But Qin Hu was by no means the type to sit around and wait for death. It was glaringly obvious that he had been framed, and he could not let this slide.
Life itself was an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—not only would he survive, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital and settle scores with them.
"Qin An, how many banknotes did we bring when we left?"
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