Yang Zhengshan had sent Wu Zhan to Southern Frontier Town to gather information, but Southern Frontier Town was no ordinary place.
The Duke of Xing Mansion had operated in Southern Frontier Town for nearly two hundred years, long since running the place as tight as an iron barrel—more formidable even than Chongshan Town back when Yang Zhengshan had been there.
When Wu Zhan first entered Nanhua City, no one had paid him any attention, but the moment he spent money to bribe servants of the Duke of Xing Mansion, he was marked.
This could not really be blamed on his carelessness. He truly had not expected that merely bribing two servants of the Duke of Xing Mansion would give someone a handle on him.
Inside Nanhua City, in a tiny courtyard.
Wu Zhan looked gloomily at the soldiers who had barged in.
The man leading them was a burly fellow with a face full of savage flesh and a fierce glint in his eyes. At one glance, he was clearly a hardened general tempered by countless battles.
"Hmph, daring to dig for information on the Duke of Xing Mansion in Nanhua City—you really don't know how the word 'death' is written!" the man said coldly.
Wu Zhan looked at the soldiers in front of him. They should all be battle-hardened elites.
"Senior Brother!"
The four brothers behind him wore wary expressions, cautiously guarding beside Lin Zhan.
Wu Zhan waved a hand, making a gesture for them to stay calm, but in the next instant, the long sword in his hand abruptly left its sheath. He moved like a ghostly shadow, his sword like a flying rainbow, and in the blink of an eye he was already in front of that general, the blade laid across the man's neck.
The general's