Under the moonlit night, the world was quiet and still.

A breeze blew by, causing the trees planted outside the Su family estate to rustle softly.

Zeng Xiaofan, wearing dark clothing and a peach blossom mask, lightly leapt and landed on the top of an old tree. From there, he gazed down at the Su family’s residence. Under the mask, his ugly face twisted into a wicked smile.

Some time ago, the situation in Mingzhu city had been turbulent, forcing him to keep a ...