Zhang Rongfang watched the scene before him in shock.
Those three experts, each at least Sixth Grade, had been shot to death alive beneath the rain of arrows during the siege.
Aside from the few experts killed in the initial one-on-one sneak attacks,
once the officers and soldiers got serious, the three of them caused little further damage.
In the end, they only managed to kill two Black Prison Army soldiers and several unlucky ordinary official messengers who were crushed to death from afar.
That was the end of it. This is the elite force of Ling Ting.
Three Sea Dragon experts above Sixth Grade—one of them, judging by his movement technique alone, was no worse than Zhang Rongfang.
Yet these three had shown him with their lives just how powerless martial artists were before an army.
Before long, each squad withdrew. Several laborers brought in by the yamen stepped forward to carry away the corpses.
Moving corpses was considered an extremely inauspicious task, so such work was generally done by slave laborers.
Zhang Rongfang left with Ninth Squad and returned to the Ministry of Justice.
But the case had yet to be closed. Though the culprits had been found, Zhao Ying, the rich man's daughter, was still missing.
Several days later.
Zhang Rongfang had just accumulated a few more Attribute Points when the patrol warden department sent over a major criminal under escort. He was to be imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice while awaiting trial.
Yet strangely, the major criminal who had been escorted over simply remained there.
The hearing that had been mentioned at first never came.
But the sharp-eyed Zhang Rongfang vaguely sensed that an opportunity had arrived.
The night of August twenty-fourth.
Outside the side gate of the Ministry of Justice.
A shadow emerged slowly