"Don't move! Everyone squat down and put your hands on your heads."
Less than five minutes later, a squad of armed personnel rushed into Guangjiang Residential Area.
Terry and his group were arrested without any suspense.
Dachang City was currently under martial law. If these people dared to cause trouble, Yang Jian would not even need to intervene; they would be subdued soon enough. If they resisted, being shot dead on the spot was also entirely possible.
"Remember to interrogate these people. They approached me for a reason, so this needs to be reported. Keep me informed of any progress," Yang Jian said.
A captain replied, "Rest assured. We guarantee the mission will be completed."
Yang Jian had no interest in killing a few insignificant people, and that would not solve the underlying problem anyway. He wanted to find out which forces were trying to approach him. When he had the chance, he would pay them a visit and give them a warning, so they would stop causing him trouble all day—interfering with his work during the day and disturbing his sleep at night.
"Alright, back to business."
Yang Jian soon arrived before the Republican era old house.
The construction crew had done a decent job renovating the place. The walls had been given exterior finishing, the roof had been rebuilt, the collapsed sections had been reinforced, and the inside and outside had both been cleaned up. It looked far better than it had during his previous visit. Zhang Xiangui was indeed efficient. According to the original plan, however, a temple was supposed to be built here to conceal this old house.
But because of the previous incident, the construction of the temple would have to wait for some time.
"Not bad. After the renovation, it feels much less eerie."