Taking out a sheet of paper, the steward stepped forward, accepted it, and handed it to Pan Xiong.
Pan Xiong saw the contents of the page and sighed, seeming to age many years at once. It was a page torn from an account book. If he remembered correctly, it should have been a record left behind at Gushan Market the year before last. When he learned half a month ago that the fat man at the chamber of commerce's Gushan Market shop had been murdered, he had known this day would come. He simply had not expected it to arrive so soon.
He took a sip of tea to steady himself, drew a deep breath, and his face turned cold.
"May I ask what offense the fat man at Gushan Market committed that warranted such a ruthless killing? You left his entire family, old and young, helpless and waiting to die. When one walks the Jianghu, why not leave others a path to live?"
Bai Yujun froze for a moment before realizing Pan Xiong had misunderstood her. From that, she could tell he was not such a bad man.
"I didn't kill him, and I didn't kill the others either. If it really had been me, why would I come here to waste words? Wouldn't it have been better to directly use your entire family as leverage?"
Pan Xiong sighed. With his many years of experience in the Jianghu, he knew the woman before him was not lying.
"I know what you wish to ask, miss, but I have one condition. If you do not agree, then even if you kill my entire family, I will not speak. Since we cannot live anyway, why not take the secret with us to the Yellow Springs?"
A certain flood dragon frowned. She