Dujuan pulled out the name list and began the roll call. "Xue Chugui, Zhao MingYang."
When she called these two names, no one responded. It was unclear if they were present.
"Are these two from Qian State?" Zheng Fan asked.
"Yes."
Zheng Fan nodded.
He didn't stand beside Dujuan, brandishing a saber and repeatedly interrogating and threatening the scholars and instructors about the whereabouts of the two men, demanding they sensibly hand them over. Because to Zheng Fan, it felt too much like those devils torturing villagers to get information about the Eighth Route Army.Although he himself felt that his previous actions—intimidating this group of scholars on horseback outside the mountain gate while also beheading one of them—were exactly like those of a villain from an old-fashioned martial arts film he'd seen long ago in his past life, he still had his bottom lines.
So, Zheng Fan pointed at a young student in the crowd.
