But no matter which condition was met, it didn't seem to be good news for them.
Just then, the plump matron appeared at the railing of the second-floor corridor. The powder on her face was still as thick as ever.
"Oh, ho, ho. You lot are a bit slow. You've made this old lady wait so long I almost fell asleep."
My lord, this woman is probably not from the same group as the previous assassins, Blind Bei's voice echoed again in Zheng Fan's mind. They may have collaborated, but they are not from the same family. There is likely another assassin waiting in ambush at the inn's back door.
These were all conclusions Blind Bei had analyzed from the woman's words.
