"Maybe, it's just that the Pills we purchased this time haven't been brought back for too long, so the Embroidered Uniform Guard got anxious and sent people over to buy Pills—who knows!"
At this moment.
A young member of the Zhao family slowly voiced his guess.
And as he spoke, his eyes grew brighter, as if convinced he had found the answer.
"That's right, that's right! It must be so!"
"When the time comes, we'll just say we haven't seen those people before, won't that be fine?"
"Exactly, exactly, that's it!"
The crowd, who'd originally been a little worried,
exchanged looks, one word after another, and instead grew utterly at ease, convinced that what they'd guessed was the truth.
Of course.
Actually, some of them held other thoughts as well—even if the matter of killing the Embroidered Uniform Guard got out, at worst, they could just offer some extra Pills, and that would settle it.
The Zhao family hardly lacked for anything except Pills.
