Yet Qin Hu was certainly not the sort of man to sit back and await his doom. This was clearly a set-up, and he had no intention of letting it go.
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 and settle accounts with every last one of them.
"Qin An, how many silver notes did we bring when we left?"
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