Jin Wusuan wagged his finger and ordered the steward, "Go fetch the shackles."
"Yes."
Manager Jin nodded and commanded the guards to do as instructed.
Ji Xingwang's brow relaxed slightly as he said, "With the Du Stone Shackles, we can interrogate the travelers one by one..."
"Two hundred twenty-five!!"
Ji Linglang, who had been coldly observing the hall from a corner, suddenly shouted, "The numbers don't match!"
She strode to the front of the counter, drew the longsword from her waist, and threw it.
The longsword suddenly accelerated in mid-air and carved the number 225 on the wooden plank above the counter.
Ji Linglang turned around, scanned the entire hall, and said in a deep voice, "The number of people has increased."
She had been observing everyone in the hall. Without realizing it, the already cramped space seemed even more crowded, as if some people had appeared out of thin air.
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