Chen Mo naturally did not charge in recklessly. After sneaking in, he observed for a while and only entered when he saw that no one’s strength in the living room was above his. Although he wanted to resolve this trouble, he couldn’t just rush in blindly. The function of the system that displayed a Martial Artist’s power was really handy. He calmly put on the blood-stained hat, looked at the dozens of gangsters in the courtyard holding weapons, and glanced over them. As soon as he raised his blade, they all stepped back in fear. However, Chen Mo simply and calmly placed the Tang blade in the crook of his right arm, wiped off the blood on the blade, then sheathed it back behind him, and began to walk out. Without Chen Mo’s body blocking the view, the gang members in the courtyard finally saw the scene inside the living room, and their faces changed drastically one by one. Snowflakes danced in the air, resting on his hat. Chen Mo walked out of the courtyard with such indifference, and the group of gang members, without any orders, didn’t dare to stop him and instead made way for him to leave. Rustle, rustle, rustle... The large courtyard was silent as a bloody hat floated slowly out of the alleys between the white walls and blue tiles, leaving the Qinghe Gang headquarters. Only after Chen Mo left did the gang members in the courtyard spring into action, with some bold individuals entering the living room. "Master Xiong? Gang Leader... Ah ah ah, it’s bad, the Gang Leader and the Hall Masters are all dead, hurry, report to the authorities..." "Report to the authorities, quickly, report to the authorities..." The courtyard descended into chaos, a tangled mess. Chen Mo wasn’t surprised at how smoothly he had managed to leave. Reality wasn’t like the movies, where gangs in the martial world would talk about righteousness, and when the big brother died, they’d swarm like angry hornets, each one rushing to sacrifice themselves. People were much more practical, and even among close friends and family, few would risk their lives against a strong enemy for a dead person. Especially considering a gang, where actions and benefits were driven by self-interest, generally fearing the strong and bullying the weak. Now that the big brothers were dead, what need was there for the underlings to show off? After all, they were dead, and even if the underlings showed off, they wouldn’t gain any benefits. At most, others might praise them for their loyalty and steadfastness. But with only a few hundred cents a month, who would risk their life? Reaching an empty alley, Chen Mo took out a package from a corner. He removed the hat from his head, tore away the black cloth from his face, then took off his blood-stained clothes and changed into the outfit he wore when entering the city. Chen Mo didn’t discard the blood-stained clothes; instead, he pulled out some silver notes and broken silver from an inside pocket. He had taken these silver notes from the corpses of Yang Wei’s group. There were notes of ten taels, fifty taels, one hundred taels. The source of thɪs content is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Chen Mo estimated it to be around four hundred taels in total. Though a bit on the low side, what gang leader would carry too much money on them when going out? To Chen Mo, this amount was astronomical. Chen Mo didn’t harbor any intentions toward the Qinghe Gang’s treasure trove. For one, he was alone, with only two hands, unable to carry much. Secondly, according to Wu Mountain, the Qinghe Gang was essentially County Magistrate Chang Yuan’s secret means of amassing wealth for him. With people dead, perhaps due to the killer’s formidable strength, Chang Yuan might not pursue the matter; after all, someone else could easily take over the Qinghe Gang. But tampering with his money and infringing upon his interests—that couldn’t end well. After all, some people aren’t scared of even death when it comes to their interests. Of course, Chen Mo also hadn’t considered killing Chang Yuan or anything. After all, Chang Yuan was the county’s magistrate; who knows what powerful individuals he might have around him. Furthermore, according to the laws of the Great Song, killing an officer is tantamount to treason, and Chang Yuan is a student of the Prefect. Chen Mo had no intention of committing treason. He didn’t think his current strength could stand up against the Court. Afterwards, Chen Mo visited the blacksmith’s shop. He planned to commission another Tang blade. The Tang blade he was currently using was crafted when he was short on money, thus the materials weren’t the best, and the craftsmanship was quite lacking. Earlier, when clashing with Yang Wei’s Great Saber, while he managed to carve a large notch in Yang Wei’s weapon, his own blade also ended up with a chip. Moreover, as his strength increased, the current Tang blade in his hands felt slightly too light. He asked Shopkeeper Zhang to use the best materials and employ all the best techniques, specifically requesting an increase in weight. The price was twenty-five taels. Chen Mo left a deposit of five taels. When Chen Mo returned to the Purple Gold Tower, the lady escorting him was still asleep. He removed his shoes, climbed onto the bed, gently held her, then closed his eyes, quietly waiting for her to wake up. Meanwhile, elsewhere. In the side chamber behind the main hall of the county’s government office. Chang Yuan, wearing his official robe, sat behind the desk, reviewing documents. Beside him, a brazier was burning, with a kettle placed above it. Seemingly tired from the paperwork, Chang Yuan paused his work, lifted the kettle to pour himself some water, then blew gently on the cup and took a sip while it was still hot, pinching a candied fruit into his mouth with a composed demeanor. But just then, the sound of footsteps outside, followed by a sudden knock on the door, disturbed his tranquility, causing his brows to slightly furrow: "Speak." The person outside did not enter but cupped his hands toward Chang Yuan inside the room, saying, "Sir, we have trouble. The Qinghe Gang is in trouble; Gang Leader Yang Wei and the seven Hall Masters under him were all killed by a masked man wearing a hat." The sound of a teacup falling to the ground. Chang Yuan furrowed his brows, seemingly numb to the hot water splashed on his legs, and after a while, his brows relaxed: "Where is the murderer?" "No one in the Qinghe Gang dared to stop him; they watched as he left. But he only killed Yang Wei and the seven Hall Masters; the Qinghe Gang’s treasury was untouched, indicating personal revenge." "You mean it’s related to the person who killed Chen Hu last time?" "Subordinate dares not say for certain." Chang Yuan gently tapped the desk with his fingers, pondering for a moment before speaking: "The Qinghe Gang bullied the locals, murdered wantonly, acted recklessly, and committed endless crimes... Among them, Gang Leader Yang Wei and others were the chief culprits. Before... I couldn’t spare the effort to deal with them, but now their deaths are deserving of their crimes." The person outside listened quietly, not daring to interrupt. "Xu Lie," Chang Yuan said. "Subordinate is here." "Send Peng Qing to take over the Qinghe Gang; confiscate all their assets." "Understood." The person called Xu Lie outside nodded and then quietly asked, "Sir, what about the murderer?" "What murderer? He’s a righteous warrior serving justice; announce this and refrain from any pursuit." "Wait, personally visit the Yi Family," seeing the person outside about to leave, Chang Yuan hurriedly stopped him. Wu Mountain hooked his arm around Chen Mo’s shoulder as they walked out of the Purple Gold Tower.