How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

This printing factory usually prepares separate workshops for several major newspapers. When they are working for them, they close the door to prevent others from seeing them, in order to prevent the newspaper's information from being leaked.

The same thing happened at the Yuxin Newspaper office last night; Boss Chen received the news and opened the factory gates overnight. To save trouble, they printed it in the workshop closest to the entrance.

"This is it. When they left, they specifically told the workers not to open it, but to wait a few hours before opening it, otherwise the exclusive news would be leaked and they wouldn't pay the final payment, so the door is still closed right now."

Hearing this, Guo Zixing had some expectations, but he still needed to think it over further.

Jiang Shen, on the other hand, was much more violent. As soon as Boss Chen pointed in a direction, he kicked the door open.

"Clang~"

The heavy wooden door collapsed to the ground with a thud.

As the dust kicked up by the door settled, everyone could see the scene inside the room.

"Ah? This..."

Mr. Chen pointed to the scene inside the room, speechless. Four or five workers were lying face up on the printing press, each with a neat bloodstain on their throat.

"One swift blow, a clean kill, no chance to call for help. Even if he did..." Jiang Shen looked at the roaring machines outside, "he probably wouldn't have heard it."

Mr. Chen's mouth was agape, still reeling from the shock.

"What...what kind of disaster is this?! Young Master Guo, you must do me justice! These workers all come from poor backgrounds. If something happens to them, how will their families survive?"

Boss Chen clung to Guo Zixing's leg, wailing and crying.

Guo Zixing felt a headache coming on. "Get up first."

"No, you must stand up for me!"

Guo Zixing's face darkened. "We need to investigate the case. Have the unimportant people leave first, and turn off the machines."

Having received confirmation, Boss Chen got up and sheepishly went out to make the arrangements.

Qingru admired Boss Chen for his ability to be flexible and resilient. Even someone of his seniority could cry and shed tears in front of Guo Zixing, a junior.

Mr. Chen immediately positioned himself as a victim. Although this might seem like an attempt to distance himself from the situation, he is not yet considered a major figure.

Guo Zixing and his two companions entered the workshop, where there were three machines that could accommodate about ten people working at the same time.

The five workers who died here, plus the four who died later at the newspaper office, make up the numbers.

It seems that the person shot and killed in the newspaper office, along with these five workers, were the ones who worked through the night to print the newspaper.

If he committed murder, what was his motive? And who benefited from it?

These are questions that all three of them are pondering.

Qingru, being meticulous, squatted down and searched for clues on the dirty and messy ground.

Examining the paper carefully, inch by inch, one could see that the scattered papers on the ground were stained with blood. Few of them contained any information; most were torn or poorly printed and had been discarded on the ground.

What is that? Qingru suddenly noticed the small crumpled paper under the third machine.

It wasn't exactly hidden intentionally; perhaps because there were so many people, this small group was pushed under the wall and concealed by the machines.

In other words, Qingru is small in stature, and when she bends down, she can just see the crumpled paper stuck at the bottom.

Qingru struggled to pull the crumpled paper out with a stick, then unfolded it to take a look.

"Come look! What is this?"

Guo Zixing's face darkened after reading it. "Guo Ziyou! You're very good."

It turns out that the date printed on this newspaper is today, and the content of the newspaper is exactly the same as the version that reported on Guo Zixing.

The only difference was that the original report on Guo Zixing showed Guo Ziyou and several young men lying on their backs smoking opium. Although the photo was blurry, Guo Zixing recognized it at a glance.

The title is "Why did Lord Lin forbid it? All the sons of noble families have become immortals?"

Becoming an immortal? Given Guo Ziyou's ethereal appearance, it was quite a fitting description. The other Guo Zixings also looked familiar; weren't they all Guo Ziyou's cronies?

Guo Zixing gave a disdainful snort.

Marshal Guo hated opium the most and strictly forbade it from appearing under his command. If this news about Guo Ziyou had already been exposed, he would probably have been forever barred from the position of Young Marshal.

The reason why the news about the two brothers was switched is almost obvious.

Qingru and Jiang Shen kept their eyes closed and didn't dare to expose this suspicion.

Guo Zixing carefully put away the newspaper, his eyes bloodshot and menacing.

"Let's go back to the Marshal's Mansion."

Guo Zixing exuded an eerie aura, appearing as majestic and solemn as a thunder god.

Qingru silently composed herself. She hadn't seen Guo Zixing like this in a long time; this man's temper was not to be underestimated.

Jiang Shen and Qingru followed behind Guo Zixing, one on the left and one on the right. However, although Jiang Shen was pragmatic, he was not as cautious as Qingru.

He blinked, hinting at Qingru.

Qingru couldn't understand it at all, and looked away in frustration.

Guo Zixing left a squad of soldiers to guard the printing factory and led the rest of his men back to the Marshal's Mansion.

The building in the front yard was Marshal Guo's office, and Guo Zixing went upstairs without any hindrance.

After thinking it over, Qingru still stopped her, "Are you sure you want to tell the Commander-in-Chief yourself?"

Seeing Qingru's worried gaze, Guo Zixing reluctantly withdrew his imposing manner, "If I get the evidence and don't get angry and file a complaint, that's not my style."

Qingru realized that it made sense; Guo Zixing wasn't one to keep quiet. If she asked someone else to tell Commander Guo, it would backfire.

Leaving Qingru and Jiang Shen outside, Guo Zixing went into the office alone.

"Father, let me show you the results I found this morning."

Commander Guo stubbed out his cigarette and suspiciously picked up the newspaper Guo Zixing had handed him...

"Boss, where did this newspaper come from?"

Contrary to expectations, Commander Guo's voice was cold yet calm, as if he were asking about a routine official matter.

"The suburban printing factory was the Yuxin Newspaper, which reported the scandal between my son and Miss Zheng."

"Oh? Yuxin Newspaper?"

"Yes, the employees of Yuxin Newspaper are dead. A total of thirteen bodies have been found. In addition, the workers who worked overnight to print for Yuxin Newspaper are also dead, a total of four people."

Guo Dashuai picked up his cigarette again and started smoking. He used to never touch cigarettes, but in recent years, his illness had become increasingly tormenting, and he had become addicted to them.

The air was filled with the smell of cigars and the smoke of burning cigarettes, and Guo Zixing remained silent.

After a long while, Commander Guo finished his cigarette.

"What are you going to do?"

Guo Zixing said, "I think this matter is of great importance. Someone deliberately framed us, and their purpose is to target Sifang City and even Huguang."

“How come you see?”

"I think this attack on the Zheng family was the result of a multi-faceted power struggle, and the real purpose was to stir up trouble. The Zheng family's weapons are very important to us. Destroying the Zheng family would cut off the Guo family's 'granary,' and this was aimed at both the Zheng and Guo families."

The newspapers are reporting on my affair with Miss Zheng, clearly trying to tie the Guo and Zheng families together. But why? Wouldn't that only strengthen our family's power?

Regarding the replacement, if the content of the replaced newspaper is true, then as Marshal Guo, your son's alleged opium use is a slap in the face and damages your image in the eyes of the people. Therefore, the replacement of the content is actually a good thing. But who replaced the content overnight? Why would they do this for the Guo family?

Guo Zixing asked a series of questions, and the commander-in-chief's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, until his expression finally turned serious.

"Keep checking!"