The monk was threatened, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Since it is Chu Heng investigating this matter, then threaten him, and just stop him from investigating."
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrow, his eyes full of excitement: "What are you planning to do?"
"Just grab one of the Chu family, make her sick, I reckon Chu Heng won't have the time to bother us then." The monk squinted his eyes, let out a cold laugh, "If we have to choose, let's choose the most useful."
"Well, needless to say, choose Chu Jin or the youngest son of the Chu family." The middle-aged man was a bit agitated, his eyes full of malice: "I don't believe, if one son doesn't work, then two sons will."
"However, there are too many hands at the Chu family in the capital, unless using medicine from the Southern Border, otherwise, I am not confident." The middle-aged man's words were deliberately probing the monk.
