"How about Xie Mengjiao?"
Shan Zhumei lowered her head. "Except for her."
Li Banfeng said, "If I capture her as well and she implicates others, wouldn't that also be on your head?"
Shan Zhumei's features began to contort. Her resistance crumbled, and she answered every question Li Banfeng posed.
The Flying General Camp had many members, though Shan Zhumei wasn't sure of the exact number. She had met more than a dozen of them. The singer Xie Mengjiao's main task was to pass on messages, while the merchant Fang Guiquan's was to gather information. Her own task was to record the various deeds of the Flying General Camp.
"You wrote the deeds directly in the newspaper. Weren't you worried about leaking information about the Flying General Camp?"
"This was an order from the Flying General. It was the General who asked me to spread these heartening deeds far and wide."
"Have you met the Flying General?"
