Night Curtain Killing Intent

It was the dead of night, and the moonlight flowed like water.

Near Three Mile Pavilion outside the city, Luo MingZi stood silently in the darkness of a towering abandoned watchtower.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps between the tiles, outlining his sharply defined profile.

His cold eyes pierced the darkness, locking onto the silent area below that had been swallowed by the locust forest.

Behind him lay a deathly, solemn killing intent.

The elite soldiers of the Commandery Commandant Office seemed to be hidden everywhere in the darkness, crossbows drawn, muskets loaded, suppressing their murderous intent.

Behind the nearby bushes, beside the hillocks, and within the haystacks, experts from the Enforcement Hall were scattered as well.

They restrained their auras. Some held Law Swords, while others pinched talismans between their fingers, holding their breath and concentrating their energy.

Everyone had already been waiting here for two hours, but Luo MingZi was not anxious in the slightest.

The clamor of the capital's academy-opening ceremony had yet to completely fade, but the undercurrents stirred up by the "divine artifact," the Steam Engine, had already surged through the night. Nanyang, Oirat, Persia, and various forces lurking in the shadows were all coveting it.

The imperial court had naturally made preparations long ago.

The Steam Engine could be promoted, but its blueprints and key technologies could not be leaked.

At the very least, Great Xuan Dynasty had to maintain its advantage.

Normally, this sort of matter did not fall under Luo MingZi's jurisdiction, and he had no time for it either.

However, someone had inexplicably delivered him a letter that morning, saying that the Japanese pirates who had allied themselves with the Jianmu Demon Man had infiltrated the city. They were plotting to obtain the Steam Engine's technology and were connected to a group