Huang Fei felt for the first time what it meant to rack one's brains.
If Liu Zeqing had a hundred ways to save his own skin, one had to come up with at least a hundred and one ways to kill him. This was a tactical drill of spear against shield; they were the spear, and Liu Zeqing was the shield! In short, Liu Zeqing had to die.
As midnight drew near, three men and three pairs of eyes stared blankly at one another, unable to come up with a strategy. Killing Liu Zeqing was simply too difficult.
Chapter 62