"Alright, you can go now," Zhang Rongfang said, waving his hand.
It was getting late, and he had no interest in wasting time talking to Xiang Ling.
"Yes." Xiang Ling bowed respectfully, turned around, tapped the wall three times, and landed on the ground after leaping over the wall.
Before long, the sound of footsteps fading away could be heard outside the wall.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes, stood in the courtyard, and quietly regulated his breathing.
About ten minutes later, he turned and went into the room, quickly wrote on Paper Scroll, and summoned the Xiao Hong Bird.
Insert the Paper Scroll into the bamboo tube, and then release the bird.
He squinted as he watched the red bird disappear into the night sky, lost in thought for a moment.
Knock knock knock.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the courtyard gate.
"Come in."
Zhang Rongfang's expression remained calm, as if he had expected this.
The courtyard gate was pushed open.
Wei Li, with her hair tied in two pigtails, entered wearing a white ruqun with flared sleeves and gracefully curtsied to him.
The courtyard gate was slammed shut behind her, and Wei Li cleared her throat.
"Sir, after more than a month of detailed investigation, we have indeed found some things."
The main force that has been targeting our Golden Wing Tower is an organization called the Zhengming Society.
This organization has many skilled members and considerable influence in Wushan Prefecture. Most are local experts.
"Why? Why are they opposing us?"
"My subordinates visited more than a dozen places and the results were all similar. The Zhengming Society members all had grudges against each other because their family members were affected by the Golden Wing Tower's intelligence or were assassinated."
They believe that Wushan Prefecture would be more peaceful An Ning without us.
"This is a summary of intelligence." Wei Li stepped forward and handed the Paper Scroll in her hand to Zhang Rongfang.
Zhang Rongfang took it and read it carefully. It contained a detailed record of the conflict between the Zhengming Society and the Golden Wing Tower.
The story mainly revolves around the relatives of many Zhengming Society masters who were assassinated by Maijin for various reasons, thus making them extremely resentful of the Golden Wing Tower.
The Paper Scroll clearly records that the Society Master the Zhengming Society was a swordsman Kunxu Sword.
This person was extremely powerful, but quite old. His record was killing an Eighth Grade expert in three moves. However, he was also exhausted and panting heavily afterward.
Zhang Rongfang "Kunxu Sword," nodded knowingly. He glanced at Wei Li.
"Is there anything else you wish to report?"
Wei Li thought for a moment and shook her head.
"There is none left."
"That's fine then." Zhang Rongfang crumpled the Paper Scroll roll into powdery fragments, which fell to the ground with a whoosh.
"That's fine here. How's the other task I assigned you?" he asked calmly.
"We've found everything, but isn't this a bit too risky, sir?" Wei Li frowned slightly, revealing a hint of worry.
"My investigation has revealed that Sea Dragon does indeed have strongholds in Wushan Prefecture, and more than one at that. These are all long-term strongholds."
The leader is a master named Qing Jiao. The location of their stronghold has also been found, but it's likely only a surface location.
After all, even if we are a specialized intelligence organization, it's impossible for us to perfectly grasp their movements.
"It's alright. Continue." Zhang Rongfang's expression was calm.
"Furthermore, my men who were following Sea Dragon entered and exited three different places."
These are Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion in Bianjing District, Dream Boat Society in West District, and Green Book Pavilion in Five Ridges District.
"Are you sure these three places are all related to Sea Dragon?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"Confirmed. I spend most of my time in these three places, absolutely no mistake." Wei Li nodded solemnly.
"That's good. Notify Qing Su's side. Send people to take action." Zhang Rongfang looked up at the moon.
"Starting tonight, I want the entire Wushan Prefecture to hear the sound of my arrival."
"Yes!" Wei Li could only nod.
Zhang Rongfang's expression remained calm. He naturally wouldn't admit that he was just itching for a fight, and since he couldn't just kill innocent people indiscriminately, he could only find some notorious guys to have a go at.
This way, I can both protect the safety of my Elder Sister and Brother-in-law- in-law's surroundings and satisfy my own physiological needs.
As for why we chose Sea Dragon?
That's naturally politically correct.
*** Nine Pool Town.
In the village where the Golden Wing Tower assassins lived.
One by one, Xiao Hong Bird fluttered down, bringing with them commands from the Spirit Envoy.
Duan Gu stood in his bedroom, looking at the Paper Scroll in his hand by candlelight, his expression solemn.
"So sudden." He pondered for a moment, then quickly wrote a letter on a Paper Scroll, tied it to the Xiao Hong Bird, and opened the window to let the Xiao Hong Bird out.
Then they packed their equipment and weapons, rushed out of the bedroom, and assembled the suicide squad.
Within half an hour, all 190-plus people had arrived.
Qing Su was also startled by the sudden news and stood at the front of the line with Duan Gu.
Now that she holds the military tally given to her by Zhang Rongfang, she is also one of the highest leaders of the entire suicide squad.
This represents Zhang Rongfang's status as Spirit Envoy.
Each team Captain lined up to lead their team.
"Everyone, get ready!"
Duan Gu stood at the very front and raised his hand.
"From now on, everyone disperse and proceed to the Prefectural City to await orders!"
They had to disperse and disguise themselves before they could safely enter the Prefectural City without being noticed by other forces.
"Yes!"
All the Captain bowed their heads and responded in unison.
Under the cover of night, nearly two hundred people gathered along the roadside outside the village, looking like ordinary villagers.
But the solemnity and orderliness on everyone's faces showed that they were far removed from ordinary villagers.
"Let's go!" Duan Gu shouted.
He didn't know why he was going to the Prefectural City, but as a death squad member, his job was to obey the Spirit Envoy.
Qing Su, on the other hand, also looked somber.
She had only just discovered a slight problem when she suddenly wanted to mobilize people to go to the Prefectural City center.
This sudden change gave her a bad feeling.
"Duan Gu Brigade, did the commander say what we're going to do? What's the exact location?" She tied her long hair with a ribbon and turned to ask.
"I don't know. We'll get news once we enter the city. We assassins don't need to worry about anything; we just need to obey our lord's orders." Duan Gu's eyes flashed, and he smiled innocently.
*** Bianjing District.
Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion.
In the bustling and vibrant Bianjing District, the most lively and luxurious place at night is undoubtedly the Thousand Surplus Tower.
The Thousand Surplus Tower with twelve floors, is decorated with layers upon layers of lanterns hanging along its edges.
A gentle evening breeze caused the bright sunlight to shimmer. It was a spectacular sight even in the entire Wushan Prefecture.
It is the most luxurious and enjoyable place, apart from the Thousand Surplus Tower.
It is the renowned Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion.
Unlike the Thousand Surplus Tower, the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion does not allow ordinary people to enter at will.
All entrants require a member's referral guarantee.
According to those who entered, the building has five floors, each representing the pinnacle of beauty. Each floor offers a different way to experience it.
It can be said that regardless of gender, as long as one is wealthy, one can find the type of entertainment they most want to experience here.
This five-story building is not far from the building over Thousand Surplus Tower, and the lights inside are far less bright than those on the building over Thousand Surplus Tower high.
But compared to that side, the guests coming and going here are all wealthy and powerful.
At this moment, on the top floor of Tianxiang Tower, by the balcony.
The person in charge here today is Zhong Qinglian, Seventh Grade expert.
He was dressed in a light blue outfit, holding a silk handkerchief, and gently wiping the slender blade on his knee.
He is skilled in swordsmanship. He started learning martial arts at the age of five and has practiced diligently for decades. Now he has finally mastered the Five Petal Lotus Saber family heirloom, to the highest level.
Having no other options, he joined the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion, using its abundant resources and money to forcibly boost his blood and qi with various Treasure Medicine, and to cultivate new Civilian Skill and martial arts skills.
It's a pity that, despite his talent, he lacked the privileges of a wealthy family from a young age. This resulted in accumulated internal injuries from past battles, preventing him from ever breaking through to High Grade.
Even if he takes a large amount of Treasure Medicine, it can only prolong his peak condition and extend his lifespan to a certain extent.
A cool night breeze was blowing.
Zhong Qinglian relaxed her mind and body, slowly entering a state of Civilian Skill practice.
As for security, he was on the fifth floor, and each floor below was guarded by various skilled guards.
Whenever something goes wrong, top-level experts will naturally step in to handle it.
He will only be asked for help if there is absolutely no other way to handle the situation.
The entire five-story Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion is home to thirty-two masters of various ranks.
They are all at the second to Fourth Grade rank.
He was the only one among those Fifth Grade.
With such a number of people, plus more than sixty thugs and guards to assist them.
It can be described as impregnable and heavily fortified.
He was simply enjoying the breeze and practicing his meditation on the balcony, unaware that someone was already watching from afar in the shadows below.
"That is Zhong Qinglian, the resident expert of the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion."
The top of a two-story residential building.
Several figures dressed in black looked at Zhong Qinglian from a distance.
These people were all wearing Black Mask.
The Jet Black Mask has thin lines on the forehead that extend to the bridge of the nose, resembling a tightly closed third eye.
The person standing at the very front was burly, and the only line on his mask was silver-white.
The two people standing behind him were ordinary white lines.
Further back, six people stood in a line.
The masks they wore also had white lines, but they were noticeably shorter than those of the two people in front of them.
"Are all the people you've dispatched here complete?" The leading figure gently touched his mask and asked.
"My lord, shouldn't you reconsider? The forces involved in the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion are extremely complex. If we act rashly, I'm afraid..." The Shadow figure behind him Tong Xin, couldn't help but advise against it.
He was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night to assemble, and then brought here.
Then, the newly appointed Spirit Envoy Zhang Rongfang told him that he was going to attack Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion.
Then the others were dumbfounded.
What the hell is going on?!?
Tong Xin was secretly furious; everything had been fine yesterday. The Spirit Envoy was still focused on his training, seemingly oblivious to everything else.
Everything changed tonight!
To be honest, if it were anywhere else, he would have agreed without hesitation.
But he gets a share of the profits here too!
He invested most of his fortune in a partnership with Huang Jiahailong, and it took him a lot of effort to get to where he is now. What the hell is going on?!
"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Rongfang's clear voice came from beneath his mask. "The night is long, Heartless sleep. I just came out to have some fun."
"But sir!" Tong Xin still wanted to persuade him.
"You're being a bit noisy." Zhang Rongfang turned his head slightly, fixing his gaze on him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Or do you think I need you to teach me how to do things?"