After I went through the book, I criticized the villain but he insisted on pampering me

Not to mention that those few of them who went to explore the Canglan at night would definitely go there alive, but not come back alive.

Even if he took all of Mu Yuan's soldiers to attack Canglan, there was no guarantee that he could capture Canglan.

Mo Yanchen is the overlord of the sea. His experience and reputation in naval warfare are comparable to his young master's experience in land warfare. He is a master of strategic planning and military tactics.

If you want to know how powerful his young master is on land, then Mo Yanchen is just as powerful as he is on the sea.

Although all the members of the Canglan Gang were born pirates, they are all well-trained and in a fight, each of them is a fighter comparable to a soldier.

Besides, the soldiers his son currently controls are less than one-tenth of Mu Yuan’s private soldiers.

The old villain Mu Yuan is ambitious and has hundreds of thousands of private soldiers.

If he could get all these military powers, with his young master's ability to lead troops, there would be no worry that he could not destroy the imperial city and dig out all those evil officials who were involved in the Chi family case?

Chi Rui slumped on the ground, leaning against the wall behind him. The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, slowly sliding down his cheeks and finally flowing to his temples.

He subconsciously raised his hand and tried to wipe away the tear with his rough fingertips, but his movements were slow and weak.

Finally, he bent down, picked up the cracked black iron mask on the ground, and put it in his arms.

Qianyu felt extremely distressed. Over the years, she had followed him and watched him lead troops into battle and suffer various injuries.

Moreover, even in prison, he was tortured day and night, and he had never seen his son like this.

Qianyu knelt on one knee, looking at Chi Rui in such pain, her heart filled with bitterness.

"Sir, this Weicheng is still Mu Yuan's Weicheng. Go in first. You are still injured."

Chi Rui nodded slightly, slowly stood up, and his eyes gradually became clear again.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and then said, "Let Xue Lingyu come back immediately, and speed up the search for the master's whereabouts. We must quickly obtain solid evidence that Mu Yuan is harming people by refining medicine, and get the deployment map of his private soldiers."

"Yes, sir." Qianyu supported Chi Rui and prepared to rest.

Suddenly, a figure hurriedly left from the corner door of the atrium.

Chi Rui and Qian Yu looked at each other.

Chi Rui's eyes were filled with frost, and he said coldly, "Deal with it."

"Yes." Qianyu lowered his head and chased towards the corner gate.

Needless to say, that person must be Mu Yuan's spy planted in the mansion. Who knows how much of what they said just now was overheard.

Qianyu practiced martial arts and his lightness skills were also at a high level. He caught up with the eavesdropper in just two or three steps.

She was a maid doing chores in the mansion. Qianyu recognized her. The maid's name was Nan Yu, and she was indeed Mu Yuan's person.

Qianyu walked around a corridor, turned a corner, and blocked her at the corner of the corridor: "Nanyu."

Nan Yu heard something he shouldn't have heard, and knew he was doomed. He knelt down in front of Qian Yu with a plop and said, "Master Qian Yu, I promise I won't tell anyone what I heard. Please spare my life, Master Qian Yu."

Qianyu curled her lips, and indeed she had heard everything.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and before Nan Yu could react, he had already approached her.

Nan Yu opened his eyes wide in fear and wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make a sound. He died in an instant.

Qianyu observed the surroundings to make sure no one saw them, then dragged Nanyu's body out of the house through a side door.

The body was put into a sack, stuffed into a wooden barrel, loaded onto a cart, and pulled to a small hill in the suburbs.

He took a shovel and started digging a hole to bury the body.

He also recalled the days in Fengxian Village.

On dark and windy nights, I always help Su Xueer, that woman, deal with the corpses.

Nowadays, there is still no escape from the fate of digging holes and burying bodies.