Chen Ji and Qi Zhenzhuo silently watched Yang Fang's sweat flow, even biting through a stick two fingers thick, without crying out in pain.
Qi Zhenzhuo softly said, "Master, I'm not as good as them."
"It's never too late to have this resolve," Chen Ji drew Qi Zhenzhuo's sword from his waist and turned to inspect the killer's corpse.
He waved Zhang Xia over, and the two stood side by side by the corpse.
Chen Ji glanced back at the crowd behind him and saw Mr. Liao folding his hands in his sleeves, staring intently at him.
He ignored it, carefully removing the bamboo hats of more than ten killers, revealing their faces.
Chen Ji said softly, "These killers might have been lurking around the Imperial Capital daily, have you seen them before?"
Zhang Xia studied their faces: "Never seen them."
Of course, Zhang Xia couldn't have seen everyone in the Imperial Capital, but if none of these more than ten killers had appeared before him, perhaps they just arrived from another place.
