Zhao Qingcheng glared fiercely at Zhao Dezhi and said angrily.
"What the hell are you afraid of? All the strong ones in the city have been drugged and are probably snoring away somewhere. Up ahead is the home of Chen Yuanke, one of Liu Yuanhu's closest confidants. Why don't we check it out and see for ourselves?"
The Zhao family members stormed into a decently maintained courtyard and began looting recklessly.
Fifteen minutes later, the Zhao family gathered in the courtyard, with a pile of gold, silver, and jewels from their plunder before them.
"Father, there's no one in the courtyard! None of the valuables are missing either. I checked, and there's still a bit of warmth in the kitchen!"
Hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng's brow furrowed immediately.
Logically speaking, even if Chen Yuanke was drugged and taken down at the County Magistrate's mansion, there should still be others left in the house.
