Ning Jie nodded. His guess had been right: after making the rounds, Zhao Shanhe had returned simply to act as someone's watchdog.
Then again, wasn't Yang Datou a watchdog, too? No matter what kind of connections they threw around, this crowd of theirs was hardly fit for polite society.
No matter how the underworld churned, it remained the underworld. The halls of power were the most terrifying machine in this world—a gentle grind, and rivers would run dry and lakes would vanish.
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