The fire illuminated the night sky.
Jia Youcai instinctively pulled on the reins.
The arrest officer couldn’t help but speak out.
He recognized the location of the fire — it was the Chen Residence.
But, how could it be such a coincidence?
Just after finishing handling matters here, the Chen Residence had an incident?
Thinking about the deeds done by those two from the Chen Residence, Jia Youcai refused to believe it.
Li Deshang commanded, his expression turning increasingly grim.
If previously he only suspected someone within the Mountain City was involved in the cult’s ’city takeover’, at this point, he was certain.
Li Deshang cursed inwardly.
Not only was this matter implicating him, a small misstep could lead to the ruin of his family, but also because previously, he prided himself on diligently managing the Mountain City.
It was like a slap in the face.
Not only did it hurt, but he got swollen from the blow.
Jason rested with his eyes closed inside the carriage. When the fire started, he twitched his nose, found no scent of ’food’, and quickly lost interest.
Although surprised, such an occurrence was acceptable to Jason.
Chen Tong — he killed him.
Chen Yin — he killed him.
Chen Jin — he killed him.
The whole family was neatly taken care of.
Sparing him a lot of trouble.
The remaining matters?
That’s more manageable.
Especially with the Transmigration Cult!
Jason certainly wouldn’t let them off.
His ’Fireball Spell Staff’ was still in the hands of these cultists. It must be returned.
"Sir, Master Mu has arrived."
Jia Youcai pulled the reins and jumped off the carriage, lifting the curtain for Jason and Li Deshang — it was a small carriage that required entry from the front; although it didn’t seat many, it was fast.
That’s why Jia Youcai chose this carriage.
Jason swiftly jumped off.
Li Deshang was helped down by Jia Youcai.
Only when he felt solid ground beneath him did Li Deshang release Jia Youcai’s arm.
A soldier stationed there ran over and bowed to Li Deshang.
Li Deshang asked, looking towards the Chen Residence.
By now, the Chen Residence had fully become an inferno.
The soldiers around were constantly fighting the fire, but were ultimately powerless against the blaze.
"We followed sir’s orders to guard outside the Chen Residence, but just a moment ago, it suddenly caught fire. The flames were unstoppable, surging straight up."
"Please punish me, sir."
The soldier knelt to the ground.
"It’s not your fault."
Li Deshang waved his hand.
Though angry, he wouldn’t vent it onto others.
Clearly, everyone inside the Chen Residence had been silenced, and the impossible-to-stop blaze was due to combustibles like oil.
This sort of thing was definitely not something the soldier could handle.
Did any of these soldiers have ties to this?
If so, that would be trouble.
Thinking this, Li Deshang frowned.
He maintained friendly relations with the major households in the Mountain City partly due to their wealth, and partly because of their long-standing roots in the city, far beyond what a newcomer like him could compare.
Once in conflict, swift action was necessary.
It’s not unheard of for ’chief officials’ to die in office.
If it included him Li Deshang, what was the big deal?
Just another useless corpse.
Li Deshang reminded himself, then he waved his hand again at the kneeling soldier.
"This was sudden; I don’t blame you."
"Continue leading people to fight the fire."
With that, Li Deshang turned and gestured for Jason to walk aside.
"Brother Mu, what do you think?"
Li Deshang quietly asked.
"They didn’t kill anyone; they don’t have Blood Fiend Aura."
Li Deshang wanted to ask something, but Jason roughly guessed it, so he immediately answered.
This wasn’t perfunctory; Jason had really used ’Death Sensing’ to check.
"That’s good, that’s good."
"There’s contact, not deep, that’s good."
Li Deshang was delighted, murmuring to himself.
Then he started pacing somewhat awkwardly.
Jason waited a few minutes, seeing Li Deshang hadn’t returned to normal, he promptly bid farewell to Jia Youcai.
The matter at hand was resolved.
Remaining tasks, Li Deshang could definitely handle.
It was definitely not because of the scent from the four ’Fireball Spell Staff’ he carried that made him feel hungry.
"Master Mu, leave it to me."
"Sir reads too much, inevitably causing this demeanor."
"I’ll prepare your carriage."
Jia Youcai explained.
Jason shook his head and strode towards the Martial Arts Street.
Soon disappearing into the night.
"Is it like the stories, leaving after things are resolved?"
"Unfortunately, I don’t have that skill."
Jia Youcai shook his head, glanced at his mystic-like sir, and shook his head again.
Lastly, Jia Youcai looked at the Chen Residence engulfed in flames and shook his head once more.
This time, with a sigh.
Exuding an immense pain.
Jason walked at a steady pace towards Martial Arts Street.
Constantly attuned with superhuman perception for any unusualities.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a hint of anomaly.
"Just silence the people of the Chen Residence?"