Because a roll of wrapped paper fell from the center of the broken sword. The paper was made of a special material that could resist water and fire erosion to a certain extent.
Zu An opened the scroll and his expression shifted between light and dark.
"What's wrong?" Sang Hong noticed his expression and asked curiously.
Zuan had already ordered his men to retreat to a distance, so he answered in a low voice, "The evidence we've been looking for, Shenzhou, is left here."
"What!" Sang Hong hurriedly took it and examined it. He saw that the roll of paper was actually a simple ledger, which could be corroborated with the one he had found at the Zhenyuan Chamber of Commerce.
The only difference is that this ledger also contains a large number of records of smuggling by the Qi King's lineage and the demon race.
No wonder King Qi didn't even spare the whole village; he was worried that the sunken boat might have left some evidence, but he couldn't find it. So he simply burned it all to get rid of it, so any evidence would be gone.
Little did anyone expect that Shen Zhou would hide the evidence in the toy wooden sword he made for his son, and that the wooden sword would unexpectedly be given to him; otherwise, he probably would not have escaped the fire this time either.
There is a divine will at work.
At this moment, Sang Hong said, "Azu, I need to go and control these people on the list right away. Shall we go together?"
Account books are just account books; they still need to be corroborated by actual people and objects to be considered solid evidence.
Zuan shook his head: "Uncle, you go ahead. I have more important things to do."
After speaking, he looked in a certain direction from Cloud City.
Sang Hong seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said worriedly, "Azu, don't be impulsive. Let's discuss this carefully."
Zu An said in a deep voice, "What is the purpose of cultivation? If one cannot settle scores and seek revenge, it is truly unsatisfying."
Without waiting for Sang Hong to stop him, he disappeared into the distance in a few leaps.
Sang Hong's face was ashen. He waved and led his men back to the city. In order to help Zu'an, he also needed to secure all kinds of evidence as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, Zuan sped along at breakneck speed and arrived at a mansion in the city.
"Zhao Zhi, get out here!" a loud shout rang out.
Inside the room, several people were sitting at a table, clinking glasses and toasting. Han Fengqiu, with his silver hair, was toasting several burly men: "Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen!"
The leader of the group had some yellow and black markings on his face, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "What's so hard about this? They're just a few country bumpkins, it doesn't take any effort at all. It's just that I don't understand why these mortals want us to help them."
Han Fengqiu laughed and said, "The main problem is that things are a bit turbulent in Yunzhong County recently. If we can't resolve this in the shortest time, we'll expose any flaws and all our efforts will be in vain."
The burly man nodded and said with some regret, "If you follow my advice, just eat them and be done with it, leaving no trace."
Han Fengqiu cursed the fool inwardly, but still replied kindly, "That would expose your identities, which would be disadvantageous for your future actions."
"Hmph, I can come and go as I please in Yunzhong County. Who can stop me?" the burly man sneered.
Han Fengqiu thought to himself that these demons were indeed barbaric and rude, and dealing with them was exhausting.
Just then, a furious roar came from outside.
The people in the room were furious and rushed out.
"I wondered who had the audacity to come here and cause trouble. It turns out to be Lord Zu." Han Fengqiu sneered after recognizing the newcomer.
Zuan noticed the burly man beside him, with a round face and striking yellow and black stripes on his face, and couldn't help but frown: "Tiger Clan?"
The pattern looks so much like a tiger's tattoo that it's hard not to recognize it.
Han Fengqiu secretly regretted that these simple-minded, muscle-bound guys had rushed out without thinking. She also blamed herself for being too angry and forgetting to stop them.
But since things had come to this, there was no need to hide anything. He said calmly, "These are the guards I've temporarily hired. There's no regulation from the court that forbids hiring them, is there?"
Because the demon race was defeated in the war, many demons remained in human territory as slaves. Many noble families kept demon slaves, and later, people even judged the family's wealth and status based on the types and number of demon slaves they owned.
Zu An hadn't come here to argue with him about these things, and coldly asked, "Where's Zhao Zhi? Why haven't I seen him come out?"
Han Fengqiu frowned and said, "Lord Zu, it's not right to address the heir by his given name directly. If this is investigated thoroughly, it could be a crime against you."
Zu An completely ignored him and asked directly, "Did you send people to kill Chen Zhou's wife and children?"
Upon hearing his words, the burly demon man beside him narrowed his eyes, but he knew the importance of the matter and did not speak for the time being.
Han Fengqiu sneered: "What are you talking about, Lord Zu? Who did we send to kill? I don't even know who Shen Zhou is. We are all officials in the court, so we should speak with evidence. Otherwise, I will report you when I get back, and you will be in big trouble."
Zuan glanced at him calmly: "Did you think I came here to investigate a case and patiently present the evidence to you?"
"My Great Zhou is a place with laws. What, does Lord Zu want to execute someone without a crime?" Han Fengqiu said with his arms crossed and a contemptuous look on his face.
"Congratulations, you're right." As soon as Zu An finished speaking, he flew in front of Han Fengqiu and slammed a palm at him.
Although Han Fengqiu said those words, he never expected that the other man would actually act so decisively. He hurriedly drew his sword, but he was already a fraction too slow. The other man's palm pressed directly onto the blade of his sword, and the sword did not stop him at all, continuing to strike his chest.
puff!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Han Fengqiu felt as if several of his ribs were broken, and he staggered back like a broken sandbag.
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