Before Qian Fu came to the banquet, Sun Tao had already sent away his wife and servants. Thus, this shout echoed through the Sun residence without causing much of a stir—except for Qian Fu, whose mind was slightly muddled and whose body was numb, weak, and sore.
There were actually people lying in ambush nearby?
Dodging the incoming wooden stool, Qian Fu curled his ten toes and retreated several steps like a cat. He turned his head from side to side, scanning the surroundings warily, afraid that someone might launch a surprise attack from an unexpected angle.
Only then did he see a handsome youth slowly walking in through the courtyard's arched gate, a long saber in hand. The youth had phoenix eyes and a high nose bridge. Though dressed in coarse cloth, he cut a dashing figure.
More importantly, his arms moved powerfully, his steps were light, his breathing long and steady, and his eyes shone brightly. He was actually an internal martial arts expert. For Qian Fu, who had been drugged and was feeling terribly unwell, this was truly bad news.
"Who are you? You dare join forces with Sun Tao against me? Are you tired of living?"
At this point, if Qian Fu still failed to understand that Sun Tao's confidence in plotting against him came from the youth before him, he would have lived all these years for nothing.
"Heh heh, Qian Fu, and even now you're still putting on airs and striking a pose.
"I'll tell you the truth. This is Constable Xiang Yang from the County Yamen. He came under Magistrate Li's orders specifically to arrest you and take you back for questioning. You know perfectly well what you've done."
Without changing expression, Sun Tao stepped back a few paces and handed the task