Under the cover of night, Yang Jing quickly returned to his small courtyard in Tongyi Square.
The moment he pushed open the courtyard gate, Yang Jing's brow furrowed.
The wooden door to the house was ajar, and the hinges showed signs of being pried open with force.
He strode into the house and, seeing the scene by moonlight, his frown deepened slightly.
The table and chairs were overturned, the bed was a mess, and the wooden chest in the corner was wide open, its contents—clothes—strewn across the floor. It had clearly been thoroughly searched.
'It must have been the Yiqi Gang,' Yang Jing realized instantly.
He figured Zhao Meng and Qian Bao had sent men to his home to search for something, most likely the treasure from the Great Fortune Gang.
When they couldn't find it, the two had taken matters into their own hands, planning to capture and torture him. They had just underestimated his strength and been killed by him instead.
