As the residence of the Salt Merchant Guild Master, the Lin Residence was not as extravagant as the Fu Residence, but it was still among the most luxurious estates in Qingkou, brightly lit all night long.
Over the past few days, however, the atmosphere inside had grown oppressive. The original servants and guards had all had their freedom restricted. Although they still worked in the residence, none were allowed to leave!
"Say, old An, what do we do now? We can't even get out-"
Wen Tailai, who had been temporarily assigned to reinforce the patrols, spoke to Hua An in a low voice behind a rockery.
"How should I know? Where did Lin Qianjun find so many experts? Everything changed overnight-"
"Ah."
Both men wore worried expressions. They had finally completed their task of establishing contact with the Yanhuang Trade Association and had just been thinking they could make a fortune off the salt merchants when this upheaval suddenly struck the Lin Residence.
Lin Qianjun, a member of a collateral branch of the Lin Family who served as a Hundred-household Commander in the Anti-Smuggling Battalion, had suddenly returned in force with a group of new "guards," immediately changing the situation!
Just then, a dark figure descended silently from above and landed behind them. "Don't panic. It's me."
Lin Hao first covered both their mouths at once, whispering into their ears.
"Boss Lin?"
The two were pleasantly surprised. They had never expected to run into this formidable figure!
Last time, they had also relied on him to withdraw with a handsome haul.
Once they had recognized him, Lin Hao took his hands off their mouths.
Lin Hao had been following his instincts all along. After arriving in the provincial capital and reaching the outskirts of the Lin Residence, he vaguely sensed