The smiling corners of Huang An's mouth were not the least bit concealed.
Finally, he had managed to dispatch everyone, and now, the second step of his plan could begin.
The Zhao Family's martial arts house was more than half an hour's journey from the city lord's mansion. A round trip, plus the time spent hiring a carriage and organizing documents and evidence, would be over two hours.
And two hours were more than enough, amply sufficient.
After blocking the courtyard's door, Huang An pushed open the room storing the account books, turned around to bolt the door, and strode over to the first stack of books nearest to him.
He reached out his hand towards the book on top of the stack, and in the next moment, all the account books in the pile disappeared abruptly.
This stack of account books had been transported to the multiverse dump.
Huang An did not linger, and made his way to the second pile of account books, replicating his previous actions.