Fan Xian casually carried the corpse of Naval Commander Chang Kun out of the latrine. With the domineering Zhenqi and the Heavenly One Heart Sutra bolstering him, his strength was not far behind that of a Vajra, so he certainly didn't feel tired.

Outside the latrine, on the clean ground, lay several corpses. They were the close aides that Chang Kun had tried to summon for help. These dead men must have been highly skilled martial artists, but now they lay on the ground, thoroughly dead.

Looking at the yawning shadow, Fan Xian tossed the corpse at him and cursed, "Killing the commander in the commander's mansion, you still have to be careful."

"Establishing a memorial service on a birthday celebration," the shadow replied with wit, coldly saying, "You also know you've gone too far with this."

Although he said it was going too far, there wasn't a trace of worry on his slightly pale face. As the true head of the Sixth Bureau of the Supervisory Council, the number one assassin in the world, assassinating a naval commander really couldn't worry the shadow too much. Moreover, with the skills of the shadow and Fan Xian, even if someone discovered Chang Kun's unnatural death at this moment, they had the ability to escape before an encirclement could form.

After all, Fan Xian was also a professional assassin.

The shadow gripped Chang Kun by the back of his neck, lifting him like a puppet, glanced down, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Handle it according to the plan?"

Fan Xian hummed in agreement, smiling, "No choice… anyway, your family is used to it. I'll be quick, but be careful, don't let anyone see you."

The latrine was located in a remote area, hidden by trees. The servants in the commander's mansion rarely paid attention to this place, especially since the night was already deepening. Without the illumination of candles, it was pitch black, and who knew what was happening. However, people would always use the latrine, and Fan Xian knew that the shadow couldn't hide his tracks for too long. So, after saying these words, he tapped his toes, and his whole body rose like a wisp of smoke, flying towards the courtyard wall. He touched the wall with his finger, and his body flipped over the wall like a large bird, disappearing into the darkness, no one knew where.

The back garden of the commander's mansion was quiet. In the distance, the sounds of drinking and revelry could be faintly heard. The birthday banquet was in full swing. Presumably, some of the dancers' clothes had fallen on the ground. No one noticed that the commander's time in the latrine was too long, and no one would have thought that the commander was already dead.

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The distance between the Commander's Mansion and Hou Jichang's house was about two streets. Going north from the middle of this straight line and turning two corners, there was an unremarkable cloth shop. After quietly leaving the Commander's Mansion, Fan Xian sprinted here in the night. He turned around and rushed into the door, putting his fingers together, making a gesture, and at the same time, he took out the Tisi (Department Director) badge tied around his waist and showed it.

The light in the room was not bright, obviously not wanting to attract the attention of the patrolling soldiers outside. The cloth shop owner was startled when he saw Fan Xian, but after confirming the other party's identity, he immediately regained his composure and asked in a low voice, "Immediately?"

"Immediately," Fan Xian nodded, starting to take off his clothes while pouring the tea on the cup down his throat. He had been traveling quickly, and even though his cultivation was extremely high, he still felt thirsty in this hot weather. After taking off his coat, he asked, "How many people?"

The cloth shop owner was busy with his apprentices taking out clothes and related items. Hearing his question, he replied in a deep voice, "Seven people."

Fan Xian put his hand into the robe that he handed over, nodded, and didn't say anything more.

This cloth shop, like the oil shop in the capital of Northern Qi, was a hidden stake of the Supervisory Council. Of course, this was not the Jiaozhou Branch Office of the Supervisory Council. The residence of the Branch Office had already been revealed. Fan Xian wanted to catch the generals in the Commander's Mansion off guard, so he chose here.

Busy dressing up, busy removing his disguise, Fan Xian didn't have to do anything himself, letting the cloth shop owner and several other subordinates carefully and frantically arrange things on his body. This made him feel a little strange, like a male model changing clothes backstage.

But after a while, Fan Xian had already transformed back into the Tisi (Department Director) of the Supervisory Council. The black official uniform on his body exuded a cold killing intent, extinguishing a lot of the summer heat.

The cloth shop owner was the true organizer of the Supervisory Council stationed in Jiaozhou. Watching this scene, he couldn't help shaking his head, and a great doubt arose in his heart. He knew the work flow of the Tisi (Department Director) tonight, so he became more and more puzzled why the Tisi (Department Director) had to risk entering the Commander's Mansion earlier, and then busy changing clothes and openly questioning the case.

In fact, even the shadow waiting for orders in the Commander's Mansion didn't understand Fan Xian's thoughts. If it was to assassinate Chang Kun, the shadow was enough, why did Fan Xian have to be so busy, even a little embarrassed.

In fact, all this was because Fan Xian still had a glimmer of hope before killing Chang Kun. He always felt that something was strange. In his heart, he had a deep fear of the hand behind Chang Kun… an enemy whose name and strength were unknown was the most terrifying.

Pushing open the door of the cloth shop, Fan Xian walked out with his head held high and his chest out. The summer wind brushed the corners of his black official uniform, whistling.

Behind him, several people from the cloth shop also neatly removed their hats and shirts, revealing the dark black Supervisory Council uniforms with dull light, wearing official hats on their heads, and holding several important things in their hands.

The cloth shop owner was holding a bright yellow scroll, and his apprentice was holding a long sword in his arms.

A group of eight people, just like that, walked out of the door in the night of Jiaozhou, brightly and lively, along the heavily guarded long street, perhaps bravely or rashly, towards the Commander's Mansion not far away.

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Except for the brothels that were still lively, Jiaozhou City, except for the Commander's Mansion, seemed a bit quiet. Such a strange team as Fan Xian's suddenly appeared in the quiet long street, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

Especially since it was not far from the Commander's Mansion, the soldiers hidden in the dark immediately came out to stop this team and prepare to question them.

Maintaining the security of Jiaozhou should have been the state army, but due to the huge navy on the side, the navy soldiers in this city were also equal to half the master, gradually taking over the position of the state army. These soldiers had always been arrogant. Today, they were responsible for the defense of the Commander's Mansion. They could only listen to the coquettish moans of the geishas inside and smell the aroma of wine and meat, but they had to stay up in the hot night, so they were not in a good mood. When they came out to inspect at this time, their tone was naturally not very gentle.

"Stop! Who are you, why are you still on the street in the middle of the night…"

The voice of the navy soldier questioning abruptly stopped, because the young man at the head of the strange team on the long street smiled at him. This young man had a handsome face and a gentle smile, but this gentle smile seemed to carry an imposing manner and pressure that could not be ignored.

The leader was a small school officer, looking at this group of people, he felt even more strange. Wearing a black uniform at night… he subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Who knew that the strange group of people didn't even look at him, and even regarded the weapons in the hands of these ten or so soldiers as branches in the summer night. Their faces remained unchanged, their smiles did not fade, leisurely, they just walked past like this.

The school officer was angry, drew his sword, and wanted to stop in front of the other party.

As soon as the knife was drawn, it broke. With a crisp sound, he didn't know what was going on, but the tip of the knife fell to the ground.

The cloth shop owner beside Fan Xian, who was already wearing an official uniform, retracted the strong knife in his sleeve, took out his waist card and showed it, and said coldly, "The Supervisory Council is handling a case, idlers retreat."

The school officer was shocked, holding the broken knife for a long time without speaking. In fact, the relationship between the Supervisory Council and the military had always been good. The Supervisory Council rarely investigated internal affairs of the army, so the soldiers of Qing Kingdom were not very afraid of the Supervisory Council, but after all, there were too many folk legends, and the terror of that council was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

An official was also a soldier, and a soldier was also a civilian. Tonight, he suddenly discovered that a team of cold Supervisory Council secret agents were passing by him, and even cut off his knife. The school officer still couldn't stop being afraid.

When he reacted, he realized that the Supervisory Council people had already walked to the street in front of the Commander's Mansion! The school officer's heart tightened, but he didn't have time to notify his colleagues in the mansion. He turned his eyes a few times, and hadn't decided whether to report to his superiors immediately, or go out of the city to notify the brothers in the camp…

The armed forces guarding outside the Commander's Mansion were certainly not just such a small team of navy soldiers. At the end of the street, on the sides of the street, the navy soldiers responsible for security discovered this abnormality, and immediately recognized the true identity of this group of black-clothed people.

Supervisory Council secret agents!

No one knew what the Supervisory Council people wanted to do. They were all under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and the navy soldiers naturally couldn't immediately take out their weapons and chop the other party into meat paste. Moreover, because they knew that the Supervisory Council was a special agency directly under His Majesty, everyone felt a little cold in their hearts, staring at Fan Xian and his party with hostile eyes.

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A group of Supervisory Council officials walked to the main entrance of the Commander's Mansion under the gaze of dozens of pairs of hostile eyes on both sides of the street. Fan Xian pulled up his official hat, scratched his itchy hairline, looked up at the red lanterns and the paintings on them at the entrance of the mansion, and said with a smile to the navy soldiers at the door, "The Supervisory Council is handling a case by imperial order, ask your master to come out and receive the decree."

The six soldiers who were originally staring at them fiercely immediately deflated when they heard the four words "handling a case by imperial order". They looked at each other, and someone quickly ran into the mansion to pass the message, while the remaining people quickly opened the main door, ready to welcome the envoy.

Fan Xian was worried that the affairs behind the Commander's Mansion would be discovered, so he ignored these rules, raised his foot, crossed the high threshold of the Commander's Mansion, and directly barged in.

The navy soldiers behind looked at each other in dismay, thinking that there was no such arrogant person in this world. Even if you are an official of the Supervisory Council, even if you have an imperial decree, but… you are not here to confiscate the family property, how dare you barge in like this?

The people of the Supervisory Council had barged in, and Chang Kun's soldiers naturally did not dare to neglect. They followed in, occupying their respective advantageous terrains, and vigilantly stared at Fan Xian and his party. Although they didn't think about fighting in a big way later, they still had to suppress the other party's aura.

Fan Xian didn't seem to feel anything. He walked quickly to the door of the main hall, pushed the door open, and at a glance, he saw the soldier who had entered the mansion to pass the message was unable to find the commander Chang Kun, so he had to say something in the ear of a vice general.

The strings and bamboo were still playing in the hall, and songs and dances were in full swing, spreading to the night city of Jiaozhou through the wide open door.

Fan Xian stood at the door, coldly watching this lively scene, knowing that Chang Kun's death had not been discovered yet, he felt a little relieved, his face became colder, and he sneered, "Everyone is in a good mood."

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The hall suddenly became silent, and everyone was startled by this uninvited guest. Several reckless generals in the Jiaozhou Navy were already drunk today. Suddenly hearing the coquettish moans in their ears disappear, they fixed their eyes and saw the delicate woman in their arms was looking at the outside of the hall with a trace of fear. They couldn't help but look back and found the group of black-clothed people.

A general suddenly stood up, thinking who the hell dared to disturb his drinking, and wanted to burst into swearing… several Jiaozhou government officials jumped in their hearts, and in a blink of an eye, they recognized the true identity of the group of black-clothed people standing outside the door – the official uniform of the Supervisory Council was inconspicuous, but… too eye-catching!

Hou Jichang, sitting at the end of the table, just smiled gently and drank wine, talking softly with the prostitute beside him, not even looking this way.

And on the other side, the navy general who was about to burst into swearing forcibly held back his dirty words, looking at Fan Xian at the door with dissatisfaction, secretly thinking unlucky, thinking why these black dogs of the Supervisory Council suddenly ran here.

A middle-aged man sitting beside the main seat slowly stood up and said with a smile towards the center of the hall door, "I wonder what the officials of the council are here for tonight?"

Fan Xian glanced at this person and knew that this person was an important figure in the Jiaozhou Navy, one of Chang Kun's right-hand men, Dang Xiaobo, who was known for his wisdom.

The cloth shop owner beside Fan Xian said indifferently, "The Supervisory Council is handling a case, where is the naval commander Chang Kun?"

There was an uproar in the hall, and everyone confirmed their guess, becoming more and more nervous and vigilant, especially the officials of the Jiaozhou Navy, their eyes rolling straight, not knowing what they were planning.

At this time, the Jiaozhou governor, who was sitting above, had to come out to speak. This old fellow in his fifties coughed twice and said proudly, "Sir, today is Commander Chang's birthday. If there is anything, can't it be said tomorrow?"

"This official is busy, please don't say too much nonsense." Fan Xian glanced around the hall.

The Jiaozhou governor was slightly angry, thinking that there were at least five or six officials of the third rank or above sitting in this hall, and your Supervisory Council can't be so presumptuous. He said angrily, "May I ask the name and title of the official?"

Fan Xian said with a smile, "This official is currently the Tisi (Department Director) of the Supervisory Council, my surname is Fan, my given name is Xian, and my courtesy name is Anzhi."

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