"We would be breaking the rules if we acted?" the fatty said, still shaken.

Jiang Cheng nodded. "It seems so."

...

In another room, the atmosphere was much heavier.

Jia Jinliang's face grew increasingly gloomy. He clenched his right fist on the table. "I didn't expect… the dead man was actually Zhang Junyu. How could it be him?"

A Biao sat opposite Jia Jinliang. "Boss, it's obvious that Yu Zhangyan didn't care about him." After a pause, A Biao lowered his voice. "Those people were able to survive. I think Yu Zhangyan must have a way to choose the real paper figure, but he didn't do it. He intentionally watched Zhang Junyu die."

A flash of ferocity crossed Jia Jinliang's eyes. "That old bastard must have figured something out, some important clues about this mission, but he didn't say anything. Eliminating Zhang Junyu was to prevent anyone from hindering him."

"It's also blinding the eyes we planted beside him," A Biao reminded in a low voice. "Yu Zhangyan is a very calculating person. He probably found out about our affair with Zhang Junyu."

Jia Jinliang's face showed vigilance, hearing A Biao's hidden meaning. "You mean… Yu Chengmu is going to attack us?"

"Not for the time being, but…" A Biao lowered his voice. "We have to be on guard. You know better than anyone what kind of person Yu Zhangyan is. When you recruited him, his former superior was against it, right? What happened then?"

A Biao took a deep breath. "That person disappeared, never to be seen alive or dead. Although people in the underworld said it was because the government dug up his past and he smuggled himself abroad, I don't believe it."

"According to Yu Zhangyan's personality, he would never let it go if this person knew his secrets. But Yu Zhangyan handled this matter very calmly, as if he wasn't worried about this person being extradited back and exposing everything."

"So, the most reasonable explanation is that his previous superior was eliminated by him, and the body was probably thrown into some ancient tomb." Even someone like A Biao was uneasy when mentioning Yu Chengmu's ruthlessness. "I once asked Zhang Junyu about this in secret. Zhang Junyu said he didn't know, but he also said that Yu Zhangyan could indeed do such a thing, and he would definitely do it flawlessly."

Jia Jinliang's head throbbed from time to time after the injury, and his head hurt badly when he thought about things for a long time. He stretched out two fingers and rubbed his temples hard. "So… what do you mean?"

"Let's wait and see. We must keep a close eye on Yu Zhangyan, and even if we find key clues later, I suggest we conceal part of them, just in case," A Biao said clearly.

"Okay, let's do as you say!" Yu Chengmu's insidious face appeared in Jia Jinliang's mind. He said fiercely, "Once we get out of here, Yu Chengmu can't be kept. He knows too much about us, and… he's too insidious. He might betray us someday. I suspect that his master's accident was related to him."

Seeing Jia Jinliang's painful expression, A Biao stood up and asked, "Boss, you can rest assured with me here, but your injury…"

"It's nothing." Jia Jinliang sighed, turned his head, his eyes fixed on the door, his brows slightly frowned. No one knew what he was thinking.

...

When the sky was completely bright, Jiang Cheng and the fatty went out and found that the remaining people were already waiting for them.

Chen Hao was talking to Yu Chengmu from time to time. The latter looked grieved and echoed in a low voice. Needless to say, they were talking about Zhang Junyu's death.

Compared to these two people, Jiang Cheng was more curious about A Biao and Jia Jinliang's attitude, but these two were old foxes after all, and nothing could be seen from their faces.

"Old Mr. Yu." Jiang Cheng started acting as usual, walked over and grabbed Yu Chengmu's hand, gently patting the back of his hand, and said with a sorrowful tone, "Please accept my condolences."

"Thank you for your concern, little friend Jiang." Yu Chengmu's acting skills were not inferior to Jiang Cheng's. His voice was a little choked. "It's all my fault. Who knew that such a situation would occur in the mission? I thought the paper figures outside… alas!" Yu Chengmu ended the conversation with a heavy sigh.

Lei Mingyu was the kind of person who liked to stir up trouble, and he had zero tolerance for this kind of two-faced guy. "Old Mr. Yu, please accept my condolences. I think Zhang Junyu will understand your difficulties, and his spirit in heaven will definitely bless you to leave here."

Yu Chengmu sighed slightly, then slowly shook his head. "I'm so old, what does it matter if I can leave or not? I just pity my two disciples, Zhang Junyu and Zhou Qing. They are so young and have a bright future ahead of them. If… if possible, I would exchange my life for them to live, how wonderful would that be?"

Even someone like Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be impressed by the old guy's thick skin. If Zhang Junyu heard these words, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life.

Chen Hao smiled slightly and comforted in a low voice, "It's good that Old Mr. Yu has this heart."

Not far from leaving the Wu family mansion, they ran into the two villagers they had seen before. Needless to say, this was another arrangement by the village chief.

One of the villagers was squatting on the ground, puffing on an old pipe. Seeing them walking from afar, he quickly stood up, put out the pipe, and trotted over. "Masters, you've worked hard. The village chief has arranged for us to take you to dinner."

Du Moyu stepped forward and patted the villager's shoulder, tentatively saying, "No need to bother so much next time." Turning around, Du Moyu pointed to the gate of the Wu family mansion. "See that? We live in the mansion. Tomorrow morning, just bring the food in."

Hearing this, the villager's face changed drastically. He couldn't even hold the pipe in his hand steady. His smiling face was more ugly than crying. "Masters, you're joking. I… I'll take you to dinner. Please, please come with me."

After speaking, he didn't care about Jiang Cheng's reaction and trotted to lead the way.

Everyone exchanged glances. It seemed that this Wu family mansion was a forbidden place for the villagers. Apart from them and the watchman, who was neither human nor ghost, it seemed that no other living person had ever stepped into the gate of the mansion.

Following the flustered villager, they came to a remote small courtyard. There was a table in the courtyard with a few dishes that could not be considered exquisite.

In the middle was a bamboo basket. When the white cloth covering it was lifted, there were white steamed buns inside.

There was also a black pot. When the lid was lifted, a rich aroma wafted out. It was actually… stewed chicken, with thick, whitish soup, which looked quite flavorful.

Since coming to this village, they had not eaten meat. The fatty swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, his eyes staring straight at the chicken.

"I'll taste it for the brothers first." Lei Mingyu picked up his chopsticks and reached over, looking like he was about to tear off a chicken leg.

Unexpectedly, the next second, another pair of chopsticks hit the back of his hand hard. Lei Mingyu shivered, the chopsticks slipped from his hand, and he covered the back of his hand, staring at Yu Chengmu with fire in his eyes. It was him who hit him. "What the hell are you doing?"

Yu Chengmu wrapped the chopsticks in a cloth and carefully put the chopsticks into the chicken soup, searching back and forth, his face becoming more and more gloomy. Finally, he threw the chopsticks away and said in a low voice, "There is no head. It's a headless chicken."

"It seems… this is the last meal prepared for us." Yu Chengmu straightened up, turned his head, and stared at the two villagers who brought them here with sharp eyes.