"Master Lin! The gang has sent for you."
Dong Cheng hurried into the courtyard, his expression complicated, fear mingled with a hint of relief.
He knew the other man had gone to the South Suburb last night.
But he had never imagined that in just one night, not only had four Fierce Wolves died, but the entire Cunning Fox Hall had been slaughtered. The instant he heard the news, Dong Cheng felt as if the sky had collapsed.
Although the Yamen had displayed fifty corpses and posted a notice,
he knew better than anyone that if the Yamen had truly intended to act, and had made arrangements to do so,
that young constable surnamed Chang would have been taken home and locked up long ago. There would have been no need for him to deliver a message. After all, the County Lieutenant was his relative.
There was no need to think about it. Only Master Lin could have done this!
Fortunately, the Yamen had taken responsibility for the matter. Otherwise, if any clues had been discovered, Dong Cheng could hardly imagine how terrifying the gang leader's fury would have been.
"My dear grandpa, you really are—"
Dong Cheng couldn't find the words to describe the young man before him. He let out a long breath, then suddenly slapped himself.
He had to let the matter die here. Even if it cost him his life, he couldn't let it slip.
"Let's go."
Lin Shu straightened his clothes a little.
So many gang members had gone missing, and every last one of them had been preparing the Hundred-Heart Birthday Gift. If Xia Mingtang hadn't come to Four Directions Street, the disappearance should have been discovered much sooner.
He had originally planned to use the Yamen to throw the Blackwater Gang off the