Zhang Rongfang swept his gaze across the hall.
"Search inside and out. Do not miss a single corner. Anyone who obstructs you, hit them hard."
"Yes!" Two Ninth Squad members swiftly led the official messengers to spread out and search.
The gambling house manager tried to lead his men forward to block them, only for one squad member to slap him aside.
Among the gambling house thugs seated in the hall, a stern-looking middle-aged man was about to make a move.
Clang.
Zhang Rongfang fixed his eyes on him.
"We are acting under orders. Anyone who dares make a move will be executed on the spot!"
The middle-aged man's fingers trembled slightly. As a Third-Rank Master, his complexion changed several times. After glancing at Zhang Rongfang's saber, half-drawn from its sheath, he ultimately did not dare act.
More than ten official messengers quickly searched the place once over, but found nothing.
Only then did Zhang Rongfang nod slightly and lead his people out of the gambling house.
As for how much the official messengers skimmed while conducting the search, that was their own business and had nothing to do with him.
He was only responsible for carrying out orders.
"Brother Zhang." Once outside the gambling house, Gelu Xilai quietly moved closer and swiftly stuffed a rolled-up bundle into his hand.
Zhang Rongfang glanced down. It was a roll of silver notes. The words "fifty taels" flashed past his eyes.
He smiled in satisfaction and quickly tucked the banknote into his pocket.
Gambling harmed people. So, to prevent this gambling from bringing disaster upon everyone, he had taken the initiative to remove this poisonous tumor. That counted as ridding the people of a scourge.
After leaving the gambling house, Zhang Rongfang led the team onward, continuing to sweep through the nearby