While the city lay quiet under the shroud of night, Jun Wu and Mao Yun moved like shadows, paying visits to the Chen clan and the Lian clan.
Both clans were taught a lesson they would not soon forget.
Jun Wu did not kill them, but the punishment he delivered was merciless.
Their injuries were so grave that even with the best physicians, it would take months before they could recover.
By the time he left, their leaders understood one truth clearly—provoking Jun Wu came with a price far greater than they could afford.
After interrogating all three clans, the culprit behind the scheme became clear.
It was the Gong clan.
Jun Wu's expression turned cold.
Without hesitation, still cloaked under the veil of night, he and Mao Yun headed toward the Gong clan's main storehouse.
"They want to play games?" Jun Wu murmured coldly. "Then I'll indulge them."
Standing in the shadow of a narrow alley near the pavilion, Jun Wu turned to Mao Yun and asked in a low voice.
