Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they resorted to underhanded blows and sucker punches in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit back and await his doom. This was a blatant frame-up, and he was not going to let it go.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just you wait: not only would he survive, but he would also fight his way back to the capital to settle accounts with every last one of you.
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