This night, the Capital City was shrouded in dark turmoil.
A fierce battle at the Wu family had just ended, and the air was still thick with the smell of blood.
The courtyard was scattered with the corpses of the Deng family and Liu family experts who were killed, with Deng Fangzhen and Liu Yunzhen severely injured, only managing to escape with a few experts.
In front of the villa, three cloaked figures were standing. Their cloaks were of different colors: black, red, and blue, and all three were masked.
Among them, the one in the black cloak was Marquis Wuying.
"Young Master, Brother Liang, without your help tonight, I, Marquis Wuying, would have surely died at the hands of those old fellows, Deng Fangzhen and Liu Yunzhen," Marquis Wuying said, looking at the two, one in red and one in blue cloaks.
Marquis Wuying clasped his hands and bowed deeply to these two.
