Chen Shi'an returned to the Demon Hunting Camp, immediately summoned Pi Hou, and handed him a drawing.
Pi Hou took the drawing and examined it carefully. "Boss, is this a mask?"
Chen Shi'an nodded. "Go to the blacksmith shops in the city. Find several of them and have them forge three hundred iron masks according to this drawing as quickly as possible: one hundred each of ghost faces, tiger faces, and eagle faces. They have three days."
With that, he handed Pi Hou a stack of banknotes.
Although Pi Hou was full of questions, he did not ask any. He nodded and immediately left with the banknotes and drawing.
That evening, Chen Shi'an was sitting cross-legged on his bed, cultivating the Great Evolution Saintly Art, when Mo Wuyang silently appeared beside him again.
"How are things going with Bao Long and Fu Yingying?" Chen Shi'an opened his eyes.
Mo Wuyang answered softly, "Bao Long has been very patient, steadily winning Fu Yingying's trust.
"By my judgment, if things continue like this, Fu Yingying will trust Bao Long completely in half a month at most."
"Half a month?"
Chen Shi'an raised his eyes slightly. "Xiang Chuxiong probably can't wait half a month."
Mo Wuyang shook his head. "Xiang Chuxiong wasn't the one who arranged this business with Bao Long. It was Tian Wenguang.
"I was just about to tell you about this. Not long ago, I followed Ye Zhengxiong and discovered that he had secretly entered No. 18 East Street.
"On the surface, Ye Zhengxiong serves Xiang Chuxiong, but in reality, he's Tian Wenguang's man."
Chen Shi'an smiled faintly. "I've suspected that for some time. You misunderstood what I meant."
He then gave a rough account of Xiang Chuxiong's scheme.
Mo Wuyang's eyes lit up at this. "Now, those two