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Wu Hao wanted to refute, but recalling their last encounter in the alley where they were ambushed, he closed his mouth. The movements of the lord must have been leaked by an insider. This time, too many people wanted Xu Xianzhi dead. Only in death would he be unable to expose the forces behind him.
Wu Hao clenched his fists and said with self-reproach, "I will do my utmost to root out the traitor."
However, Rong Jiayi did not respond to this but changed the subject. "Is there anything else to report?"
Wu Hao's expression brightened. "There is indeed one thing!"
"My lord, we have been tracking the White Wolf for so long, and we finally discovered his whereabouts!"
The White Wolf was a codename they had assigned to a suspect from the Northern Rong. Since this person entered the capital, he had turned two important businesses—salt trade and military supplies—upside down. He even intercepted several waterways and land routes, causing significant losses to the court in terms of troops and silver, which amounted to an astronomical figure.
To capture this ruthless character known as the White Wolf, Rong Jiayi had recently been under immense pressure. His eyes initially lit up but then darkened again. "The White Wolf is extremely cautious; we don’t even know his name or what he looks like. It’s likely a trap."
Wu Hao asked, "Then should we not go?"
"No," Rong Jiayi replied firmly. "Even if it is a trap, this information is too valuable to ignore. You arrange for personnel; I will personally investigate."
Wu Hao felt it was too dangerous and wanted to advise against it, but seeing Rong Jiayi's determination, he dared not speak further.
That night, just as the rain stopped, a group of men in black riding swift horses dashed through the puddles. The houses lining the streets were sparse; every household had extinguished their lights and tightly closed their doors. An ominous chill hung in the air.
Suddenly, the sound of arrows slicing through the air echoed!
Rong Jiayi swiftly drew his sword, slicing through the hail of arrows, and coldly commanded, "Prepare for battle!"
A group of black-clad assassins descended from all directions. As Wu Hao engaged them in battle, he angrily exclaimed, "So it was a trap after all!"
With Rong Jiayi leading a considerable number of people, they still had some means to cope. Just as this thought crossed his mind, the man wearing the white wolf mask swiftly dispatched three opponents in the blink of an eye!
Wu Hao was taken aback. What terrifying strength was this? And why did that figure and his fighting style seem so familiar?
Not only him, but Rong Jiayi's heart began to race as he caught sight of that fierce silhouette. Countless memories flashed before his eyes. This style was strikingly similar to Xiao Yu's!
"Who are you? There seems to be some misunderstanding between us. Can we sit down and talk?" Rong Jiayi stared intently at him, his grip on the sword trembling from exertion.
The man in the white wolf mask remained silent, merely making a gesture for total annihilation. His pitch-black, deep-set eyes were filled with murderous intent!
In this life-and-death moment, Rong Jiayi had no choice but to fight back. Yet, driven by an urgent desire to unravel the mystery in his heart, he sacrificed some of his defense and launched a frenzied attack.
Before long, he bore numerous wounds, some deep enough to expose bone! He seemed oblivious to the pain as blood soaked through his clothes.
The sharp blade of the white wolf grazed his neck, nearly severing his throat! Finally, his sword managed to slice through the white wolf mask.
Crack!
The mask fell away, revealing a face that left him utterly shocked—Xiao Yu! It was truly Xiao Yu!
He is not dead!
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