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  Chen Xiang had always disliked dealing with good-for-nothings, and his stepmother's son from a previous marriage was a perfect example of one - lazy and idle, only doing things that benefited himself.

  But later, this annoying guy who was beyond his endurance died at his hands. Those buzzing people who wouldn't do anything but just open their mouths and tell you what to do, they should all go die.

  But this annoying guy in front of him, who made him want to draw his sword at all times but could only endure it with a stiff upper lip, was someone he really had no way to deal with.

  Xing An's words were spouting out everywhere, almost like a watering can that wouldn't stop talking. However, the Jin Yiwei commander in front of him seemed to have heard nothing, and was instead staring blankly into space. He couldn't help but get angry, slamming his hand on the table, which startled Chen Xiang back to reality. With his hands on his hips, he furiously said: "Are you even listening?! The person has escaped! You should quickly go chase after him! Do you know who this person is? Do you know what use he has?! If he escapes, I'll make sure all of you...!"

  He soon became speechless, the person in front of him staring at him with a cold gaze that made him afraid-----even more afraid than when he was in front of his uncle. It wasn't until then that he suddenly remembered this person's identity and realized that this person was not one of the servants or bodyguards in his mansion who could be beaten or scolded, and he swallowed hard.

  He finally stopped talking, Chen Xiang turned his head expressionlessly to look at a thousand-household-dressed person beside him and asked in a low voice: "Liu Yong, why did you lose your hand?"

  He sent out all the crack troops from the Imperial Guard, who had followed him from the battlefield and were stained with blood. They fought desperately, but somehow they still allowed an imperial censor to be intercepted?

  Liu Qianhu immediately knelt down and reported: "The subordinate is incompetent. Originally, I planned to rest for a night and wait for you to come and hand over the next morning, but unexpectedly, the civilian residence where we were staying suddenly changed... At first, there was only one group of black-clad men, and we handled it quite easily, but later on, somehow another group came... In total, there were at least three groups of people, and it seemed that they were not all from the same group... The person was taken away by which group is unknown."

  So many people are thinking of this imperial censor, Chen Xiang did not speak, his fingers knocked on the table and made a dull sound.

  Xing An couldn't help but jump up again: "You were originally incompetent! And you're still wearing brocade clothes, yet you can't even beat someone!"

  Liu Yong's fists clenched with a loud crack, as if he wanted to punch this guy into a pulp-----if it weren't for this guy clinging to the brocade guard and refusing to let go earlier, they wouldn't have been unable to move their hands and feet, watching helplessly as the person was snatched away.

  Chen Xiang's eyes sank as he glanced at Xing An, then turned and strode heavily into the room.

  The house was indeed very messy, with stools and chairs all over the place, and the windows were wide open, letting in a lot of cool breeze.

  He sprang out of the window and landed on the ground, carefully observing the traces for a while.

  The soil in the suburbs of Beijing is soft, and if it doesn't rain or someone intentionally damages it, footprints can often remain for several days. Those people left in a hurry, and he knew his own men well, they were absolutely not that kind of useless fool, there was no way to give others the opportunity to clean up the scene...

  He crouched down and measured the footprints for a while, then his eyes followed the deepest and most obvious footprints: "Liu Yong, take ten people to chase from the west, Yang Xian, take ten people to go north. The rest of you follow me!"

  Everyone has already arrived in droves, and what immediately responded with thunderous applause is.

  "If there is resistance, kill without hesitation!" Chen Xiang swept his gaze over all of them and gave the order coldly: "Especially that guy we want, if you can't capture him alive, make sure he never speaks again!"

  He still wanted to instruct them, but just as he was about to speak, Xing An's words were stuck in his throat. He watched as Chen Xiang was about to leave before hastily calling out to him: "Hey! What am I supposed to do?!"

  "Go back and find General Xing, let him make arrangements with the Ministry of War, all city gates will be heavily guarded, and tomorrow anyone entering the city will be thoroughly inspected!" Chen Xiang finally stopped and looked at him for a moment, seeing that Xing An seemed to be disobeying, he coldly said: "Don't make me repeat myself! If this person causes any trouble, not only will your uncle get in trouble, but you won't be able to live either!"

  Xing An touched his own neck, and suddenly shivered with cold sweat. The words of refutation didn't come out again. After Chen Xiang and the others had walked away until they couldn't be seen, he angrily knocked on the heads of his followers one by one: "Didn't you hear?! Hurry up and send me back to the city! If something happens to me, you bunch of turtles won't be able to live either!"

  Chen Xiang and his group were like ghosts, chasing out for half an hour, already six or seven miles away. His trusted aide Yang Yi asked him with some hesitation: "Big brother, this area is all residential, they won't hide people anywhere, will they?"

  Anyway, they didn't want to think about entering the city, each city gate had their trusted people, once someone entered the city, they would immediately receive the news, what they feared was that those people would hide in civilian houses, it would be as difficult to find as a needle in the ocean.

  The footprints stopped here, Chen Xiang raised his hand to stop the crowd and turned around to look at a residential house in front of him that was still lit up.

  "Search!" He ordered Yang Yi to lead his men inside, while he himself went around to the back door. Sure enough, several horses carrying people galloped away.

  It's here! He quickly relied on his lightness to climb up the tree, and in the blink of an eye, he had traversed a large distance, with pursuers hot on his heels.

  In no time he was close to the last horse, his feet pushing off from the tree and flying over to it, standing on its back.

  The person beside him didn't seem surprised either. With a slap of his hands on the saddle, he also leaped up, and in an instant, the two of them exchanged several moves in mid-air.

  What a powerful kung fu! Chen Xiang was secretly shocked in his heart, and he used even more force, jumping up with both feet and kicking the man over a dozen times, slapping him on the back with one palm.

  But even so, that person was just a bit slower in movement, and again fell back onto the horse's back to sit steadily, raising his hand to throw out some sort of bottle.

  Chen Xiang instinctively reached out to pinch it, and the bottle suddenly exploded, spewing out many things that stung his eyes so much they couldn't be opened for a moment.

  When he finally managed to clean his eyes and see things clearly, all he could do was gaze from afar as those people instantly dispersed into the woods, each person going in a different direction.

  The plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain! He suddenly reacted, heavily slapping a palm on the tree trunk, and rushed back towards that residential building.