Liu Zhengzhong and others returned to the house, only to see a man kneeling inside. He was huddled together, shivering with fear, looking extremely tense.

  Liu Zhengzhong looked up at Fang Lingde, although he didn't say a word, but Fang Lingde already understood and explained: "This is a Han man, who is willing to be a running dog for the Xiongnu people, leading them on the road. I will capture him and cut him into pieces to vent my anger."

  His tone was stern and severe, with a strong murderous intent that made people's hair stand on end.

  Liu Zhengzhong looked down on the man lying on the ground with disdain and smiled coldly.

  The sound of the door opening, Gao Chengwei stepped in with big strides. Before he could speak, he sniffed out the unusual air in the room and his eyes turned to stare at this man.

  Fang Lingde repeated himself, and a layer of fierce and sinister aura suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of this top-notch expert.

  The Xiongnu people greatly destroyed the capital, they fled in a hurry under duress, but their old and young family members were left behind in the capital, it is estimated that by now they are mostly dead. As for the Xiongnu people, they can be said to be hated to the bone.

  Suddenly heard that someone had abandoned their ancestors and was serving the Xiongnu people. He was immediately filled with righteous indignation and wanted to take his life.

  Gao Chengwei let out a low hum, and a thick killing aura burst forth. He was the only one among the crowd who was a top-notch master, with an aura that far surpassed Fang Lingde's.

  That man was so scared that his soul left his body, he couldn't even kneel steadily and directly fainted to the ground.

  Gao Chengwei took a step forward, sneering: "When I was young and wandering the world, I still learned some of this skinning and dismembering technique. Fang Er doesn't need to take action himself, let's see what kind of skill I have first?"

  Fang Lingde nodded slightly and said: "Since Gao Feng is interested, I naturally yield."

  Gao Chengwei sneered and was about to take action.

  Suddenly, someone whispered: "Wait."

  Gao Chengwei hesitated for a moment, and finally withdrew his already outstretched hands.

  The one who stopped him was Zhang Zihua.

  Different words spoken by different people have different weights, and the same person saying the same thing at different times and in different situations also has a different effect.

  If it were two days ago, Zhang Zihua was just an advisor by the side of the Crown Prince. He held a noble position, but he might not have been willing to submit wholeheartedly. However, now that the Emperor has passed away and Liu Zhengqi is named as the Crown Prince, in reality, he already holds the status of a ruler of a nation. This Zhang Zihua having gained his trust, Gao Chengwei naturally harbors some fear.

  "Is what those Xiongnu people said really true?" Zhang Zihua dissuaded Gao Chengwei and asked.

  Liu Hualiang looked over and saw that Zhang Zihua's expression was extremely serious, his tone also very heavy. In past memories, he had rarely seen him so solemn.

  The man was frightened by Gao Chengwei's murderous aura, and at this time he was still terrified, stammering and answering: "Is... is..."

  Zhang Zihua furrowed his brow, pointing at Gao Chengwei and said in a low voice: "Listen carefully, as long as you answer my questions honestly, I guarantee this gentleman won't harm you, otherwise..."

  He sneered twice, and the man suddenly understood his intention. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he crawled up from the ground, knocking his head like a pestle, with tears and snot flowing down: "Master spare my life! My whole family is being held hostage by them, if I dare to say a single word, it will be a disaster for my family, Master spare my life..."

  Zhang Zihua's eyes flashed coldly as he asked, "I'm asking if what the Xiongnu people said is true?"

  "Yes...no..." The man shouted incoherently.

  Liu Zhengzhong said discontentedly: "What's the use of keeping such a good-for-nothing, wasting time for nothing? It's better to just kill him with one knife."

  The man shivered and suddenly became fluent in his speech: "I was originally a merchant in the town, because I had been traveling for many years and knew a little about the Huns' language. They captured me to be their guide. When they came to my town, they only counted the number of people and didn't kill anyone randomly. However, I left three days ago, so I don't know what's happening now..."

  He said this, and everyone already understood his meaning. This time the Xiongnu people came, indeed it was a reversal of their usual behavior, without a big slaughter.

  The man stealthily raised his head, glanced at the faces of the crowd, and muttered on: "The Xiongnu people said... said..."

  "What did you say? Speak quickly..." Fang Lingde's face turned stern, and he barked.

  "The Xiongnu said that apart from the imperial Liu family, everyone else would be slaughtered without exception... However, those who truly surrendered would be treated equally."

  "What a great ambition this Xiongnu has, aside from Liu's family!" Zhang Zihua coldly sneered.

  Everyone who heard this was half joyful and half worried. If the Xiongnu really kept their promise, then their wives, children, and elderly in the capital would still have a glimmer of hope for survival.

  It turns out that the Huns had long been planning this, and their purpose is well known to all. When did these barbarians also learn to use gentle means?

  For a moment, there was no sound in the house.

  "Alas..." Zhang Zihua suddenly let out a long sigh, releasing the depression in his heart, and said: "You were coerced by someone else, so it's not your fault. I should spare your life."

  Fang Lingde and others looked at him in surprise, this man was ruthless and cruel, how did he suddenly become so talkative.

  The man was overjoyed and repeatedly kowtowed in gratitude.

  Zhang Zihua and Yan Yuese asked with a smile: "How many troops and horses does the Xiongnu have nearby, and who is the leading general?"

  The man's face suddenly turned into a bitter melon, and he carefully replied: "Sir, there are so many Huns coming, densely packed like a swarm of ants, I couldn't count them even if I wanted to, let alone know who their leader is."

  Zhang Zihua nodded silently, this person was just a small merchant, and it was normal that he couldn't see the exact number of people at a glance. However, from this, it can be seen that there were absolutely not few Xiongnu people on this road, and it's likely that they won't be able to pass through easily.

  "General Fang, is there another more secluded road to the Northern Great Camp?" Zhang Zihua asked after a moment of hesitation.

  Fang Lingde hesitated for a moment, then said: "When I was young, I once walked on a small path. However, that road not only had to climb over two mountains, but also rugged and difficult to walk. If you are slightly careless, you will fall off the cliff and die."

  With a calm smile, Zhang Zihua said: "Even if it's a difficult road, it's still a living road. Let's take this road."

  He turned his head and asked the man: "Are your family members being held hostage by the Xiongnu?"

  He immediately nodded repeatedly in agreement.

  Zhang Zihua said slowly: "All the Xiongnu people are dead, if only you survive, it will inevitably implicate your family members, what do you think is good?"

  The man immediately opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

  Zhang Zihua pointed at Liu Zhengqi and said: "Do you know who this young master is?"

  He shook his head in dismay, with a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

  Zhang Zihua suddenly stood up and said loudly: "This is the current Crown Prince Wu Wang."

  The man's face turned pale in an instant, his body slowly fell down, and his eyes stared at the sharp sword that was slowly pulled out of his chest. The sound he heard in his ears grew fainter and fainter.

  "I won't let you leak His Excellency's whereabouts, so I'll have to kill you to silence you. Moreover, even for the sake of your family, you shouldn't be alive."

  A bright short sword directly pierced his chest, the ancient and icy hilt was silently grasped in Zhang Zihua's pale left hand.

  Xu Haifeng pulled open the tightly closed door a crack, looked out, and when he withdrew his gaze, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

  "What's wrong? Who is it?"

  Xu Haifeng suddenly lost his smile and returned to his seat, saying calmly: "Catch quickly."

  Fang Xiang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and held his belly.

  The owner of this inn saw that they were covered in blood and had arrow wounds, so he didn't dare to be slow and secretly reported it to the authorities.

  The two brothers were such figures that even in the capital, they were known as the number one detectives in the world, and Chen You Kun, the head of the Ministry of Justice for twenty years, might not have been taken seriously by them, let alone ordinary detectives in a small town like this.

  "Are you going or am I?" asked Fang Xiang with a smile.

  What he meant to say was who would go and send them away, Xu Haifeng's fingers were interlocked, gently rubbing his finger joints. Almost without seeing how he moved, that slender and elegant figure suddenly appeared in front of the gate.

  He opened the door and said with a smile: "It's just a small matter, why bother Big Brother to take care of it? Of course, I'll take care of it myself."

  Xu Haifeng walked down the stairs to the hall under everyone's gaze, and more than a dozen catchers in the hall exchanged glances with each other. They dispersed and quietly blocked the doors, windows, and corridors.

  Xu Haifeng looked at them with a hint of surprise, never expecting to find such skilled and capable individuals in this small town.

  Just looking at their coordination, it's clear that they have been well-trained for a long time, and everyone has a certain foundation. Although it's still not up to his standards, it's more than enough to deal with ordinary strong men.

  No wonder they knew they had more than 40 people and still dared to provoke a tiger.

  His gaze rested on the leader of the group, a man in his thirties, a robust northerner with a stern expression staring at him.

  What a majestic and powerful man, Xu Haifeng smiled slightly and asked: "May I ask, who are you..."

  The man's face changed, his eyes were extremely venomous, and when he met Xu Haifeng's gaze, a sense of being out of reach and self-abasement was immediately born. He was shocked in his heart and suddenly knew that this person was not someone he could afford to provoke.

  He slightly waved his hand, and his subordinates' movements converged a bit. "I am Ge Haojian, the town's capture head. And you are..."

  "Xu Haifeng." He calmly and directly reported his name, entangling with them was meaningless.

  Ge Haojian was shocked as soon as he heard his name and exclaimed: "Hei Qi Jun?"

  The numerous captives beside him changed color simultaneously.