Zhang Qiang was very familiar with Shopkeeper Chen's voice; he recognized it the moment he heard it.
Why was he here?
Had he followed me all the way here?
It had to be so. Otherwise, there was no way to explain it.
That meant he had discovered long ago that I was the mole in the apothecary, and the intelligence about this shipment of medicinal herbs was false as well!
The men from the stronghold carrying out this mission were in grave danger!
At that thought, Zhang Qiang felt chills run down his spine. An icy cold seeped into his bones, and his body would not stop trembling.
He was afraid.
He was not worried about his own life, but about his son in Black Wind Stronghold.
Because of the false intelligence he had provided, the stronghold would suffer grievous losses. The higher-ups would surely seek out the culprit, yet he could no longer return to the stronghold. In that case, their towering fury could only be vented upon his son.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang's heart was filled with desolation. His spirit, energy, and vitality drained away; his hair suddenly turned white, and he aged several years in an instant. Whimpers occasionally escaped his mouth.
Lai Er did not notice Zhang Qiang's behavior. His nerves were stretched taut as he stared grimly at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared before him.
Along with the man's voice came an invisible yet palpable pressure. In an instant, Lai Er's hairs stood on end. His body slipped beyond his control, and his right hand, which had been gripping Zhang Qiang's throat, was forced to loosen as he staggered backward.
The newcomer was a Blood Strengthening Realm Martial Artist!
Lai Er's heart sank, and bitterness filled his face.
No matter what, he