Chu Mu looked around his own house, then without hesitation, strode forward and opened the courtyard gate.
Patrol Inspectors were sprinting down the street, and there were no few pedestrians watching the excitement either. Chu Mu looked in the direction of the sound, and just as he had guessed, it was indeed near his house.
And quite close at that—right next door to his next-door neighbor. If Chu Mu remembered correctly, the owner of that house was an old scholar.
Though the old scholar was advanced in years, his heart for scholarly honors had not diminished in the slightest. At the Chang Residence Private School, one could often see the old scholar studying bitterly.
What left the deepest impression on Chu Mu, of course, was not this old scholar, but the old scholar's three daughters.
Strictly speaking, it was only after seeing the old scholar's three daughters that Chu Mu learned of the old scholar's circumstances.
Though he had only seen them a scant few times, in Chu Mu's view, in all of Nanshan Town, even including Wind and Moon Tower, there were few women who could compare with the old scholar's three daughters.
"Don't let them be dead..."
Chu Mu smacked his lips, but then realized something was a little off and hurriedly pressed down the wild thoughts in his head.
Although he had some notions, Chu Mu still had no intention of going to watch the excitement. In this situation, with Patrol Inspectors on duty all over the streets, people could still die—if someone said it had nothing to do with the rebels from Qili Village, Chu Mu would absolutely not believe it.
But this was clearly not good news. After all, when those rebels had acted before, they had always targeted Patrol Inspectors. It had been planned