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The group walked out of the courtyard.

In the open space in front of the gate, there were no fewer than fifty people standing in a dark mass. Each of them was sharp and wiry, with keen eyes. They surrounded a dozen or so men who were trying to escape in the chaos and forced them to kneel on the ground.

Those people were the trusted confidants of the three halls who had come with Lei Wanjun, Zhao Wuying, and Zhu Yan to force the emperor to abdicate.

In front of these people stood two middle-aged men dressed in tight-fitting clothes.

The man was tall and imposing, with a square face and a calm and steady demeanor. He was Yue Zhenhai, the head of the "Mountain Hall" of Tianfeng Pavilion.

The other person was slightly thin, with sharp, piercing eyes that revealed his shrewdness and competence. He was Leng Feng, the leader of the "Shadow Hall".

Upon seeing Liu Zhixian and Ye Heng emerge, Yue Zhenhai and Leng Feng immediately stepped forward, clasped their hands in greeting, and bowed: "Sect Master! Mr. Ye!"

The dozens of elite subordinates behind them also bowed in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, exuding a chilling sense of discipline.

"Zhenhai, Leng Feng, thank you for your hard work." Liu Zhixian nodded slightly, his voice steady and without much emotion.

"It's my duty," Yue Zhenhai said in a deep voice, his gaze turning to the captured men, his brows furrowing slightly. "How should we deal with these traitors? Please give your instructions, Master."

Only now did Xiao Li and Ah Zhong fully realize that the Pavilion Master had been prepared all along!

The Mountain Hall and the Shadow Hall are the two most low-profile forces in the Heavenly Phoenix Pavilion, and the ones Liu Zhixian trusts the most. They are always responsible for guarding important strongholds and conducting intelligence gathering, and rarely participate in internal disputes.

The Pavilion Master had already secretly mobilized them, placing them in ambush outside the Listening Waves Villa! Even if Mr. Ye hadn't come today, with the elites of these two halls working together from the inside and outside, they would have been able to control the situation!

Yue Zhenhai and Leng Feng's gazes, however, both fell on Ye Heng, who was standing next to Liu Zhixian.

Both of them showed undisguised surprise and a hint of understanding in their eyes.

It was him... Yue Zhenhai was shocked.

He had heard some vague rumors from two years ago, and knew that a mysterious master had helped the Pavilion Master in a time of crisis, but he always thought that it was just hearsay or a rumor spread by the Pavilion Master to reassure people.

Having met the legendary "Mr. Ye" in person today, and feeling his unfathomable aura that inspired awe just by his presence, he realized that the rumors were probably true.

No wonder the Pavilion Master was so calm today, even making arrangements in advance without letting them intervene too early—with this person around, the Pavilion Master certainly had plenty of confidence.

"First, detain these people separately and keep them under strict guard. No one is allowed to approach them without my order," Liu Zhixian finally spoke, his voice cold and clear.

"Lei Wanjun, Zhao Wuying, Zhu Yan, and Liu Chengye are to be detained in solitary confinement. Issue this order: from this moment forward, all strongholds, properties, and personnel rosters of the Punishment Hall, Wind Hall, and Fire Hall are to be sealed off. No one is to touch them without authorization, pending investigation."

"Yes!" Yue Zhenhai and Leng Feng answered in unison without hesitation.

They knew that after tonight, Tianfeng Pavilion would face a complete purge.

……

Inside the secret chamber of the Night Raven Society headquarters, the light was dimmer than usual.

A map showing the distribution of underground forces in Jinling was spread out on the long table, with different colored markers indicating the territories of Tianfeng Pavilion, Jiaolong Group, and Night Raven Society.

The air was filled with the aroma of cigars mixed with some kind of precious sandalwood.

The president remained seated in his high-backed, black chair, the raven mask on his face casting a distorted shadow in the flickering candlelight.

His long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the cold armrest, the rhythm steady, yet causing the cold sweat to bead up on the foreheads of his kneeling subordinates reporting the situation.

"...So, the last message our informant planted next to Lei Wanjun was that Tingtao Villa was suddenly surrounded by people from Shantang and Yingtang. He knew nothing about what happened inside."

"He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to get closer, but Yue Zhenhai's men were too vigilant, and he couldn't find an opportunity at all." The subordinate's voice trembled as he finished speaking, and he lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at the eyes behind the chairman's mask that seemed to see through people's hearts.

"You know nothing about it?" The chairman's voice came from behind the mask, revealing neither his joy nor anger.

"We spent half a year feeding Lei Wanjun with the profits from three smuggling routes, and secretly supported Zhao Wuying and Zhu Yan in expanding their power. In the end, we even brought back the old pavilion master's good-for-nothing son from abroad... Now you're telling me you failed, but you don't even know how you failed?"

The subordinate trembled: "This...this subordinate is incompetent! But the incident happened so suddenly, Liu Zhixian seemed to have been prepared, and..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, according to the brothers who were keeping watch on the perimeter, it seemed that a strange young man entered the villa at a crucial moment. But soon after that person went in, chaos broke out inside, and then Yue Zhenhai and Leng Feng's men arrived... Our men didn't dare to get too close and couldn't see the person's face clearly."

"Useless! Turning three halls against us and splitting Tianfeng Pavilion was a brilliant move. Now, we've made a fatal mistake, and the whole game is on the defensive. How much have we exposed?"

"Don't worry, Chairman. All direct contact with Lei Wanjun and the others is through the 'shadows' we found on the black market. The flow of funds has also been disguised with seven layers. Tianfeng Pavilion won't be able to trace us to us for a while. However... the resources we invested in the early stages, as well as the few spies we planted, are probably all lost."

"If we can't save it, we'll just abandon it." The president said decisively, "Make sure it's done cleanly, don't leave any loose ends."

"yes!"

His subordinates, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, were about to leave when a deep, resonant, and slightly hoarse voice came from behind the heavy curtain on the other side of the secret room.

"Heh, President Night Raven, is this what you promised me was foolproof? I staked intelligence support on three port shipping routes and even helped you connect with that shipment from Southeast Asia."

"Right now, Tianfeng Pavilion isn't in chaos, and Liu Zhixian's position is even more secure. How am I supposed to explain this to the brothers in the group if I go back?"

The curtain was lifted by a large, calloused hand, and a burly, bald man with an unusually robust build stepped out.

He was around fifty years old, dressed in a dark-patterned silk shirt, with a heavy string of amber prayer beads around his neck. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp as knives, revealing the authority and shrewdness cultivated from his long-term high position.

This person is Du Kun, the leader of the Jiaolong Group, one of the three major forces in the Jinling underworld.

Night Raven gestured for his trembling subordinates to retreat. Only after the secret room door closed again did he slowly speak: "Team Leader Du, please calm down. The game is only in its middle stages; temporary gains and losses mean nothing."

"Mid-game?" Du Kun walked to the other side of the long table, pulled over a chair without ceremony, and sat down, his heavy body making the chair creak. He picked up a cigar that had been prepared on the table, cut it open, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick smoke ring.

"President, let's be frank. My Flood Dragon Group is cooperating with your Night Raven Society to seize the fattest piece of the Heavenly Phoenix Pavilion, not to play chess or engage in some refined game with you. Wasn't this an excellent opportunity? Liu Zhixian's internal situation was unstable; three hall masters had betrayed her, and her little foundation was on the verge of collapse! And what happened? She didn't even utter a sound before being completely shut down!"

"If we stir up trouble now, Liu Zhixian will definitely be on guard, making it difficult to break through from within!"