Emperor Chu glanced at the lifeless man on the ground; with a flick of his hand, Guard Eunuchs came in to deal with the body.
Xia Houzhe grew anxious and, who knows what suddenly came to mind, snapped his mouth shut.
At this point, what could he still do for him? He himself was nothing but a prisoner under the stairs. He could only watch as Mr. Ning's corpse was wrapped up in a reed mat and disappeared from his sight, and inside he felt an inexplicable sense of desolation and loss.
"I'll say it again: if you want to live, you have to put something of value on the table to trade for it."
Xia Houzhe stood up and said, "I've already told you all the strongholds I know. Whether you can catch anyone is your business. But from the looks of it, you haven't, have you."
Even at the end he had to stab in a line or two to vent his spleen.
