A group of people and horses came hurriedly. On the back of the leading one-horned horse was a fat man who was over eight feet tall, with a waist circumference of nearly nine feet and a body covered with white flesh.

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Someone who knew him exclaimed, "Oh, it's Ling Shou, the chief steward of the Ling family. Why is he here in person?"

Unlike Ling Fu who died in the tiger's teeth two days ago, Ling Shou is the real butler of the Ling family, in charge of all internal and external affairs of the Ling family, and his real power is only second to the current head of the Ling family. If it is not a really important matter, how can ordinary people have the opportunity to see him in person?

Although he was three times fatter than Ling Fu, Ling Shou's figure was unusually agile. He rushed to the commercial dock with a large group of guards. Before his mount could stop, Ling Shou had already floated up like a dandelion in the wind, silently crossed a distance of more than twenty feet, and landed lightly on the ground.

Ten huge warships were moored against the shore. Large groups of private soldiers in helmets and armor walked out of the cabins with expressionless faces. Amid loud commands, they lined up in neat squares of a hundred men on the dock.

Low footsteps continued to sound, and every time a square of 100 people formed, they immediately marched in neat steps towards the open space in the distance. One after another, the squares of 100 people moved in a line, their steps were like thunder, and the murderous aura on the dock was so fierce that the smoke and dust gradually rose to a height of more than ten feet.

A dozen middle-aged men dressed in brocade robes, with an indescribable arrogance in their demeanor but a hint of caution in their eyes and brows, walked down from several huge ships and hurried to Ling Shou.

Ling Shou bent down slightly with difficulty, saluted the group of people, took out a handwritten letter from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Sirs, this is a handwritten letter from Master Zhou. He is busy organizing the Dragon Gate Banquet and cannot be with us. This is the detailed account of everything that has happened in the past few days. I'm afraid that the six young masters are in trouble."

Ling Shou's eyes flickered and he looked at the people in front of him with mixed emotions.

They are the managers of the six major families behind the six young masters including Li Qian and Zhao Kuo. They command the family fleets and travel thousands of miles to Yizhou in order to cooperate with Zhou Liuyun in his actions in Yizhou.

However, after traveling all the way and sailing against wind and rain for more than half a year, they were about to reach Qizhou when they suddenly received a letter from a spiritual bird, saying that the young masters of their six families who had become Zhou Liuyun's disciples had disappeared inexplicably!

Although they said they were missing, Zhou Liuyun told them frankly that the guards of Li Qian and the other six people died tragically beside the Chu family's mine, so Li Qian and the other six people were probably in trouble. However, Zhou Liuyun also warned them in the letter that the Chu family was the local boss of Qizhou, and unless they had solid evidence to prove that they murdered Li Qian and the other six people, they must not rashly conflict with the Chu family.

A large group of private soldiers kept coming out of the cabins, and gangways were extended from other cabins. Many shirtless sailors and porters shouted slogans and pushed out carts of food and fodder from the cabins, as well as bundles of unidentified objects wrapped tightly in oilcloth.

Although the tarpaulin blocked the view, when the packages were piled on the dock, heavy metal collision sounds continued to be heard. It was obvious that the tarpaulin packages were filled with various heavy metal objects.

Looking at those expressionless and vicious private army soldiers, the local people of Yizhou at the dock immediately understood that these heavy oilcloth packages must be various weapons, as well as various arrows, armor and other items.

Angry curses and panicked screams were heard in the distance.

The commercial cargo dock of Qizhou could not accommodate so many giant ships at the same time. The giant ships of several large families at the back were too lazy to wait, so they simply went upstream and rushed to the Baimang River Fish Market Dock.

The sails of the giant ships were shining brightly. These giant ships made of riveted steel plates raised huge waves and crashed towards the shore unscrupulously.

Many fishing boats were overturned by the huge waves, and more than twenty fishing boats were run over by the giant ship. The wooden fishing boats were smashed to pieces, and the fishermen on the boats jumped off the boats to escape.

The huge ship approached the shore in an extremely brutal manner. A large number of fishing boats and more than a dozen simple piers were smashed by the huge ship. The sound of wooden boards and wooden piles breaking was endless. A large amount of dust flew up, and countless wood fragments sprayed dozens of feet away, like arrows, knocking down a large number of fishermen, fishmongers and purchasing staff from each household on the fish market dock.

Several fish teeth had their heads broken by the flying wooden stakes, and blood spurted out from the wounds.

Many people had their faces scratched by the broken wood and their arms and legs injured. They cried and screamed, and fled in all directions.

Many sailors and private soldiers on the huge ship laughed loudly, pointing at the crowd fleeing in panic on the dock and laughing at them.

Along with a low sound, the side decks on both sides of the giant ship opened, and wide metal gangways extended out. A large group of private soldiers filed out, and sailors and porters shouted slogans and transported a large amount of supplies from the cabin.

From the huge ships that had docked, some men who were also dressed in brocade robes and behaved with great arrogance, but whose eyes and brows showed the cautiousness and shrewdness unique to servants, hurried over here with their guards.

An old man with gray hair and age spots all over his face was playing with a huge Ruyi jade ornament in his hand. He looked at the stewards of the six major families and laughed loudly: "Old Li, Old Zhao, what happened to your six families? Master Li Qian, Master Zhao Kuo, how did they end up here?"

Shaking his head vigorously, the old man sighed and said, "You six families are so unlucky. The good seeds you cultivated with great effort just died like this. Tsk tsk, pity the soups and medicines they used for bathing and the pills they took in the past twenty years."

The faces of the six managers were dark, and they were trembling as they looked at the old man.

The old man pointed at his nose and laughed loudly, "The six young masters are definitely dead, no doubt about it. Hey, you should first consider how to send a message to your master and how to explain to the family! We are different. We want to assist our own young masters and make achievements in this state!"

The managers behind the old man laughed out loud, and some even raised their voices like street vendors: "Old Jin is right! Hey, let's go into the city of Qizhou and meet Mr. Zhou, and pay our respects to our young master, right?"

The stewards of the six families gnashed their teeth and looked at the old man and the stewards of the other families. The steward of the Li family took the handwritten letter handed to him by Ling Shou, read it carefully, and then read it again seriously. Finally, he stamped his feet, sneered with a gloomy face, and said: "Who is Chu Tian? This time, we are going to peel off his skin and pull out his tendons! None of his men can be spared!"

Ling Shou nodded slowly. He looked around and suddenly saw an extremely burly figure among the crowd watching in the distance.