Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Amidst the clash of swords, Zhao Lian and Song Wenjie, each wielding a knife, maneuvered among the group of men in black.

The difference between masters is truly remarkable; their moves are so fast that outsiders can't even see them clearly.

There were more than a dozen men in black who came. After a brief exchange, two of them were stabbed and lay on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Chen Jing realized that the man and woman were highly skilled in martial arts, and immediately yelled at the guards not far away: "We've been raising soldiers for a thousand days, but we're only using them for one. You bunch of good-for-nothings, you're all afraid of death! Get up here now, or I'll punish you later!"

Hearing Chen Jing's reprimand, the guards had no choice but to bite the bullet and come over.

And now they could see that the situation was much better than before.

The man and woman were extremely skilled in martial arts, and in the blink of an eye, several men in black fell to the ground. This greatly boosted the confidence of the guards.

"Everyone, come on!"

Someone shouted something, and the guards immediately brandished their swords and rushed forward, joining the fight.

Song Wenjie and the leader of the men in black fought fiercely, but gradually, the men in black began to lose ground.

The appearance of Song Wenjie and Zhao Lian had already thrown them into disarray, and now that several more men in black had been killed or wounded, the remaining men in black were starting to become restless.

Now that the guards were in high spirits and had joined the fight, they made things even more chaotic for the guards.

Unexpectedly, the man's skill level was far beyond his expectations. Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of the men in black lost all will to fight.

He swung his sword at Song Wenjie in a feint, then leaped onto the roof, and Song Wenjie quickly gave chase.

When the men in black below saw their leader escape, they panicked and fled as well.

This was a psychological battle. Chen Jing saw through the charade and immediately shouted, "Trying to escape? Where do you think you're going? Everyone, catch them right now, and there will be a big reward!"

Hearing that there was a reward, the guards immediately perked up, their morale soaring, and they rushed forward eagerly.

These men in black all had the same martial arts skills and were well-trained. They didn't look like ordinary people, and each of them had excellent skills. For a while, the guards couldn't handle them at all.

Fortunately, the escape of the leader broke down their psychological defenses, and these men in black gradually became agitated, occasionally drawing blood.

Seeing that his side had gained the upper hand, Chen Jing shouted happily, "Everyone, don't let them escape! There will be a great reward for catching them!"

Although the men in black were highly skilled, the long fight had exhausted them, and the guards, hearing of the reward, were even more energized. Before long, two more men in black collapsed.

Zhao Lian shouted, "Everyone, we must capture them alive!"

This reminded everyone that after a fight, the remaining men in black stood back to back, surrounded by the others.

Now Chen Jing was full of confidence. He put his hands behind his back and said coldly to the men in black, "If you can tell me who ordered you, I will spare your lives."

The men in black looked at each other, seemingly seeking opinions. One of them blinked, then nodded, before his gaze froze.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Zhao Lian immediately shouted, "Oh no! They're planning to take poison! Catch them quickly!"

But it was too late; the next second, the men in black were already lying on the ground.

Zhao Lian rushed over to check on him, and pulled off the black-clad man's mask, only to find it was too late. The poison took effect quickly, and soon the man's face turned purplish-black, and blood began to flow from his seven orifices.

Several men's masks were ripped off in succession, and all of them were treated the same way. It seems that these men in black had already prepared themselves to die before they came.

If they realize something is wrong, they would rather commit suicide by poisoning themselves and keep the secret to themselves than let themselves fall into the hands of the other party for torture and forced confession.

At this moment, Song Wenjie also returned. It seemed he hadn't caught the man in black. Zhao Lian stood up and asked, "How did things go on your end?"

Song Wenjie said with a dark face, "It was too dark, and he was wearing black clothes, so he escaped."

Zhao Lian was immediately furious: "You're so stupid! I knew this would happen!"

Song Wenjie curled his lips: "If you're so capable, why didn't you leave a single one alive?"

Zhao Lian pouted, "I never expected they would actually take poison."

Upon examination, all the men in black who had taken poison were found to be dead. The men in black who had been injured earlier were also in serious condition and there seemed to be no hope of recovery.

Yao Miao stepped forward, smiling obsequiously as he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Thank you so much, young lady and hero, for saving my life!"

"Save you? I wish I could kill you!" Zhao Lian didn't care about anything else at this moment and angrily ripped off her face mask.

Yao Miao looked Zhao Lian up and down, then asked with a puzzled expression, "I have never met you before, why do you hate me?"

"You know Prefect Song, right? He's my godfather!"

Yao Miao recognized her at this moment, pointing at Zhao Lian with a sudden realization: "Oh, I remember now, that night I heard you talking to Lord Song."

Pooh!

Zhao Lian immediately rebuked, "Look at you, so handsome but so vicious! Lord Chen, I'm taking this person with me." With that, she swiftly twisted Yao Miao's hands behind her back.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts! Let me go!" Yao Miao cried out in pain, "Lord Chen, please save me!"

Chen Jing ignored Yao Miao and walked straight up to Song Wenjie, staring at Song Wenjie as he bowed: "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the General Dingchao."

"Hahaha~"

Song Wenjie laughed loudly and ripped off his mask: "Lord Chen is indeed clever. But my father has been wronged by you all, Lord Chen, shouldn't you give me an explanation!" As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, and a coldness appeared in them.

Chen Jing said solemnly, "General Song, this was all Yao Miao's doing. However, I was also at fault. I was confused for a moment. I will definitely report the truth to Lord Tu and clear your father's name."

"You guys, quickly tie him up." Chen Jing ordered the guards beside him to tie Yao Miao up.

"You dare!" Yao Miao glared at him.

"This~"

The guards came over with ropes, but hesitated and didn't dare to make a move.

Zhao Lian ripped the mask off the face of the man in black and stuffed it into Yao Miao's mouth. Then, she snatched the rope from the guard's hand, tied Yao Miao up tightly, and threw him into a corner.

Song Wenjie was dumbfounded by how smoothly Zhao Lian performed the move.

Zhao Lian dusted off her hands, raised an eyebrow at Song Wenjie, and asked, "How was it? Did I do a great job?"

A hint of speechlessness flashed in Song Wenjie's eyes, and his lips twitched: "That's right, well done."

Zhao Lianbo replied without hesitation, "You flatter me!"

Song Wenjie was both amused and exasperated, and shook his head. He had never seen such a shameless girl before.

"Please sit down, Lord Chen. Let's discuss a business deal." Song Wenjie took the initiative and sat down.