Yet Qin Hu was by no means the sort of man to sit quietly and wait for death. He knew full well that this was a blatant framing, and he was not going to let it rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait; not only would he stay alive, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital and settle accounts with every last one of them.
"Qin An, how many silver banknotes did we bring when we left home?"
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