The front yard of the Zhiling City Governor's Residence was extremely spacious. Unlike the courtyards of other families, it was all paved with limestone. Beneath the three walls, there were three rows of weapon racks that were almost as long as the walls. All sorts of weapons were packed to the brim. Even in such gloomy weather, they still shone with a cold light.
The guards of the Governor's Residence were training in the courtyard, but Governor Draconis, who was standing on the stone steps in the front hall, looked distracted. It was only when he saw Song Hua walk in from the main entrance that his attention finally found a place to focus.
"Governor." Song Hua quickly walked up to Draconis.
"How many?" Draconis asked.
"Ten," Song Hua said.
"Ten. That's quite a lot. It should be enough," Draconis said.
"I think so too." Song Hua nodded.
Dragon Squad was said to be the strongest force under Draconis's command, but in reality, most of them were arrogant and unruly. They listened to orders but did not listen. When Draconis wanted to use them, it depended on their mood. Fortunately, there were many people in Dragon Squad, so there would always be people who would give him face. But this time, there were more than ten people who gave him face. Draconis knew that this was not because they were in a good mood, nor was it because he suddenly had a lot of face. It was because the target of this mission was a wanted criminal of the Xuan Army Empire. If they achieved this, the Xuan Army Empire would definitely reward them. These strong people who had to hide under Draconis for various reasons might be able to live a new life. This was extremely attractive to many of them.
"But it's a pity!" Draconis suddenly sighed.
"What's a pity?" Song Hua was stunned.
Draconis shook his head and did not say anything. He was thinking of the person he was acquainted with. He had been hesitating whether or not to let them go, but now that all ten of Dragon Squad were attacking together, it was too late for him to do so.
"So be it …" Draconis thought. The memories of his youth were long gone. At that time, he had already decided not to be bothered by those friendships anymore. Why should he be bothered again today?
"City Lord …" Song Hua called out softly.
"Huh?" Draconis came back to his senses.
"On our side …" Song Hua wanted to ask Draconis for advice.
"Report …" A person shouted and rushed in from the main entrance. He saw Draconis and Song Hua on the stone steps and immediately left a trail of shadows behind. He had already rushed to the bottom of the stone steps.
"What's the matter?" Song Hua asked as he looked at the secret agent who rushed over.
"Ju Fang is dead," the person who came said.
"What?" Song Hua was shocked and immediately turned to look at Draconis. Draconis was also surprised by this and stared at the secret report.
"What happened?" Draconis asked personally.
"He was the first to reach the place where Lu Ping and the others were eating noodles, but he was killed," the secret agent said.
Song Hua suddenly understood after hearing this. He turned to Draconis and explained, "Ju Fang's residence was closer to that place. It seems that he acted without waiting for the others."
"Those people, do you still expect them to cooperate?" Draconis said.
"But even if Ju Fang was alone, he was killed so quickly …" This news was right after Song Hua came back. Song Hua estimated the time and felt that it was unbelievable. Even if Ju Fang received the news and rushed over immediately, the news of his death actually followed him back. This probably meant that Ju Fang did not have much time to make this news.
"How did he die?" Song Hua asked.
"Just one hit, Flying Sound Cut," the secret agent said.
"Flying Sound Cut? Just one hit? "Song Hua was shocked.
"Yes, just one hit," the secret agent said with certainty.
Song Hua looked at Draconis and saw that Draconis was also frowning.
Flying Sound Cut? This shouldn't be an ability that Chu Min was good at! And even if she practiced this ability to the point of perfection, just relying on this third level ability to kill Ju Fang in one hit was a bit unreal.
"Who did it?" Song Hua seemed to see Draconis' doubts and continued to ask.
"It was Lu Ping," the secret agent said.
"Lu Ping …" Song Hua looked at Draconis again. Draconis also looked a bit surprised.
Lu Ping. According to the information they gathered, there was something unusual about Lu Ping. But using Flying Sound Cut to kill Ju Fang in one hit didn't match up with the information they had.
"Where did Lu Ping go after that?" Draconis asked.
"Probably towards the north gate," the secret agent said.
To the south of Zhiling City was the Canyon Peak Mountains. To the north, the land was huge. Three of the eleven districts of the Dark Army, including the capital Dark Army City, could be reached from the north of Zhiling City.
"Order Team One, Team Two, Team Three, and Team Four to set out with me!" Long Xing suddenly ordered and strode out of the courtyard.
"Yes!" Song Hua's expression turned cold. He waved his hand and took the lead to follow behind Long Xing.
Zhiling City's north gate.
Passersby looked at the bottom of the city gate in shock. There was a long bench there, and a man was sitting upright on it. His back was facing the city, and his hands were folded in front of him, leaning on a dark iron rod.
"Who is this person?" The passersby discussed in whispers. Even the officials guarding the gate didn't ask, so they didn't dare to interfere. They all walked around to the left and right, trying their best not to disturb this person who didn't look like an ordinary person.
At this moment, a horse neighed and rushed into the city from outside, accompanied by the crisp and hurried sound of hooves.
The passersby screamed and dodged to the left and right. The owner of the horse shouted to be careful, but was left far behind by the wild horse.
In the blink of an eye, the horse rushed into the city gate. The person sitting on the long bench didn't even bat an eyelid. He just suddenly swung the metal rod in his hand behind him.
Crazy Horse, who was charging at him from behind, was hit by his rod. With a muffled sound, the huge body of the horse flew out with a painful whine and crashed into the wall of the city gate.
Boom …
The people felt as if the whole city gate was shaking, and the dust on top of the gate was falling down. But the horse had already fallen to the bottom of the wall. Its four hooves dug into the ground, but it couldn't stand up.
The person on the long bench had already put the metal rod back in his hand. His posture was back to how it was before, as if nothing had happened.
The passersby who were originally moving around him suddenly went even further. The voices that were whispering about him at first suddenly all disappeared. It was quiet under the city gate. Everyone walked in and out quickly like ghosts. Only the horse panted from time to time at the bottom of the wall.
The owner of the horse rushed to the city gate with great difficulty and was stunned by the scene. The city guards had already come to ask him to quickly take the horse away. But when he walked to look at his own horse, he saw that the right side of the horse's neck had been smashed into a dent. The horse's head rested weakly on the ground, and blood kept spurting out from its mouth and nose.
The owner of the horse was very distressed, but he didn't dare to ask or say anything. But he couldn't take the horse away, so he just stood there helplessly.
At this moment, the person on the long bench stood up. Everyone thought that he was going to deal with the owner of the horse who had collided with him, but he didn't even turn his head. His gaze was straight ahead — — the five passersby who had just arrived at the city gate.
He raised his hand and pointed the metal rod at one of the five people.
"Chu Min." He called out, then pointed to the next person, "Lu Ping."
Then, he pointed to the third person. After pointing, he thought for a while.
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