"No need for the time being," Zhiruo made the final decision, "We can't be sure of anything now, so we can hold it aside first and don't mix it up." No matter what the truth is, what will happen in the future, now their Yin family is just bystanders, and some of them will be watching in advance. By the way, they changed this book today, which is probably the so-called "wordless heavenly book", and maybe they have helped Chou Ya, He Zhen and the others.

Luo Ying agreed very much: "What we see now is just fur and appearance." Besides, it would be fine if it really matters, otherwise why would the master help those people for nothing? If possible, for Meizhuang, Tianyao Sect is really a strong helper. The person behind the murder of General Yin may still be staring at the person behind Meizhuang. Now the master is doing everything that he wants to work hard to ensure the safety of Meizhuang, or even fight back? The help like Tianyao Sect is really better.

Luo Ying, who had already regarded himself as the Yin family, secretly plotted against him, and someone thousands of miles away suddenly sneezes.

The Pixiu master was in a thunderous state. A sudden sneeze caught him off guard and felt a little embarrassed. He took the silk squid handed over by Mr. Yu and covered his mouth and nose. The originally tense but suffocating atmosphere suddenly decreased a lot.

"Lord, take care of him! Please calm down your anger!" Mr. Yu was so nervous. It was the first time he had faced the thunderous anger of his master. "This time, we were really wrong. We underestimated Pan Jiaming too much. No matter what, he had Xiao Feng and Liu Yanhao around him, so how could he return to Beijing so arrogantly without any preparation? We built a plank road and secretly traveled to Chen Cang. We all ignored this simplest and most common move."

The thousand-faced flying pigeons passed a letter, but what they snatched back was only gold and silver ingots worth less than 2,000 taels of silver, and the other boxes were just bricks, tiles and stones. Needless to say, the real gold and silver treasures must have been secretly transported back to Beijing by another group of people. Pan Jiaming and his party were just using the guise to confuse them with gold. No wonder they only brought twenty-five people! Everyone still thought that Pan Jiaming was too stupid and ambitious.

"Give Changyang a first-level emergency order," the Pixiu master patted the table, "Let them do their best to find out how many people there are missing from Liu Yanhao, when will they disappear, and all possible routes." As long as the things have not arrived in the capital, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will definitely not let those things be taken into his bag by that person.

Mr. Yu quickly responded and suggested, "Would we also find a way to target the person sent to the receptionist?" What he said was to pick up Pan Jiaming, and Pan Jiaming and his party brought less than 2,000 taels of silver, probably not as much as his own wallet. What's wrong with him? Those people have probably changed their routes secretly to pick up the team they really want to pick up.

"You're still thoughtful," the master of Pixiu looked at Mr. Yu with approval, "If you don't have enough staff, please draw some from Guanghai first." Guanghai's underground weapons workshop is very important, and in addition... Hong still has many elite soldiers and generals under him.

The glory in Mr. Yu's eyes also became dark. In the past two years, they have lost a lot of people. They are seriously short of people and cannot be used on the Internet openly.

He sighed secretly, and Mr. Yu turned around and went out to make arrangements. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the secret room, he saw a anxious servant greeting him and handed him a small roll of paper, which seemed to be emergency information.

When he opened the paper scroll, he saw that Mr. Yu, who had always been happy and angry, changed his face instantly and hurried back to the secret room. Fortunately, the Pixiu master had not left yet.

"Lord, we... we missed it after all," Mr. Yu felt that his legs and feet were a little soft, although he still felt a little incredible. "Just just received the secret report from the inside line, the emperor had already received dozens of boxes of gold, silver and treasures from Changyang. Long Yan was very happy. After personally inquiring about the entry of the warehouse, he went to Kunning Palace to celebrate Pan Jiaming with the queen for his great contribution, and sent someone to the British Duke's Mansion to announce the good news."

With a "bang", the Pixiu master who had just picked up the teacup and was about to relax his mind threw the teacup heavily on the ground. The tea splashed, and pieces of porcelain were scattered everywhere. His own feet, face, Mr. Jin's left hand, and right foot did not escape the attack of fragments bounced off the ground. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would be disfigured if he didn't do it well.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?" The Pixiu master could not feel the pain on his feet and the wet embarrassment? His eyes were full of disbelief: he was sent to the capital so quickly without saying a word, without any movement? Dozens of boxes of real gold and silver treasures, not a stack of silver notes or a bag of gold beans that can be carried with you!

There are indeed many brave soldiers under Liu Yanhao who can kill enemies and fight bandits. However, this kind of thing is different from the battlefield. It cannot be done as long as he has force and is brave enough. It really requires as sharp as an eagle and a cunning rabbit, and it also requires flexible means to move the poisonous snake. The scorpion guards he has cultivated with great energy may not be able to do so perfectly.

Eagle Guard? Could it be that the Pan family's Eagle Guard was indeed not lost, but fell into the hands of the use of Pan Jiaming, the useless playboy? How is it possible? Could it be that Pan Rubing, who made his son a successor when he was only seven years old? Or the Eagle Guard broke the ancestral teachings handed down from generation to generation and came to Pan Jiaming without authorization? Otherwise, how would you explain the fact that the useless playboy could find the Eagle Guard under his nose?

But if it weren't for the Eagle Guard, who else could Pan Jiaming find in Changzhou with such ability?

The Pixiu master felt that he was going crazy, not only because of his huge loss of financial resources and human resources, but also because he felt that many things were out of his control. The smooth sailing of the past few years seemed to have only ended in successfully killing Yin Zhao and his remaining power. Even so, the two battles also damaged a lot of his manpower and financial resources.

Then, after that, his secret actions did not go smoothly, and his manpower, material resources and financial resources continued to lose, and his efforts were far greater than his profits...

Has his luck been used up? His energy has been exhausted? He is destined to be unable to fight against the one on the dragon throne and cannot regain everything that should belong to him?
Chapter completed!