Fishing Guild Headquarters.
Nan Batian was at his wits' end, ever since he had been framed by Chen Jie. He had been leading the brothers of the Fishing Guild in a citywide search for the whereabouts of the Zoroastrian Sect's despicable members.
They had turned the whole city upside down, yet they found neither the demon people of the Zoroastrian Sect nor the so-called military supplies.
In his desperate state, Nan Batian was running around like a headless chicken, no longer having the time to attend to other matters, which, on the other hand, allowed Huang Wan'er in the backyard a considerable amount of peace.
However, the entire Fishing Guild was engulfed in a tense atmosphere, as they had been searching for two days straight, and nearly the entire Mianshui County had been scoured with nothing to show for it. The deadline given by Darugachi Mansion was looming, with only thirteen days left.
Nan Batian was frantic.
