"We're dead either way, I might as well take this chance to run! One day, all of you who bullied me will kneel and beg for mercy!"
Steward Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the one hundred taels of silver hidden in the sole of his shoe, and rented a carriage to quickly return to Nanzhou Prefectural Capital.
Wang Bu'er, still in Qingshui County, never dreamed that his own backyard would catch fire.
Chapter 192