Zuo Guanglie led the group, laughing and joking, following Fang Che.

Fang Che had no choice but to lead them on.

Anyway, for Fang Che, it didn't matter if there were more or fewer people, and it was good that Zuo Guanglie and the others followed along as witnesses.

So a group of people headed toward Fang Che's destination, dressed in black Deacon's clothes, walking in a crowd on the street, looking very impressive.

After a few turns, they reached a bustling street, where a large locust tree stood by the roadside.

Beside the locust tree, a flag was erected, Ping An Escort Agency.

An brass plaque.

At the door, two huge bronze lions stared fiercely, very imposing.

Fang Che walked straight over to the escort agency.

The other deacons were stunned: Didn't you say you came to buy something? Why did you enter the escort agency?

Fang Che stopped and whispered, "Everyone, follow my lead in a moment."

Zuo Guanglie's expression changed: "Steward Fang, what is this?"

"I received a tip that this is a sub-branch of the Heavenly God Sect."

The faces of ten people changed, including Zuo Guanglie, who was eager for merit, all feeling a chill rise from the top of his head.

Staring at this Lord Steward.

You damn... you're leading us to our deaths.

Can our few people take down a sub-branch of the Heavenly God Sect?

"Steward Fang, this is too risky!"

"You can still go back now; it's not too late. I originally planned to act alone."

Fang Che said.

Then he walked straight in.

Zuo Guanglie's face changed, and he stomped his foot: "Damn it, we can't just watch our brother fight alone, brothers, let's go! This is a chance to earn merit!"

"Damn it!"

The group's expressions changed, becoming cold and determined, raising their chests and heads, and they all entered together!

After Fang Che entered, he began shouting, "Is anyone here? Come out if anyone's breathing!"

Inside the escort agency, there were indeed people. Seeing such a group of Guardians of the Great Hall rush in, they were all startled and hurriedly went inside to report.

Then a middle-aged man with two young people came out, laughing and with a welcoming face.

When Fang Che saw him.

Oh, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

It was Squad Leader Qiao Yishu, who had arrived at the Yixin Sect Branch last night.

And the two by his side, one was Ning Chengwei, the other also familiar, had also been there last night.

"Oh, what a joyful occasion today, to have all these lords visit us; our Ping An Escort Agency is absolutely honored. Please, please, come inside for some tea."

Fang Che's face was like iron, and he waved his hand, shouting: "Enough with the small talk! Serve tea for what? Today is a patrol; be honest, what's your name?"

Qiao Yishu chuckled and said, "I am Qiao Yunliang, my lord..."

"Are you this agency's Chief?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Qiao Yunliang, tsk tsk, your name sounds a bit suspicious, as if from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!" Fang Che said faintly.

Qiao Yunliang grimaced and said, "My lord, you jest."

"Heh heh, whether I jest or not, you know it best. Now, bring out everyone from your agency. No one is to be left out!"

Fang Che stood with hands behind his back, full of officiousness, commanding with authority.

"Yes, yes... go call the people."

Qiao Yishu ordered Ning Chengwei.

Ning Chengwei turned his head to call the people.

At such a critical moment, there was no room for laziness.

Must genuinely call them.

Because it was a deacon's inspection, if someone was missed and found out later, then it wouldn't matter if it was just dirt in the pants: if everyone had nothing to hide, why did you hide a few people?

The problem was that no one could withstand an investigation... so now cooperation and muddling through was the best option.

He then turned to Fang Che and said, "I ask this Lord Deacon to wait a moment."

Fang Che snorted coldly and said, "Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

He then turned and, acting like the leader, directed Zuo Guanglie and others, saying: "Spread out and check around, make sure no one is missing. Check strictly against the registered number; whether there are more or fewer people, there must be accountability."

"Yes, my lord!"

Zuo Guanglie, understanding the order, stood upright and saluted.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Divide into five teams, keep an eye on the rooftops."

With a swish, ten people went up onto the roof.

Blades and swords were drawn, shining in the sun on the rooftop.

In the courtyard, Fang Che stood with hands behind his back, his eyes coldly scanning Qiao Yishu, and said lightly: "Have someone close the agency's door, so as not to disturb the public. Isn't this basic rule something you already know?"

"Yes, yes."

Qiao Yishu quickly ran to close the main door personally, came back to Fang Che's side, and with a bitter face said: "My lord, we really are law-abiding citizens. We're just running an escort service to earn a bit of hard-earned money; we have no ties to the Demon Sect at all."

"Whether there are ties, it's not up to you or me; there will be a result after the patrol."

Fang Che, hands behind his back, said faintly: "Show me your roster!"

"Yes."

Qiao Yishu quickly went inside to get the roster.

At this moment, many people had already come out one after another, lining up in the large courtyard, all of whom were escorts and heads of the agency, each appearing proper.

All looked somewhat fearful of these deacons.

Fang Che, hands behind his back, watched as people came out one by one, unable to resist calculating merit points in his mind.

This wave... quite a few.

Qiao Yishu came out, presenting a brand-new roster.

Fang Che took it, flipping through it casually, and said: "I remember the Chief of this escort agency wasn't you before? Why was there a sudden change?"

Qiao Yishu smiled: "The previous Chief Wang was old, his sons had no future in martial arts, and doing this job was risky. He always wanted to transfer, and had discussed with me many times. It wasn't until a few months ago that I took over."

"And where is Chief Wang?" Fang Che looked at the roster and asked faintly: "Where is he?"

"Chief Wang was a good man; he even stayed back to help me settle relations and visited all the clients. Then he took a group for a final trip, only feeling at ease afterward, taking his sons and daughters-in-law back to the countryside."

Qiao Yishu laughed: "We still keep in touch often; when it's cold, we rarely take escorts. Sometimes when I'm free, I visit Brother Wang for a few drinks."

Fang Che coldly chuckled in his mind.

Damn, they've been buried in the backyard for who knows how long, and you speak of him so sentimentally.

"Oh? Chief Wang is gone, and even the agency's escorts were all replaced? Did all the previous ones resign?"

Fang Che's gaze was icy.

"Most of them left."

Qiao Yishu smiled, but his answers were smooth: "The lord should understand, after all, each new ruler appoints new ministers. Those trusted and those not, are different."

"Is everyone here?"

"All here, total eighty-four people."

"Not a few."

Fang Che pretended to check the names.

Faintly said: "Oh, there's even a female escort?"

"Yes, these ladies are quite skilled."

"Where's that pillar? Why isn't he here?"

Fang Che named someone, and no one replied. It was the one Fang Che almost killed last night.

"Injured while escorting, severely hurt, lying in bed."

"Oh? Severely hurt? Interesting, let me take a look."

Fang Che waved.

Instructed Qiao Yishu to lead the way to the residential area in the backyard.

Qiao Yishu had no choice but to lead the way.

A medicinal smell wafted as they approached the door. Upon entering, one could see that the fellow had recovered quite a bit; it seemed the resources of Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters were abundant, but with a fractured knee, it couldn't have healed so quickly.

"Well, he looks fine; where's the injury?"

"The knee was shattered."

"Lift the blanket and let me see."

The blanket was lifted, Fang Che placed a hand and pressed: "Is it shattered here?"

"Ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted.

His knee had just been aligned with spiritual medicine; with a press from Fang Che, a cracking sound broke it again.

The scream truly shook the heavens and the earth.

"My lord!"

Qiao Yishu's face changed.

Fang Che said faintly: "So it really was shattered. Have a good recovery."

He flicked his large cloak, bravely walking out.

Qiao Yishu and the others: "..."

Fang Che, hands behind his back, strolled around the backyard, occasionally raising nitpicking questions, which Qiao Yishu had to answer one by one.

Fang Che didn't let others leave, so no one dared to scatter, over eighty people accompanying the Lord Steward on a walk. The momentum was quite grand.

"What's going on here?"

Fang Che said: "The soil here seems a bit darker."

Qiao Yishu felt a chill in his heart and said: "It's probably because of the fertilizer used here."

"Fertilizer? What are you trying to plant? Humans?"

Fang Che's gaze turned cold and said faintly: "Is it human fertilizer? Dig it up and let me see!"

"..."

Not good.

It seems exposure is imminent.

Qiao Yishu's heart was instantly filled with panic, alarms ringing, a killing intent had already risen, yet still accompanied with a smile, he said: "There's no need, my lord, is there?"

"No need?"

Fang Che turned his head, coldly looking at him: "What? Are you panicking?"

He glared, commanding loudly: "Dig it up for me!"

Qiao Yishu took a deep breath and said: "What is the honorable lord's surname?"

Fang Che ignored him, walked over to that area, suddenly clapped his hands, spiritual energy surged, the ground shaking as several feet of turf was lifted up.

Revealing a large pit underneath.

In the pit, there were corpses, white bones.

And they hadn't died long ago.

In the winter, there wasn't even time for decomposition.

There were old and young, even a few children.

As many as hundreds of corpses.

The ten deacons on the rooftop were immediately shocked and turned pale.

Among the bodies, from their clothing, it was evident they were the former members of the escort agency, unexpectedly all killed here without exception!

Fang Che turned, cold and stern: "Qiao Yunliang, what is this?"

Qiao Yishu gave a sly smile: "My lord, these are your death sentence..."

Fang Che slowly drew a saber, not the Nine-Ring Saber from last night.

But a saber of ordinary design.

Faintly said: "Is that so?"

Suddenly his whole body trembled, with a loud roar, momentum erupted fiercely, Evil Qi simultaneously exploding and sweeping everyone.

He was standing right in the center of the crowd, like a moon surrounded by stars.

One explosion, and everyone was immediately affected. Each person felt their whole body's veins freeze as if in that moment.

Their minds were somewhat dizzy.

"This blade technique's name is truly remarkable. Hentian no eye!"

Fang Che let out a long shout: "If heaven had eyes, how could it allow you evil spirits to commit such atrocities!"

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