Night lay heavy.

Several hundred men of the garrison had the Heavenly Fortune Tavern surrounded.

"Charge in! Anyone who resists, cut him down where he stands!"

Pan Yucheng gave the order.

He knew nothing about Feng Qizheng's business. All he knew was that people from the Underworld Thieves' Sect had been found.

He was leading the Ning'an Army in making the arrests, with the garrison in support.

Bang!!!

The tavern's front doors were smashed in.

The Ning'an Army charged inside.

The people in the tavern woke with a start.

When the manager saw how many soldiers there were, he knew something was wrong and got his people together to fight back.

"Follow me! We cut our way out!"

The manager roared.

But in numbers and in fighting strength alike, the Underworld Thieves' Sect's people were no match at all for the Ning'an Army.

Watching his men fall and get captured one after another, the manager fled in disarray toward the back courtyard.

But Pan Yucheng and Feng Qizheng had been waiting there for him all along.

When the manager saw Feng Qizheng, his face changed and his eyes turned cold and dark.

Pan Yucheng said coldly, "Put down your weapon and give yourself up!"

The manager was hardly going to sit there and wait to be taken.

He swung his long saber and lunged at Pan Yucheng.

Pan Yucheng gave a cold snort and flicked two pebbles at him, catching him in both knees.

The manager dropped into a kneeling skid and slid all the way to Pan Yucheng's feet.

Before he could get up, Pan Yucheng's saber was at his throat.

Then Pan Yucheng called over two men of the Ning'an Army to tie the manager up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the fighting was over.

The Underworld Thieves' Sect's dozen-odd men were all either dead or captured.

The Underworld Thieves' Sect's people were then taken to the Inspectorate.

Ning Chen had been waiting there for some time.

When Pan Yucheng got back, Ning Chen had the manager brought to the torture room and questioned him…