Jiang Feng didn't dare to waste even a moment.
He vaguely remembered Chief Huang bringing Flying Fish Wine to Yang Qi; who knows, Yang Qi might get drunk, and if he dies in the cell, Minister Yang will fly into a rage, making low-class prison guards like them living targets.
The original owner's house was just outside Zhenbei Prison, ten miles away in Chaoyang Alley.
Just two adobe rooms.
A small courtyard.
Usually, after finishing work, Jiang Feng would come back here.
What happened last time—hiding in his cell for over ten days to avoid the old man from Cell Thirty hiring someone for an ambush—was a rare exception.
He had just arrived at the entrance.
Jiang Feng sensed something was off.
The courtyard gate had been tampered with.
On the ground behind the door, where incense ash was sprinkled, were unfamiliar footprints.
This was the Dragon Capital, and petty thieves were never lacking.
Crimes happened here all the time.
Jiang Feng lived alone.
If he had a night shift, he'd usually stay at the prison and only return home at dawn.
But now, with Eighth Grade Bone Refining cultivation, and fearing possible involvement with Yang Qi, he hurried back home in the middle of the night.
Never expected—
Someone had broken into his house.
Normally, places like Chaoyang Alley attracted only small-time crooks, but if Cell Thirty's old man's accomplices came for revenge, could he even withstand them given his current strength?
Jiang Feng hesitated, considering whether to withdraw first.
Suddenly—
He saw bloodstains on the ground in the courtyard.
If not for his Eighth Grade Bone Refining cultivation giving him acute senses, Jiang Feng wouldn't have spotted droplets of blood in the moonlight.
"Check over there, we must catch him alive."
At the same time, a familiar voice came from outside the alley.
Accompanied by approaching footsteps.
It was Chief Huang from the Dragon Capital Government Office.
Jiang Feng instantly understood: a wanted criminal being pursued by the Dragon Capital Government Office was hiding in his home.
At such a moment, entering would be not only dangerous but it could also get him labeled as an accomplice.
Conversely, if he ran to tell Chief Huang the fugitive was hiding in his house, but Chief Huang failed to capture him, he'd be in endless trouble if the fugitive held a grudge afterwards.
Therefore—
Jiang Feng decisively slipped away.
His Eighth Grade Bone Refining cultivation erupted, and he swiftly vanished at the end of the alley.
By the time Chief Huang and his men rushed to Jiang Feng's house—
Also possessing Eighth Grade Bone Refining cultivation, Chief Huang clearly sensed a surge of qi and blood.
He couldn't help but kick open Jiang Feng's courtyard gate.
His gaze swept around.
Chief Huang also saw the glittering drop of blood in the courtyard.
"Inside!"
He instantly made the right call.
A group of Ninth-Grade Constables poured in one after another, surrounding Jiang Feng's two rooms.
"Bang!"
Two constables simultaneously kicked open both doors.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
From the room where Jiang Feng slept, several poison needles shot out rapidly.
The two constables in front couldn't defend themselves, getting struck in the chest and face; within just two breaths, they collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"Son of a bitch!"
Chief Huang roared.
He charged in, blade in hand.
With a single Loulan Slash, a blinding flash of sword light streaked past; there were clangs from inside, and several constables broke in through the windows.
After about thirty breaths—
The sounds finally ceased inside.
Chief Huang's shoulder was streaming with blood.
He held his blade against the neck of a shifty-looking man; the remaining constables quickly shackled the man with iron chains.
"Fuck you!"
Once the man was restrained, Chief Huang, still angry, kicked him hard in the spine.
That kick was heavy and fierce, slamming the man face-first into the ground, unable to move and bleeding from the mouth.
Afterwards, he grabbed the man by the hair and dragged him out of Chaoyang Alley.
The rest of the constables helped each other, some carrying away their fallen comrades.
After they left—
About an hour later, Jiang Feng finally returned.
In fact, he hadn't gone far.
He'd been quietly observing from a distance.
Seeing two Ninth-Grade Constables killed by poison needles, and even Chief Huang wounded—and by the looks of it, not lightly—Jiang Feng broke into a cold sweat.
Luckily he was cautious.
Didn't rush to push the door open.
Otherwise, even if he avoided the poison needles—
Once fighting broke out, his fate wouldn't be much better than Chief Huang's, maybe he'd die in his own home.
After all, Chief Huang was wounded even with help from several comrades.
Jiang Feng was all alone, just a young man—how could he hope to win?
He started cleaning up the mess at home.
He didn't worry about Chief Huang and the others returning— even if they came back suddenly, they wouldn't blame him, since he was the one who suffered the losses from the destruction.
Still, hoping for the Dragon Capital Government Office to compensate for the damages—
That was impossible.
Broken items, smashed doors and windows, Jiang Feng had to cover those costs himself.
At least he successfully dodged this wave of danger.
Jiang Feng's fortune surged.
He checked his panel information.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 361
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Proficient)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Beginner+)
Realm: Eighth Grade (Bone Refining)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng was pleasantly surprised.
His Fortune Points had shot up by nearly 300.
He'd accumulated only seventy-odd Fortune Points over the past month, and now it hit 361—meaning he'd gained almost 280 in one go.
So many Fortune Points—
Showed how perilous things had been just now.
If he hadn't noticed the unfamiliar footprint on the incense ash, or that drop of blood, and had entered as usual, the consequences would be unimaginable—even if he survived, the price would be heavy!
Jiang Feng decided to store those 361 Fortune Points for now and not use them yet.
He wanted to wait until Prison Guard Health Care Skill gained another plus sign before spending them.
By then, he might become a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist.
Right now, he was still too weak.
Only by constantly improving his strength could he surpass himself.
Tonight, he'd escaped danger.
After a simple clean-up, he slept deeply.
The next day, Jiang Feng checked what had been smashed, bought what he needed and threw out what was lost, without a hint of fuss.
After keeping busy for two days, Jiang Feng's courtyard had a new gate and new furniture.
As usual, he lived quietly—with his time off, apart from going out to shop, he stayed home.
Of course, he didn't just idle.
He spent his time cultivating Prison Guard Long Fist.
To see if relentless day and night practice—
Could make his Long Fist go from beginner to proficient.
However, on the eighth day of leave—
Someone showed up at his home.
It was Uncle Huo, the old Squad Leader.
"Jiang Feng, Prison Chief Zhang has given the word: all prison guards, no matter the reason, must return to the cells immediately. If your ancestral grave isn't moved yet, just put it back for now."
Uncle Huo panted as he spoke.
"What's happened?"
Jiang Feng sensed trouble.
He was just a low-class prison guard, ignored at Zhenbei Prison—this was the first time he'd ever been urgently called back.