Besieging the Yao Nest

The soil in the deep pit was still damp with fresh moisture, and a few wood chips lay scattered around its edges.

"We're a step too late!" Lin Yu's chubby face collapsed instantly, and he slammed a fist into the wall.

"The thing was just dug out. It shouldn't have gone far!" Lu San's voice was cold as iron, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding streets, which were gradually growing livelier.

Kuai Dayou blinked smugly. "Easy. Watch me."

With that, he turned to look around.

As a local power in the capital, he knew this area like the back of his hand.

Soon, his brows drew together. He shouted sharply at several ragged loafers and ruffians peering over from a distance, "Scarhead! Get over here! And you, Crippled Li! Are you blind?"

Though they were reluctant after being called out, the loafers clearly recognized this master carpenter, who had superb skills and connections everywhere. They also knew he was not someone to trifle with.

Scarhead jogged over with a fawning grin. "Master Kuai, I hope you're well. What wind blew you to this wretched place so early in the morning?"

"Cut the crap!"

Kuai Dayou glared and pointed at the empty pit. "Before dawn broke this morning, who came and took away this 'old companion'?"

"What did he look like? Where did he go? Spit it out!"

As he spoke, he took a small string of copper coins from his robe and jangled them in his hand, both tempting and threatening them.

The ruffians exchanged glances.

Scarhead was still the one who spoke, his tone carrying a trace of lingering fear. "Master Kuai... this business is sinister. Around the start of the Mao hour, when the sky was only faintly bright and the fog hadn't fully dispersed, 'White Paper Horse'