Setting an Ambush

Chu Zhiyuan and Chu Honglin fell silent, their expressions grave.

Chu Hongming said, "After this assassination attempt, they should settle down for a while."

Chu Honglin said, "Fifth Brother, they won't give up. As long as I'm not dead, they'll keep trying to assassinate me."

Chu Hongming said, "Now that we're prepared, the Imperial Observatory will certainly stay alert. They won't find an opening."

As he spoke, he looked at Chu Hongzhen.

Chu Hongzhen shook his head. "Our City Guard can defend against martial arts experts, but not Devil Race experts. If a Great Heavenly Demon makes a move, we absolutely won't be able to stop it."

Chu Hongming snorted. "Eighth Brother, your City Guard ought to be properly reorganized."

"Everyone from top to bottom is all jumbled together," Chu Hongzhen said, shaking his head. "The obstacles are too great."

The City Guard came from a tangled mix of backgrounds, entangled with interests from every side: Military, martial arts sects, and the retainers of princes, dukes, and nobles.

Touch any one of them, and a whole crowd would rush out to plead for mercy and urge restraint.

Unless he became a lone man with no family or ties, caring for nothing at all.

But he too had a large household, relatives and friends, and all manner of servants and guards in his residence. How could he possibly have no cracks or weak points?

Chu Hongming looked at Chu Honglin. "Then Fifteenth Brother, don't leave the residence for the time being."

"That would suffocate me to death." Chu Honglin snorted. "How would that be any different from squatting in a cage?"

"Squatting in a cage is still better than losing your life!" Chu Hongming snorted. "If not for yourself, then think of your wife and Zhao'er. Don't waste Zhao'er's Phoenix Nirvana