Si Qianjun pretended not to hear him and took an intelligence report from a drawer. "This is an urgent assignment from Ezhou. I'm handing it to you."
Lin Shuguang took it, and Si Qianjun continued, "Leave tonight. The people from Ezhou can't get here until midnight at the earliest. Do you need to wait for their help?"
"No need for help." Lin Shuguang casually leafed through the report. "What's got them in such a hurry?"
Si Qianjun lowered his voice. "An internal mistake in Ezhou allowed someone to steal top-secret intelligence. If they can't recover it, every one of them can kiss their jobs goodbye... Your task is simple: go to the location provided in the report and find the targets, dead or alive. Leave the rest for Ezhou to handle."
"Duan He... Luo Jian..." Lin Shuguang frowned slightly at the information in the report. "It says the Star Sword Martial Hall is harboring them. Is this Star Sword Martial Hall in our jurisdiction?"
Si Qianjun nodded. "It's a demonic cultivator organization hiding in our territory. Complete this assignment, and we can talk about those cultivation supplies."
"It's a deal, then."
"You little brat. When have I ever lied to you?"
In the north of the city, the Star Sword Martial Hall lay shrouded in darkness. At eleven at night, there were already few pedestrians left on the nearby streets.
Inside the martial hall, three burly men kept carrying large crates from the courtyard into the warehouse. To avoid attracting any attention, they had left the lights off and worked quickly under the cold moonlight.
One of the men accidentally made a little noise as he stacked a crate, immediately earning a hushed rebuke from another. "Li Qian, be fucking careful! Don't you know there's gunpowder inside? One mishap