But Qin Hu was by no means a man who would sit and wait for death. It was clear as day that he had been framed, and he could not let this go.
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 to settle the score with all of them.
"Qin An, how much in silver notes did we bring when we left?"
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