Blockade

Amidst the chaos, people caught sight of Mole Zhang lying on the ground, drenched in blood and still twitching.

This gruesome scene left everyone pale with shock, gasping in terror as they scrambled backward.

The Lan Gui Fang guards, who had been examining the corpse, shifted their expressions, the leader's face turning icy cold.

To commit murder in Lan Gui Fang repeatedly, and even right before his eyes?

They clearly held no regard for Lan Gui Fang!

Fury surged in his eyes. Seeing the scattered crowd, he bellowed, "Stay calm! Do not panic!"

"Seal the exits! From this moment on, no one is allowed to leave!"

He barked the order to the guards behind him.

He was going to lock down Lan Gui Fang.

The perpetrator was killing so brazenly that they were clearly trying to fish in troubled waters.

The leader's reaction was lightning-fast; he intended to seal the scene immediately.

Qin Fang's gaze sank slightly... an unexpected variable had emerged.

But there was no help for it; he had no other choice.

If these three targets were not eliminated, the moment Wang Long's death was discovered tomorrow, he would immediately fall into the crosshairs of the Iron Tiger Gang.

Only by removing everyone who knew him could he buy himself some breathing room, even if Wang Hu eventually came to investigate.

However, Lan Gui Fang was clearly not to be trifled with. Seeing that lean man react so quickly and attempt to seize control of the situation, Qin Fang knew he was in trouble.

Once Lan Gui Fang stabilized the situation, the risk of his exposure would skyrocket.

After all, he had snuck in, and not a single courtesan knew him.

Coupled with the distinct stench of a refugee still clinging to him, he would be easily remembered.

Once the situation settled, he would have nowhere to hide.

As for hiding in a room?... Did he think he was in a movie? Once they controlled the scene, they would have plenty of time to search room by room!

Where could he possibly escape to?

As a stranger who wasn't a guest of Lan Gui Fang, if they checked him... did his identity even need to be questioned?

He feared that before the Iron Tiger Gang could even arrive, the people of Lan Gui Fang would strike him down first.

Thinking of this, Qin Fang watched as the crowd, spurred by the lean man's shouts and the guards exerting their strength, began to quiet down.

He gritted his teeth, and without a moment's hesitation, a throwing dart appeared in his hand.

Then, the next moment...

Puchi!

"Ah!!!"

A scream erupted from the crowd. A man clutched his stomach, stumbled twice, and collapsed to the ground.

He looked down to see a dart embedded in his belly, his face turning deathly pale. "Help! Help me!!!"

The crowd, which had just begun to stabilize, instantly descended into chaos once more.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Fang shouted in panic, "The killer is still here! Everyone run, he's going to keep killing!"

Almost as if to prove his point, puchi, puchi, two more darts flew out from nowhere.

"Ah!!!"

"Ah!!"

"Help! Help!"

Two more unlucky patrons were struck in the back and leg, falling to the ground.

At this point, the men of Lan Gui Fang completely lost control of the situation.

When people died, everyone was happy to watch the spectacle as long as they were safe.

But now, the killer was still active and clearly showing signs of going on a rampage!

When watching the spectacle became a life-threatening risk... no one dared to watch anymore.

The crowd surged, beginning to bolt toward the exits.

The Lan Gui Fang guards' expressions shifted, and the lean youth roared, "You dare cause trouble in Lan Gui Fang? You're courting death!! Stop them! No one is allowed to leave the courtyard! If anyone tries to force their way out, take them down first! I'll take full responsibility! Today, I will ensure that killer never leaves alive!!!"

Hearing his command, the guards immediately began intercepting the panicked patrons rushing for the exit.

Seeing this, a flash of resolve appeared in Qin Fang's eyes. He gritted his teeth and plunged the final dart into his own thigh.

Then, he let out a miserable shriek: "Ah!!! He, he's still here!!"

Screaming, he stumbled toward the door.

Seeing the dart embedded in his thigh and the blood dripping down, the crowd instinctively cleared a path for him, all while frantically trying to find who was throwing the hidden darts.

He stumbled toward the entrance.

The guards instinctively rushed forward to support him.

"Damn it!!"

The head of the guards, who had been standing right beside him, saw the throwing dart embedded in his right leg. His expression turned grim, and he whipped his head around, gritting his teeth: "I don't care who you are, but if you dare cause trouble at Lan Gui Fang, you're a dead man!"

Just then, a chorus of wails drew closer as the other three patrons struck by darts were also helped to the entrance by guards, their cries echoing through the air...

"Get the wounded out first, and the rest of you, seal this place off! Send some men to the back door as well, don't let him escape that way!"

The injuries were severe, and the head guard issued his orders with cold, teeth-gritting resolve.

Qin Fang was wailing along with the others, but upon hearing this, he let out a long sigh of relief. He kept his head bowed, his face twisted in pain, and clutched his leg tightly to make himself appear smaller.

"Get the wounded out first!"

After the guard gave a few more instructions, the wailing men, including Qin Fang, were helped away from the backyard by the guards.

"Damn it! Bastard! Who did I ever offend?! Dammit, ouch..."

"That son of a bitch, ouch..."

Supported by the guards, the wounded reached the courtyard ahead, where a pavilion stood—the very front facade of Lan Gui Fang.

People were rushing out of the pavilion in a hurry, heading to reinforce the backyard.

The group was ushered into the main hall of the pavilion, and a guard said: "Gentlemen, my apologies. This is an issue with Lan Gui Fang, but rest assured, Lan Gui Fang will take full responsibility for your injuries. We will definitely find the culprit and make him pay the price!"

The guard's face was twisted with fury.

It had been a long time since Lan Gui Fang had faced such a major disturbance.

Even during the last uprising of refugees, Lan Gui Fang hadn't been touched!

"Get some people over here to dress their wounds!"

He turned to call out.

Soon, someone arrived with a medical kit and began treating their wounds.

Qin Fang was among them, but he kept his head buried the entire time, groaning and wailing... appearing to be severely injured.

The other wounded men spent the whole time cursing the culprit's ancestors for eight generations... completely unaware that the culprit was sitting right there with them.

Fortunately, Lan Gui Fang clearly employed professional physicians. The darts were quickly extracted, golden sore medicine was applied to the wounds, and they were simply bandaged.

The guard watched the entire process, only letting out a sigh of relief once the treatment was finished.

Still preoccupied with the situation in the backyard, he said: "Gentlemen, please rest here for a moment. I'm going to the back to see if they've found the culprit."

One of the fat patrons, who had taken a dart to the stomach, roared with fury: "Find him, you must find him for me! I want to make him wish he were dead!"

"Right!!"

"Find him!!"

Qin Fang also kept his head low and let out a roar of agreement.

The guard nodded and turned to leave, heading quickly back toward the backyard.

Qin Fang kept his head bowed, his hair obscuring most of his face. Seeing the guard walk away, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He observed his surroundings...

There were still many courtesans in the hall, gathered together and chattering away, clearly focused on the situation in the backyard.

The few wounded men were temporarily settled in the hall, all of them wincing and grimacing as they clutched their injuries.

Qin Fang took a deep breath, knowing it was time to leave.

He clutched his leg, stood up, and limped toward the side.

The fat man noticed him and paused in surprise: "Brother, where are you going?"

Qin Fang hesitated for a moment, then cursed through gritted teeth: "Where else? To take a leak! Dammit, I was already holding it in, and now that I've been hit by a dart, I'm about to piss my pants!"

Hearing Qin Fang's cursing, the other three were slightly stunned, then found his remark amusing and couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter tugged at their wounds, causing them to wince and groan incessantly once more.

For a moment, the room was quite chaotic.

Qin Fang said nothing more, limping his way toward the main gate...