Yet Qin Hu was by no means the sort of man to sit idly by and wait for death. This was clearly a frame-up, and he had no intention of letting the matter rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—not only would he stay alive, but he would fight his way back to the Capital City and settle accounts with every last one of them.
"Qin An, how many banknotes did we bring when we left home?"
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