"Back then, my father passed away, and all the family's funds were depleted. They actually lent it to an unknown person, and what happened with my father..."

Ma Xiaoyun stopped talking, his eyes filled with fear.

It was a nightmare, a nightmare that has not completely dissipated after so many years.

"Okay, let's not talk about the past, let's do business first." Mrs. Song handed over a glass of water with worry in her eyes.

The two looked at each other and soon became silent.

…

The backyard of Zhongyongbo Mansion.

"Xingyun, is the Ma Xiaoyun you saw normal?" Yu'er asked, sitting on a stone chair under the tree.

The disguise on Xingyun's body has not been removed. Jia Zhen, a wealthy businessman, was disguised as him, and the wolf on his chest was painted and engraved with special paint.

If you don't wash it with special liquid, ordinary water can't wash away the traces, and if you don't touch it with your fingers at close range, you basically can't tell the authenticity from the fake.

"Ma Xiaoyun doesn't have much of a problem. I mentioned his father deliberately. His mood fluctuated, but it was not that serious, and there was no sign of being controlled by the word Gu." Xingyun said.

"Since it's not Ma Xiaoyun's problem, maybe it has something to do with his family." Yu'er thought for a moment and said.

"It is possible. The investigation found that someone nearby claimed that Ma Xiaoyun and his wife had a questionable identity."

"What was your original identity?"

"It is said that she is a daughter of the Song family who fled from the north, but some people say that this daughter of the Song family was the last concubine that Ma Sanchao took."

"So, the daughter of the Song family and the concubine Song are the same person?" Yu'er's eyes moved slightly.

"It's just speculation at the moment, there is no concrete evidence." Xingyun said.

"Aren't you going to go again in a few days? Then tomorrow we will go to see Ma Sanchao's tomb first." Yu'er pursed her lips and said.

"That's fine. We'll go there tomorrow night. Ma Sanchao's tomb is in the mountains near the north of the city. I already know the approximate location. I'll have everyone prepare the tools."

Xingyun stood up.

"Okay, let's set off together tomorrow."

…

The water temperature today is extremely cold. Even though the first lunar month has ended, it is still a cold winter in Beijing.

This year's winter was so long that the water in the river was freezing cold.

Han Feiyu arrived at the dock. The Feiyu had been almost repaired and could sail at any time. However, there were no sailing plans recently. Many orders in the capital had been cancelled, and some orders could be transported by other ships.

"Gang leader, I think that boy Wang Xiaodao has a conspiracy." Zheng Feilong was carrying a huge mace on his back, and there were many spikes embedded in the head, which looked chilling.

This was specially made by Yang Ruoqing by the weapon craftsmen in the Science and Technology Garden. It is actually much easier to make than a sword. Even if ordinary people can barely pick it up, they will not be able to truly exert the power of the mace.

Only a person with natural divine power like Zheng Feilong can control this weapon.

"You don't have to ask about his purpose, we all know it." Han Feiyu's face turned cold, and she got angry whenever she heard the name Wang Xiaodao.

She had played with this person since she was little, and she only wished that she could not see through this person's true colors earlier.

It turns out that Wang Xiaodao had been disguising himself until that day when he was completely exposed.

The assassination that day caused considerable losses to the Feiyu Gang. After escaping, Wang Xiaodao revealed a large amount of internal information about the Feiyu Gang.

Those customers who cooperated with Feiyu Gang left one after another, and that was the reason.

With specific information, several other water transportation gangs in the capital can carry out targeted attacks, causing great damage to the Feiyu Gang.

"Gang leader, what should we do?" Zheng Feilong strode forward and raised his eyebrows.

"Waiting..."

As soon as Han Feiyu finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared from her side.

Immediately afterwards, several more cold lights appeared together.

"Gang leader, get down quickly."

Zheng Feilong shouted loudly and waved the mace in his hand into a hurricane.

Those cold lights were shot down one after another in an instant, and it was only then that it became clear that those cold lights were butterfly-shaped darts with bright blue color on them, which looked like they were soaked in poison.

Han Feiyu hurriedly lay on the ground, then turned over and rolled sideways.

There was a big box on the side, but it seemed that Han Feiyu came in the wrong direction. There was someone hiding behind the box.

A long sword quickly stabbed in front of Han Feiyu.

The angle was very tricky, and with her current appearance, it was basically impossible to avoid it.

"Gang leader!"

Zheng Feilong was furious, shouted loudly, and rushed over brandishing his mace.

However, two figures came out from both sides and blocked his way, making it impossible for him to provide support at this moment.

Therefore, the long sword stabbed Han Feiyu's body smoothly.

But it slipped slightly and was unable to penetrate any further.

Immediately, the masked man holding the sword noticed that Han Feiyu's aura had changed, and his originally stiff figure became brisk and agile.

He quickly pulled out the long sword from his waist and struck with one strike.

The sword light flashed, and with a click, the sword stabbing Han Feiyu was cut off.

"You are not Han Feiyu!"

The masked man's hoarse voice was filled with fear. He discovered that the person in front of him who was 80% similar to Han Feiyu was not the real Han Feiyu.

When you get very close, you can see some different details.

But when the distance is far away, you can't tell them apart at all. No matter how you look at them, they are exactly the same.

"Han Feiyu" did not answer, but continued to slash with his long sword diagonally, and this time it hit the masked man's arm.

With a cry of pain, the masked man fell to the ground.

"Trying to catch me, delusional."

The masked man with a hoarse voice gritted his teeth hard, and soon a stream of black blood spurted out of his mouth and he fell to the ground.

The other two men who stopped Zheng Feilong had also fallen to the ground at this time. One's head was smashed into pieces with the mace, and the other's gums were similarly bitten, and the poison in the dentures entered the body and killed him.

The scene was very tragic.

"Hey, Miss Zi Yan, you see this operation failed. Those who assassinated the gang leader were all dead soldiers." Zheng Feilong reached out and scratched his head.

"It doesn't matter if they are dead. As long as we get these people, whether dead or alive, it means that they can't stay in the dark forever." Zi Yan raised her eyebrows.

These dead men in black didn't know that what came from the boat to the dock was always purple smoke after makeup.

Ziyan is one of the masters of Yang Ruoqing's secret guards, second only to Xingyun. She is extremely skilled in disguise, and she also wears soft hedgehog armor that is invulnerable.
Chapter completed!