After our homes were confiscated and we were exiled, the women in my clan and I raised a million sol

At the same moment, in another spacious but slightly dark hall, a man with a hideous scar on his face sat horizontally on a large chair.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the handle of the chair, as if he was thinking about some profound question or waiting for some news.

Every time the fingertips touch the wooden handle, a slight sound is made, which is particularly clear in this silent space.

Occasionally, he would pick up the wine glass in front of him and take a sip, an action that seemed casual but was actually full of control.

Just as this calm continued, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside, breaking the original tranquility.

Hearing this sudden sound, the man who had originally closed his eyes to rest immediately opened them and looked towards the door with a sharp gaze like a torch.

Immediately afterwards, a figure that looked a little breathless rushed in.

"Boss..."

As soon as the man stood still, he began to speak, his tone filled with excitement and anxiety.

"What's the urgent matter that has you guys in such a hurry?"

The man's voice was deep and powerful. Although he appeared calm on the outside, his quick sitting up showed that he was actually alert on the inside.

"We...we found that person's trace!"

The subordinate almost finished saying this in one breath before he came to his senses and carefully observed the changes in his boss's expression.

The man's eyes widened instantly.

"Is what you said true?"

He practically squeezed these words out from between his teeth, each syllable so full of power that people dared not look directly at its sharpness.

The man's eyes were fierce, as if they were devouring everything. The subordinate swallowed, nodded nervously, and then added cautiously, "Actually, logically speaking, we didn't find any trace of that person. We just found someone similar."

Hearing this, the man frowned and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He smashed the wine glass in his hand hard at his subordinate, and the liquid in the glass splashed out and splashed on his subordinate's body.

The man angrily shouted, "You bunch of losers! We've been searching for so long, and we haven't even found a trace. What are you doing? You claim to be the biggest gang in the underworld, but with all of you, it's a disgrace!"

His men were trembling with fear. He knew he had made a mistake, but he also had his own difficulties.

He explained in a trembling voice, "Boss, we don't know if that person is a rat, but he's hiding here and there, and we can't find any trace of him. We searched for a long time before we found this clue."

After hearing his subordinate's words, the man waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to explain any further. A hint of impatience flashed through his eyes, and he said, "Forget it. Where is the whereabouts of the person you're talking about?"

The subordinate replied cautiously: "Inside Ninggu City on the border."

The man frowned and fell silent. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he slowly asked, "Boss, what should we do now?"

The man glanced at him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Do I need to teach you this? I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. I'll personally lead my men to take care of this guy."

At the man's cold snort, the subordinate felt a chill running down his spine. He knew that his words seemed to have touched a sensitive nerve of the boss.

He raised his head cautiously, trying to express his loyalty and apology with his eyes, but the undisguised disdain on the man's face made him completely give up the idea.

"Boss, I... I think these are just a few people. Is it worth it for you to go to such great lengths to personally take action? Can't you just leave this matter to us?"

There was a slight tremor in the subordinate's voice, and he was obviously frightened by the man's attitude.

The man's eyes were as sharp as a sword. He slowly looked at the subordinate below. When his eyes swept over him, the subordinate lowered his head involuntarily. No one dared to look him in the eye.

"A small matter? Do you think this is a simple task of finding someone?"

"The issues involved here are far more complicated than you can imagine. If I don't take action myself, you won't know where to start."

A look of fear flashed in the subordinate's eyes. He had never seen the boss so angry.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, as if even breathing had become heavy.

"Remember, everyone has their own value and place. Your value lies in following orders, not questioning decisions."

The man's voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting the subordinate's heart.

The subordinates immediately nodded to show their understanding, and no one dared to say anything more.

The man looked at the pitiful appearance of his subordinate, and the anger in his heart subsided a little.

He knew that although this subordinate had limited abilities, he had always served him loyally.

Thinking of this, his tone softened a little.

The man continued, "And the reason I had to take action myself was because I said I wanted to personally avenge the Duke of Wu's mansion. If this person is the remaining bastard of the Duke of Wu, how can I take revenge?"

After hearing the man's words, the subordinate immediately nodded.

The man sat in a wide chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if thinking about some important decision.

Then the man said, "Tell our brothers to eat and drink enough tonight, and rush to Ning Gucheng early tomorrow morning."

Hearing his words, the subordinate said respectfully, "I understand. Don't worry, Boss. I will go and inform the brothers under my command now."

The man waved his hand and let him go impatiently.

Seeing the man's actions, his men retreated respectfully.

The man's eyes were fixed on the figure walking away, his brows furrowed, as if he was recalling some painful memory.

His fingers gently slid across the scar on his face. It was a deep scar, like a hideous centipede crawling on his cheek. Every time it rained, it would bring unbearable pain.

This scar is not only a physical injury, but also a mark on the soul.

Whenever he saw this scar, he would remember the night that made him suffer unbearable pain and the enemy who made him lose everything.

He once tried to forget, but the scar always reminded him that this hatred could not be erased.

A fierce light flashed in the man's eyes. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "I must take revenge in my lifetime! I must take revenge!"

After saying this, the man threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the glass instantly shattered into countless pieces.

At this time, the atmosphere in the study was a little solemn, and the discussion between Zhang Liang and others was nearing its end.

Liu Yu stood up slowly. Although he looked a little old, his eyes revealed depth and wisdom.

He bowed to Zhang Liang and said respectfully, "Master, it's getting late now. We'll leave first."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang nodded slightly, with a hint of reluctance and gratitude in his eyes.

He knew very well that Liu Yu and others had put in a lot of effort over the past few days, and it was time for them to have a good rest.

So, he responded gently: "Okay! Then you should go back and rest early."

As Zhang Liang finished speaking, Liu and the others stood up from their seats. There was a bit of fatigue on their faces, but more of it was expectation and determination for the future.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang also stood up. He walked to the door of the study and gently called out to a maid who happened to be passing by. He instructed, "Help me see Mr. Liu and the others off."

Upon hearing this, the maid nodded quickly. She walked forward quickly and stood respectfully beside Mr. Liu and the others, ready to lead them away.

Led by a maid, Wang Wu and his group slowly left, their backs gradually disappearing into the night.

Zhang Liang watched them leave and sighed softly.

He turned around and prepared to go back to his room to rest, but suddenly found Zhong Shu appeared behind him quietly, and was almost scared.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

Zhong Shu smiled slightly, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the tension and fatigue in Zhang Liang's heart.

She said softly, "I saw you guys have been discussing for so long, I thought you must be tired, so I came to check on you. I'll bring you some midnight snacks."