Chapter 62: Premeditated Murderous Intent

“The captain said we need to go to Luo Yongsheng’s company this afternoon for an investigation. Let’s hurry.” Fang Wenxuan changed the subject.

Mentioning work, Lin Hui couldn’t say much more. Anyway, he would see Fang Wenxuan every day from now on; once the case was solved, they could talk about their matters. He had many things he couldn’t figure out and needed to think them through carefully.

Fang Wenxuan and Lin Hui quickly arrived at Luo Yongsheng’s office. At that moment, his female assistant was tidying up the office.

“Hello, may I ask who you’re looking for?” the female assistant asked as Fang Wenxuan and Lin Hui entered.

“Is this Luo Yongsheng’s office?” Fang Wenxuan inquired, introducing himself at the same time. “I’m a detective, Fang Wenxuan. We’re here to investigate.”

Even those unfamiliar with marksmanship would be stunned by Lu Yu’s final shot; it was deliberately executed with such flair. He feared the Zhao family wouldn’t understand the subtleties of his earlier moves, and he didn’t want to play to an audience unable to appreciate his skill, thereby failing to achieve his purpose.

Unfortunately, none of Yang Wo’s trusted followers were yet qualified to be promoted to commander, so Yang Wo selected two generals from among the veterans who had not been favored during Yang Xingmi’s era—Chai Zaiyong and Lü Shizhou.

Zuo Ci spent a longer time questioning his eldest disciple, He Liang, mainly because He Liang was destined to be the pillar of Mount Tianzhu in the future. Zuo Ci held high expectations for him, especially regarding his progress in martial arts.

In terms of sheer numbers, Fujian also had more than seventy thousand troops. Though far fewer than Huainan, its remote terrain would make it difficult for Huainan to send large forces against it.

His figure moved swiftly through the void, and the momentum of this plane seemed to lend him its strength.

Compared to Li Shenfu, Zhang Xun may not have had as many outstanding achievements, but he played crucial roles in Yang Xingmi’s campaigns against Sun Ru and in the battle at Qingkou, both pivotal conflicts.

For instance, had it not been for Yang Wo’s intervention and the internal turmoil caused by the Wuyongdu rebellion, Huainan would not have had the opportunity to eliminate Qian Liu. Moreover, Zhu Wen was conveniently distracted at the time, allowing them to succeed.

It turned out that Shui Yueyao had relied solely on her intuition to dissuade them from harming Qin Wushuang—who was actually Wang Chen and his companions. Such a reason was difficult for them to accept.

Situ Guang did so out of friendship, but most others had little connection with Yan Zhen, so they were essentially betting on his defeat.

Ordinary sword techniques are merely at the level of sword moves; no matter how refined, they cannot compare to the essence or spirit of the sword.

If it were just an ordinary artist in the company, it would be understandable not to defy her arrangements. But this Shi Yu was spoiled by Ye Qing, and she simply couldn’t manage him.

In truth, Mr. Guan’s gun could not harm Tang Hao—it was more of a hindrance. Yet, upon hearing Tang Hao’s words, he changed his mind. Though the gun was useless against Tang Hao, it could make Qing Ming wary. He could only hold the gun and spar with Tang Hao.

What Xu Jiao believed to be the “engraving machine,” and the basket-weave ripples, barley grain flat-head nails, brick patterns, Z-shaped motifs, and silk ripples it created over the past century, might all be “replicas.”

He understood there were people in the world with such inclinations, but they were rare. Few dared to speak openly about it as she did.

Suddenly, the person lying on the bed tried to turn over out of habit, but inadvertently pulled at the wound. Even without waking, a muffled groan of pain escaped.

Ever since Ning Daoyuan disappeared, the pharmacy had no alchemist in residence; its business and reputation were completely overshadowed. After the old master died last year, the Tong family was thoroughly suppressed, and the rivalry between the two families quickly turned into one-sided dominance.

His reputation resounded throughout the Great Qin, making him a household name. Countless citizens revered and feared Lin Shu, longing for even a brief encounter with him.