The sudden and unusual aura, with steps light and agile, wasn't the strength a common petty thief would possess.
It's a Grade-Entering Martial Artist.
Jiang Feng suddenly woke up from his daze.
It turned out that in the eyes of others, he was also part of this game.
Although he wasn't in Zhenbei Prison at that time.
During that period, he frequently interacted with Uncle Huo, and Uncle Huo even stayed with him for several days. If Uncle Huo was a suspect and heard or saw things he shouldn't have, then naturally Jiang Feng might also be privy to that information during those days together.
As the saying goes, better to kill by mistake than to let go by mistake.
A mere prison guard, why would Minister Yang even care? Kill him if you must.
However, the one who came to kill Jiang Feng was only a Grade-Entering Martial Artist.
Ninth-Grade Skin Refining.
It seemed he intended to deal with him easily.
The other party received a mission.
Under the cover of night, he entered Jiang Feng's courtyard.
Seeing a candle lit in the kitchen, he swiftly slipped through the window.
Like an antelope leaping over a canyon, the landing was only a faint sound.
But when he turned around, instead of seeing Jiang Feng's astonished face, he was met with a fist heading mercilessly towards his face, the speed creating a whooshing sound.
The power was so strong, the Qi and Blood Power was manifest on the surface.
At that moment, the man realized something was wrong.
Only then did he know the prison guard he intended to kill.
Was also a Grade-Entering Martial Artist, and stronger than himself.
"Bang!"
But before he could think further, he was hit squarely by the punch, his head seemed to flatten, and as his body fell, Jiang Feng supported him, avoiding noise that might alert the neighbors.
Jiang Feng, with full strength, killed the Ninth-Grade Martial Artist with a single punch.
He quickly searched the body.
Found only a few taels of broken silver.
Then, using the cover of night, he carried the body and buried it outside Chaoyang Alley in an orchard.
After dealing with the body.
Jiang Feng didn't go back. It wasn't because he feared more assassins tonight.
But he realized, at this point, as long as he and Uncle Huo were alive, Minister Yang wouldn't let it go. If he finds out that the two martial artists sent to assassinate had disappeared, he feared that even hiding in Zhenbei Prison with Uncle Huo wouldn't ensure their safety by tomorrow.
After all, the other party is the Minister of Revenue, abundant resources, great power, and finding any excuse could pull him and Uncle Huo out of prison and kill them in a secluded place.
So, if he wanted to survive.
Jiang Feng saw only two paths before him.
Either run.
Or break the situation.
Running would lead to endless pursuit, proving that there was something amiss.
And this is Dragon Capital.
Minister Yang's territory, not easy to flee.
As for breaking the situation?
Either make Minister Yang believe he knows nothing.
Or make Minister Yang die first.
"Better to run!"
Jiang Feng thought for a moment, feeling that running seemed more practical.
As for whether to take Uncle Huo with him?
"Wait."
Suddenly, Jiang Feng thought of someone.
"Chief Huang."
He thought of Chief Huang of the Dragon Capital Government Office.
"Yang Qi being kept this time was because Minister Yang was upset with him, instructing the Dragon Capital Government Office to discipline Yang Qi. Since it was punishment, how could Chief Huang be allowed to send Flying Fish Wine to Yang Qi to enjoy.
I could think of it back then.
Given Yang Qi's nature, after drinking, he'd cause a commotion in the cell.
Chief Huang, with his scheming mind, would surely know.
Knowing that Yang Qi would get drunk and cause trouble, yet still sent him wine, clearly out to harm Yang Qi.
Chief Huang has someone behind him.
That person is Yang Rusong's arch-nemesis!"
Jiang Feng speculated, unsure if he was right.
"Even if I know, this has something to do with Chief Huang, he wouldn't care about my and Uncle Huo's life or death."
Jiang Feng felt a bit overwhelmed.
"Go find Wang He."
Suddenly, he thought of someone else.
Junior Prison Guard Captain Wang He.
Back then, it was he who received Yang Qi and locked him in cell number six from Chief Huang's hands.
Compared to the other prison guards.
Wang He always remained unscathed.
He holds an official rank, and even if Minister Yang wanted to kill him, he wouldn't dare act openly. In this critical moment, he should choose to ally with Wang He.
Though it's possible Wang He and Chief Huang are colluding, plotting against Yang Qi together.
But Jiang Feng believes this is unlikely.
Wang He's status is not comparable to Chief Huang, and given his timid nature, it wouldn't be enough to provoke the Minister of Revenue on his own.
Most likely, he's just a pawn being used in this storm.
"Captain Wang, forgive me, I must risk it with you."
After understanding the stakes, Jiang Feng decided to find Wang He.
He wasn't very confident that his assumptions were correct; based on what he saw, these were the only conclusions he could draw, he couldn't be sure if the attempt on his and Uncle Huo's lives tonight was related to Minister Yang.
But he could only presume.
That he and Uncle Huo facing this ordeal today must be related to the turmoil in the cell half a month ago, and it couldn't be separated from Yang Qi.
Ultimately, he and Uncle Huo were small characters, their life or death unimportant, innocence irrelevant.
...
Wang He is an Eighth-Grade Bone Refining Martial Artist and also a Junior Prison Guard Captain of Zhenbei Prison, overseeing several Prison Chiefs, and managing numerous prison guards, often receiving bribes and living quite well.
He bought a two-entry courtyard five li from Zhenbei Prison and even took a concubine.
The reason Jiang Feng knew so well wasn't because he often interacted with Wang He, but when Wang He took a concubine, all the prison guards gifted him and had meals at Wang He's courtyard.
It was already late at night.
In Wang He's courtyard, only the study was lit.
His wife, concubine, and children were all asleep.
Jiang Feng, relying on his Seventh-Grade Marrow Refining cultivation, leaped over the courtyard wall. He wore a hood, covering his face, concealing himself completely.
He stood outside the study.
Saw shadows moving inside.
He pulled out the Bone-Carving Saber he carried.
Taking a deep breath, he burst inside.
"Bang!"
Jiang Feng dashed in.
Seventh Grade Marrow Refining Cultivation fully unleashed, he broke through the door in an instant, locking onto the figure inside the study, swinging the Bone-Carving Saber swiftly towards the person's forehead.
"An assassin!"
The person wasn't anyone else, it was Wang He.
Wang He wasn't reading in the study, rather he was deep in thought with a furrowed brow.
Looking at his demeanor, he was clearly unsettled.
When he saw a shadow break in.
Agilely attacking him, with cultivation obviously beyond his.
Wang He's expression drastically changed.
He quickly pulled out white powder from his chest, throwing it towards the shadow, simultaneously breaking the side window, loudly shouting about an assassin, as he burst out of the courtyard door.
As an Eighth Grade Bone Refining Martial Artist, he didn't attempt to confront Jiang Feng.
Only wishing to escape quickly.
Jiang Feng waved away the white powder, charging out from the study, with Seventh Grade Marrow Refining bursting forth, soon catching up to Wang He, slashing him on the back with the saber.