After Yu Chengmu's guidance, Zhang Junyu had a new understanding of the difficulty of this mission. "Master Yu," he said, his expression slightly unnatural, "what do you think about tonight..."

The village chief had made it clear that each room had to send one person tonight. Zhou Qing was dead, which meant that either he or Yu Chengmu had to go.

And he would never dare to offend Yu Chengmu.

Yu Chengmu, of course, knew what he was thinking. Stroking his beard, he said calmly, "Junyu, you were busy all night yesterday. Rest well tonight. I'll go take a look at the Yizhuang."

"Master Yu, please be careful." Zhang Junyu looked at Yu Chengmu, his expression full of concern, but the joy in his eyes could not be concealed. "Jiang Cheng and Chen Hao don't know what dog shit luck they had, only one person from each of their rooms." He said indignantly.

Yu Chengmu sneered when he heard this, "Don't get angry, this may not be a good thing."

Zhang Junyu reacted, his eyebrows slightly raised. He leaned in and whispered, "Master Yu means... they will have infighting over who goes?"

"Isn't it?" Yu Chengmu tilted his head to look at Zhang Junyu, his expression a non-smile.

Zhang Junyu felt a chill down his spine from Yu Chengmu's gaze. He couldn't help but swallow before calming down. He avoided Yu Chengmu's gaze, nodded, and said with some guilt, "That's right, they are afraid... afraid that they don't want to go either."

"By the way, should we contact Boss Jia and the others?" Zhang Junyu deliberately changed the subject.

Yu Chengmu pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No need, I am the first. As long as I kill the second person, then the two of them won't have to come."

"Just like killing that Pang Xiaofeng." Yu Chengmu's voice revealed a hint of ferocity.

...

In another room, the candlelight was dim, and three people sat around the table.

"Du Moyu, don't exaggerate when you speak. I want to hear the facts, not stories." Lei Mingyu knocked on the table, obviously warning Du Moyu.

"I'm not!" Du Moyu insisted that what he said was true.

"Enough, stop arguing." Chen Hao's face was serious, and he sat up straight. "According to Du Moyu, that Jiang Cheng is indeed not an ordinary person. It was a wise choice for us to cooperate with him."

"And that fatty." Du Moyu added, "Named Wang Fugui. Listening to Jiang Cheng's words, that fatty is even more powerful. Maybe he's the trump card."

"Yes, Wang Fugui, we must also pay attention to him." After hearing this, Chen Hao couldn't help but think of Wang Fugui's face. Although no matter how he looked at the fatty, he didn't seem very powerful, there was no shortage of people pretending to be weak in missions.

"Could it be that they are also disciples?" Lei Mingyu asked in a low voice.

"Whether they are disciples or not, Jiang Cheng set a trap yesterday and killed Zhou Qing. This is an undeniable fact. He also saved Du Moyu." Chen Hao glanced at Du Moyu and said.

"Yes, yes, he saved me." Du Moyu nodded.

Lei Mingyu didn't like looking at Du Moyu's face, feeling that he wasn't decisive enough. "What are you getting so excited about? He killed Zhou Qing to weaken Yu Chengmu's strength, and saving you was just a byproduct. Besides, we can't tell how much of his words are true and how much are false. Don't be fooled."

Ever since Pang Xiaofeng died, Lei Mingyu's temper had been very bad. At the same time, the door in his body was gradually awakening.

"I can't feel his malice." Du Moyu seemed to suddenly think of something, and said mysteriously, "Okay, these are all minor matters. I have one more thing to tell you, today I..."

"Da da da..."

A very light footstep came from outside the door. Lei Mingyu was very vigilant and noticed it first, but the footstep only stopped in front of the door for a moment, then went around to the window.

Du Moyu was a little familiar with this scene. "Jiang Cheng?" He approached the window and asked softly.

"No, it's a ghost." A voice replied from outside, sounding annoying. "There are two in total, thinking about how to get in."

Chen Hao felt relieved and took the initiative to open a small crack in the window. "We won't go out to invite you in. You can climb in yourselves."

After a moment, Jiang Cheng climbed in first, followed by the fatty. The fatty's movements were actually more agile than Jiang Cheng's. He put his hand on the window sill, used a little force, and jumped in directly. Lei Mingyu was stunned. He had never seen such an agile fatty.

Du Moyu kept winking at him, probably meaning, "See, see? Didn't I tell you?"

After coming in, Jiang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. He casually grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table and ate them. "I didn't come for anything else. I just wanted to ask, who are you planning to send tonight?"

"What do you mean who we are planning to send? You guys came at the right time. We'll decide by drawing lots." Lei Mingyu's impression of Jiang Cheng was only so-so. After all, he didn't know the details. He wasn't the kind of sentimental person like Du Moyu who was easily bought off.

"Why draw lots?" Jiang Cheng threw the peanuts on the table, crossed his arms, and sneered, "I saved one of you yesterday. Shouldn't you show some gratitude?"

Chen Hao patted Lei Mingyu's shoulder, smiled, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang. Du Moyu came back and told us that he would have been in danger without you yesterday."

"Not just in danger, he would have died." Jiang Cheng said unceremoniously, "Saving a life, I am like his reborn parents."

Du Moyu: "...I acknowledge that you saved me, but I don't accept that description."

Chen Hao nodded, and said seriously, "I don't see any problem with Mr. Jiang's suggestion, it's very fair, so this time, please rest well, you and brother Fugui. I'll go."

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, seemingly increasing his favorability towards Chen Hao. He clapped his hands, stood up, and grabbed two more handfuls of peanuts and stuffed them into his pockets, after all, the peanuts in their room had been eaten by the fatty. "Then I'll take my leave. By the way, I want to remind you that your opponent is likely to be Yu Chengmu. That old guy has some tricks, so be careful."

"Also, today Du Moyu saw Ah Biao's face on the paper figure, which may mean something, but since such a thing happened, I guess he's a little wary in his heart, so the person behind you tonight should be Jia Jinliang."

"I think so too." Chen Hao's expression was calm. "If possible, I will try to interfere with him, but I don't have Mr. Jiang's methods, so I may not be able to get rid of him."

"Good luck." Jiang Cheng said sincerely.

He didn't plan to stay long. He was about to leave when he was stopped. It was Du Moyu who called him. "Mr. Jiang." He paused, his face nervous, "Actually... actually, there's one thing I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Jiang Cheng frowned.

"The face I saw was not Ah Biao, but yours." Du Moyu said in a low voice.