The middle-aged man had come within an inch of having an arrow through his head. The cold sweat broke out on him and his face went white.

But before he could get his wits back—

Whip! Whip! Whip!!!

Arrow after arrow came shooting in with a sound of tearing air.

The middle-aged man and the woman could handle themselves. The two of them rolled where they stood and got behind the tree.

Out of the darkness came seven or eight men in black, their faces covered with black cloth and sharp blades in their hands, and they went straight at the two of them.

The two drew their own blades and closed with the men in black.

One of the men in black did not join the fighting.

He stood at a distance, raised a crossbow and looked for his chance.

Whip!!!

The bolt shot out and took the middle-aged man cleanly through the calf.

The middle-aged man cried out with the pain. His body dropped and he went down on his knees.

One of the men in black seized the moment and kicked him flying.

The middle-aged man hit the ground and rolled over several times, and was getting up when two long blades came down across his neck.

The woman did not last long either, and was overpowered and taken.

"Who are you people?"

The middle-aged man demanded it furiously.

The man with the crossbow made a signal.

The middle-aged man and the woman were knocked senseless.

The man in black with the crossbow came over, glanced at Pan Yucheng in the chest, and put the lid back down.

At the Inspectorate, Ning Chen sat in Geng Jing's room enjoying his tea.

Geng Jing could not stand it any longer. "What is it you actually want to do?"

Ning Chen said, unhurried, "Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"For news."

"News of what?"

"Good news."

Geng Jing: "......"

Before either of them noticed, four hours had gone by.

Ning Chen suddenly stood up.

Geng Jing stood up with him. "Is it time to move?"

"No. I've drunk too much tea.…