However, Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit back and await his doom. This was clearly a frame-up, and he would not let it rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait; not only would he survive, but he would fight his way back to the Capital and settle accounts with every last one of them.
"Qin An, how many silver banknotes did we bring when we left home?"
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