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