After Chen Yunli saw the copper coin left by Hei Xiao and immediately vomited blood and fainted, Hua Liangcheng was sealed off for two days, but the investigation yielded no results.

The Duke of Chen and his son suspected that Ji Chenhai and his son were behind it, but after they sent people to keep an eye on Ji Chenhai, Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao for two days, they couldn't find a single clue.

Wang An made a fortune of 30,000 taels overnight and was almost ecstatic. For the past two days, he has been sticking to Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao every day, and they can't even be chased away when they go to sleep.

Seeing that Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao looked at him with disdain, he cleverly began to flatter and win over Ji Chenhai, insisting that Ji Chenhai recognize him as his godfather.

Ji Chenhai waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, if you utter that sound, your father will be so angry he'll be lying in his coffin."

“He’s such an old-fashioned guy. I’ll just secretly recognize you as my godfather and not let him know.” Wang An was so clever of himself.

Ji Fengming laughed and said, "Your father is very sharp-eyed. You've found a father outside, how could he not know about such a big thing? He'll kick you out of the house when the time comes."

"Fine, I'll go up the mountain with my godfather and two older brothers. It's better than being trapped in that courtyard with high walls on all four sides." Wang An was a typical rich kid with the mentality of a rebellious teenager.

Before he could finish speaking...

Black Owl and Ji Fengming suddenly stood up at the same time, and Ji Chenhai also looked serious.

Before Wang An could finish his sentence, he was silenced by a glare from Ji Fengming.

As the room quieted down, the faint sound of footsteps on the roof of the inn became increasingly noticeable.

Wang An glanced out the window at the brightly lit streetlights and saw that the rooftops opposite were filled with people dressed in black and masked.

In Hualiang City, which was still under martial law, not long after nightfall, so many masked bandits openly appeared in the city, and the city guards did not react at all.

Wang An found it utterly unbelievable.

Suddenly.

A silver chain shot out from the window facing the street, heading straight for Wang An standing there.

Ji Chenhai, who was sitting at the table closest to Wang An, grabbed him and quickly retreated to the side to avoid him.

The iron claws on the silver chain head hooked onto the edge of the table by the window, instantly tearing the table into eight pieces.

Wang An turned pale with fright and cried out in alarm, "Help! There's an assassin!"

"Shut up! Do you think this is your home? Who do you think you are?" Ji Fengming glared at him irritably.

"No, these people are committing violence in the street, shouldn't the city's guards do something about it?" Wang An was very naive.

“If they were in charge, would these people even be able to get into the city?” Black Owl glanced at him helplessly.

The opponent missed their first attack and did not immediately launch a fierce offensive. On the rooftop opposite the window, a person wearing a ghost mask walked out and said in an unusually hoarse voice to Ji Chenhai and the others, "Leave Wang An and the things you shouldn't have taken, and I can let the three of you leave safely."

Wang An: "?!"

Shrimp?

These people were actually after him?

"Hey, are you guys mistaken? I just glanced at it... Ouch!" Wang An swallowed back his words after being pinched on the neck by Ji Chenhai, feeling extremely aggrieved: "Godfather, why are you pinching me? It hurts!"

"You dim-witted brat, trying to argue with a thief? Do you want to die even faster?" Ji Chenhai gave him another flick on the forehead.

Wang An then realized his mistake and almost confessed: "Godfather, I was wrong."

Ji Fengming looked at Wang An's simple-minded appearance and grinned wickedly: "Wang An, we can befriend him."