PDLP Chapter 1110 Night Owl, Activation
Chapter 1110 Night Owl, Activation
The next day, before dawn, the entire city of Suzhou was shrouded in an invisible atmosphere of tension.
Dressed in black and wearing cold masks, the "Night Owl" assassins appeared silently around the most prestigious mansion in Suzhou City—the Wang Family Mansion—like ghosts in the dark.
They sealed off all exits and controlled the high ground; a vast net woven from death quietly unfolded in the darkness before dawn.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere remained one of singing and dancing.
Wang Kun, the patriarch of the Wang family, a powerful figure in Jiangnan whose every stomp could shake the ground, was currently fast asleep in his warm bed, embracing his newly acquired concubine.
He was having a wonderful dream, in which he was enfeoffed as a Duke after the establishment of the new dynasty, wielding immense power and enjoying boundless glory.
He never dreamed that his death was imminent.
"Do it!"
With a cold, emotionless command from Ghost Shadow, dozens of "Night Owl" assassins, like tigers descending from the mountain, simultaneously stormed into the Wang family mansion from all directions.
Although the Wang family's guards and private soldiers were somewhat skilled, they were like lambs to the slaughter in front of these top assassins who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Pfft!"
A guard chief, who had just been awakened from his sleep, had not even had time to draw the knife from his waist when a short blade pierced his throat with precision.
He clutched his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief, and collapsed to the ground.
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in every corner of the Wang family mansion.
"Night Owl's" operations are efficient, precise, and ruthless.
They didn't utter any unnecessary shouts, only the muffled thuds of weapons piercing flesh and the short, painful screams of the enemy before their deaths.
They formed small strangulation formations in groups of three to five, quickly moving through the courtyard and eliminating any resistance.
Wang Kun was awakened by a violent shaking.
"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened! There's an assassin! An assassin has broken in!" His most beloved concubine, terrified, screamed and hid in his arms.
"What?!" Wang Kun was jolted awake, sitting up abruptly, all sleepiness gone.
He listened intently, and the faint screams and clanging of weapons coming from outside the mansion made his heart sink to the bottom.
How can it be? !
His plan was flawless, so how could anyone have found his way here?!
"Quick! Someone! Protect me! Protect me!" He scrambled off the bed, frantically dressing himself while shouting at the top of his lungs.
However, instead of a loyal guard, he was met with a cold voice that seemed to come from the deepest hell.
"Patriarch Wang, stop shouting. Your men have already gone down to keep you company."
With a loud "bang!", the door was kicked open from the outside.
Lin Zhen was dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, and the human skin mask on his face made him look unremarkable, but his eyes were like two drawn swords, radiating a cold light that made people afraid to look directly at him.
He walked in slowly, followed by a ghostly figure and several "Night Owl" assassins who exuded a strong bloody aura.
"Who...who are you people?!" Wang Kun looked at Lin Zhen, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling.
"The one who will take your life." Lin Zhen's voice was devoid of any warmth.
He didn't waste any more words and gave the ghost a wink.
Ghost Shadow immediately understood, stepped forward, grabbed Wang Kun by the hair, and lifted him up from the ground.
“Take us to your secret chamber.” The ghost’s voice was like two cold pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
"I...I don't know anything about a secret room..." Wang Kun tried to deny it.
"Snapped!"
Without hesitation, Ghost Shadow slapped Wang Kun across the face, the force of which knocked out several of his teeth.
"Ah!" Wang Kun screamed, his mouth full of blood. He dared not utter another word and could only point tremblingly toward the study.
Soon, led by Wang Kun, Lin Zhen found the secret room hidden behind the bookshelf.
The secret chamber was filled with gold and silver jewels, as well as a large number of weapons and armor.
Most importantly, in a locked iron box, Lin Zhen found all the secret letters between Wang Kun, Kong Zhiqian, and Li Xian!
These are irrefutable proof of their treason and collusion with the enemy!
"Very good." Lin Zhen looked at the letters and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He turned his head and looked at Wang Kun, whose face had turned ashen, and said indifferently, "Patriarch Wang, thank you for your cooperation. As a token of my gratitude, I will leave you with a complete corpse."
“Your Highness…You are…” Upon hearing the words “this king,” Wang Kun’s pupils constricted sharply, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.
Lin Zhen slowly raised his hand and removed the human skin mask from his face, revealing a handsome and cold face that struck fear into the hearts of the entire northern desert.
"Regent...Regent Lin Zhen!" Wang Kun exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with endless fear and despair.
He never dreamed that this Great Qian War God, who had just achieved unparalleled feats in the northern frontier, would appear here without anyone noticing!
He's done.
The Wang family is completely finished.
With a "thud," he collapsed completely to the ground, his body beneath him wet and hot.
Lin Zhen didn't look at him again, but coldly ordered the ghost shadow, "Clean it up."
"Yes!"
As the sun rose above the horizon and the first rays of sunlight shone into Suzhou, news of the Wang family's downfall spread like wildfire throughout the Jiangnan region.
Those powerful families who had also participated in the conspiracy were terrified when they heard the news.
Hangzhou, Zhangjia.
As the patriarch Zhang Dehai listened to the servant's report, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.
"What...what did you say? The Wang family...the Wang family was...wiped out overnight?!" His voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Yes...yes, sir," the servant replied tremblingly. "I heard it was Regent Lin Zhen who personally took action! The Wang family has now been seized by the government, and all members of the clan, regardless of age or gender, have been imprisoned!"
"Lin Zhen... he... how could he be here?!" Zhang Dehai felt a sudden dizziness, and his vision went black.
He originally thought that with Lin Zhen and Murong Yan far away in Chang'an, and the emperor far away in Jiangnan, their chances of success in following Li Xian in his uprising were extremely high.
But he never expected that Lin Zhen, this god of death, would actually come to Jiangnan in person!
Panic, like a plague, spread rapidly among these powerful families.
They immediately sent people to coordinate and discuss countermeasures.
But at this point, what countermeasures could they possibly have?
Some advocated that we should immediately raise an army and fight the imperial court to the death.
Some people advocated that they should quickly pack up their valuables and flee Jiangnan.
Some people, however, have other ideas and have begun to secretly send people to contact the government, attempting to exchange their own safety for the betrayal of their allies.
The entire underground world of Jiangnan was in complete chaos.
All of this was within Lin Zhen and Murong Yan's expectations.
Inside the inn, Murong Yan listened to Ghost Shadow's report, a cold smile appearing on her face.
"My husband, it seems your 'killing the chicken to scare the monkey' has worked quite well."
Lin Zhen peeled an orange for her, held it to her lips, and said calmly, "This is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come."
He wanted more than just to scare them.
What he wanted was for them to despair completely, for them to distrust each other.
Ultimately, it collapsed.