Jing Xu remembered a long time ago, someone had told him: 'the righteous are well versed in morals, the wicked are well versed in profit - those who gathered due to profit, will be scattered by profit'.

He and Fu Zhi Cheng were gathered together for profit; now that this matter had been uncovered, Fu Zhi Cheng, of course, could also easily abandon him. Bandits were plentiful on these mountains. Get rid of one Jing Xu, he could still raise countless others to replace him.

Someone ran up to him and said in a choked-up voice: "Big brother, let's dig up the secret passage, maybe there are still some survivors left."

Jing Xu stood there with indifference, shaking his head.

"Big brother!"

The sounds of crying broke out from all sides, Jing Xu suddenly shouted: "Enough!"

All the surviving bandits stood on the scorched surface of the ground and looked at him.

"Follow me." Jing Xu’s eyes gradually became red, like a beast that was ready to bite someone. He pressed his voice low through his teeth. "If Fu Zhi Cheng is not benevolent, don't blame me for being unjust — after these many years, does he truly think I do not have any ways to deal with him?”

"The Southern Frontier has many mountains and many hideouts. These mountains' bandits formed a system, and they don't act independently. As far as we know, there are three big bandit leaders."

In Xing Zi Lin, Chang Geng took out a leather map. It had been tattered from being flipped through many times. He pointed out for Gu Yun; the marks on it were extremely complicated, from the terrain, the climate, what type of road, what type of horses could be used to travel on them, so on and so forth.

Such a drawing, Gu Yun had seen it before in Jiangnan. This was undoubtedly the pen of the Lin Yuan Pavilion. He looked at Chang Geng thoughtfully under the oil lamp; he did not respond, indicating for him to continue.

Gu Yun let three thousand Black Iron Camp soldiers mix in with the caravans returning home from the North. Using smoke as a signal, they had secretly made their way through at night and swooped in from the sky when Kuai Lan Tu’s guards had surrounded Fu Zhi Cheng. More than twenty killers of the sky controlled the situation of dogs biting other dogs. They were divided into two directions, and the tens of thousands of Southern Army troops stationed at the foot of the mountain were separated into several sections.

Their commander had been captured, the Black Iron Camp had also arrived in person. The Southern Frontier Garrison, although having many soldiers, resembled a group of sheep who could not resist, submitting to Gu Yun as a result.