and heavy, and the walls were filled with all kinds of sharp spikes. In front of the camp gate, two wooden frames stood up two raging flames. The evening breeze blew and the flames "whirred", adding a lot of majesty to the whole camp.

"Hey, who's who?, stop me!" a patrol of soldiers stopped a lavishly decorated carriage at the door.

"Presumptuous! Don't look at whose carriage this is, get out of the way!"

The soldiers on patrol looked stunned, probably because they were used to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and they didn't pay attention to the owner of the carriage in their hearts.

"Whew!", and the soldier pulled out his saber from his waist.

"Lao Tzu doesn't care who you are, it's curfew time, no one is allowed to stay here! Get out, hurry up and ......"

Before the soldier could finish speaking, he saw a golden gold medal suddenly thrown out of the carriage.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then bent down to pick up the gold medal. The body of the card is heavy, and it is made of real gold. The edge of the card is delicately patterned, and the word "Lin Zhuang" is engraved on it.

Although the soldiers didn't recognize who this "Lin Zhuang" was, this heavy gold medal in his hand couldn't be faked.

"Take it in and report it. ”

"Yes!"

A moment later, a disheveled, sleepy-eyed general walked briskly out of the barracks. When they reached the door, the patrol soldiers who had just taken the lead hurriedly leaned down to salute.

Where did the general have time to take care of the soldier guarding the door, he walked past the crowd and walked directly to the carriage.

"Subordinate to the garrison general of Nanyang Lisheng City, see Lin Gongzi!"

As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers who had just stopped the carriage were stunned. Especially the soldier who had just spoken out was trembling as if he was in an ice cave at this moment.

The curtain of the carriage opened slightly, and a man with a strange physique got out of the carriage. The general at the head was stunned, and then turned his gaze to the soldiers who were also full of questions.

"Lin, Lin Gongzi, what's wrong with you?" Yan Biao asked as he looked at Lin Zhuang, who had a thick layer of gauze on his cheek.

Lin Zhuang came to everyone with an unkind face, and as for Yan Biao, he nodded the whole time, and he didn't dare to breathe more.

Lin Zhuang snorted coldly, and then bypassed Yan Biao and walked in front of the soldier who had just spoken out. The soldier was like a mouse seeing a cat, scratching left and right with both hands, but he didn't know where to put it.

"I don't care what method you use, I don't want to see him again anyway!"

The soldier was like a deflated ball, and his body went limp and almost fell to the ground.

"Come on, take it down!"

"General, the general spares his life......" Yan Biao looked at the soldiers in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.

A bold attendant was curious, so he whispered in Yan Biao's ear, "General, who is that?"

Yan Biao glared at the person who spoke angrily, and then replied coldly.

"Plague God!"

The council hall and weekdays are strictly marked here to discuss important military and political matters with your subordinates. However, the general's chair in the middle at this time had already been occupied by Lin Zhuang alone.

Yan Biao sat on his side cautiously, and after a while, seeing the awkward atmosphere in the hall, he asked, "Young Master Lin, I don't know why you came to my small Lisheng military camp late at night?"

Lin Zhuang drank the cup of tea lightly, and looked at the expression on his face, as if to say, "You finally got the point!"

"I want you to help me catch someone!" Lin Zhuang gently put down the teacup.

Yan Biao let out a sigh of relief.

"Who does Lin Gongzi want to arrest?"

Lin Zhuang raised his head at the entourage beside him, and his subordinates understood, and hurriedly took out a portrait from the cloth bag in front of him.

Yan Biao carefully looked at the person in the painting, his appearance was ordinary, and he looked like an ordinary young man.

"What's going on, General Yan, can you catch this person?"

"It's not difficult to arrest someone, Childe, please tell me his address, and send someone to arrest him immediately!"

"Haha......" Lin Zhuang looked up and smiled.

"General Yan is actually laughing, if I know where he is, then why bother you?"

"What does that Childe mean?"

"I want you to immediately send troops and horses to search every house and every household in Lisheng City. Especially inns, taverns, these temporary accommodations!"