"Don't scream, or I will insert you another ten thousand." Fu Zheng said as he took out the cloth ball in his mouth.
The leader of the Baihu Gang really gritted his teeth, not daring to cry out in pain.
The pain of the broken arm, he really wanted to die simply.
But he couldn't die, the more painful he became, the more sober he became.
"Say!" Fu Zheng said coldly.
Baihu helped the lord hurriedly nodded: "I said, I said, I said all!"
"Three days ago, a young man and an old man came here to find me. He said that he wanted to buy a person's life and bid three thousand taels of gold. Three thousand taels of gold were the income of our White Tiger Gang for two years. The ghost is obsessed with the heart, so he agreed."
"Who is the last name and first name? What does it look like? Where is the person from?" Fu Zheng asked directly.
The leader of the Baihu Gang shook his head repeatedly: "I really don't know what his name is. I only heard that the old man called him the son, with a beautiful jade belt, and he looked very handsome, but his feet looked abnormal when he walked, and seemed to be a little lame."
Chu Yan's brows gradually closed, and his face suddenly sank, "Is there a red mole on the left side of the eyebrow?"
Chu Yan had been sitting in the chair without speaking or making any sound. This sudden sound shocked the leader of the White Tiger Clan, and he was dumbfounded to answer.
Fu Zheng kicked him again: "What can I say, is there a red mole on the left side of the eyebrow?"
The Baihu gang leader nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, there is a red mole on the left side of the eyebrow, which is very eye-catching."
Chu Yan didn't speak any more, Fu Zheng threw the dagger in his hand in front of him, "Stop it yourself."
The leader of the White Tiger Gang had long expected that it would end like this. If he died, he broke his arm and was a useless person. How could he return to the White Tiger Gang to be the leader? Those enemies want him to die every day, so naturally they won't give him a chance to survive. It's okay to die now and suffer less pain.
He shook his hands and picked up the dagger on the ground, held it in his hand, facing his own heart, but couldn't get it off.
Fu Zheng didn't want to waste time, so he just kicked it up, and happened to submerge the dagger into his heart, and he died after a while.
The secret Long Wei came out, cleaned up the room, and then retreated.
"Light on?" Fu Zheng asked.
Chu Yan shook his head: "No need."
Fu Zheng walked back to him and asked in a deep voice, "Do you believe what this man said?"
Chu Yan nodded: "Believe, why don't you believe it? Some things can be compiled, and some things he can't."
Few people know about that person's lame foot. How can it be fabricated if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes
"But he already—"
Before Fu Zheng finished speaking, he was silent. Yeah, what if he was banned? Wenrui is dead, but man is alive.
If he wants to go out and use some methods and methods, he can always go out.
In addition, the empress dowager is not dead yet, and she is still alive in the palace.
The Su family of the empress dowager's mother family, although gradually declining over the years, was once extremely brilliant, and also a very ambitious family.
As the saying goes, there are still three thousand nails in the broken ship, not to mention the Su clan who had two queens.
When the Emperor Xian died, it seemed that they were going to make a fuss again.
"My lord, we haven't received a letter from Kyoto for three days. Could something happen?"
This is exactly what Chu Yan was worried about. He sent letters back to Kyoto every day to let his master know his whereabouts. For one thing, he could rest assured, and secondly, it was a confession.