The night was dark and the wind was high, a perfect time for murder and arson.
Several boats drifting slowly on the water were making their way forward when suddenly, dozens of black figures emerged from beneath the boats.
These dark silhouettes, agile in form, were slowly climbing up ropes that had been thrown down from the boats.
Just as they were about to reach the top and flip over into the boats, suddenly, a flame flared up in front of them.
Upon closer look, it was people holding torches.
The figures in black panicked, and before they could react, they were showered with a torrent of arrows, falling into the water.
Soon, the water around the boats was dyed with a swath of scarlet, and the black corpses gradually sank below the surface.
"Prince, all assassins have been shot and killed!" Zhou Hong, having dealt with the assassins, immediately came back to report.
Li Mingjue nodded slightly, "You, Commander Zhou, and the brothers of the imperial guard have worked hard."
