The carriage had traveled more than ten li when the sound of hoofbeats suddenly came from behind. Jiang Hao knew a cavalry unit was approaching and immediately ordered the horses to move aside.
Rumble, rumble!
Before long, a large cavalry unit came galloping up from behind them. There were probably no fewer than a hundred men. Jiang Hao lifted the carriage curtain and looked out. The massive column sped past the carriage, every rider clad in Flying Fish Robes with Spring Embroidered Sabers at their waists.
Just then, a squad dressed in red came racing over. In the middle rode a man wearing a cloak and a superintendent's hat. As he passed the carriage, the man's sinister gaze swept toward the window and met Jiang Hao's eyes.
Jiang Hao froze slightly when he saw a familiar face. Chen Kun? No, could this guy be the superintendent of the Western Depot?
A line suddenly echoed in Jiang Hao's mind.
"You ask what the Western Depot is? I will tell you now. Matters your Eastern Depot dares not handle, our Western Depot handles. People your Eastern Depot dares not kill, our Western Depot kills. In short, what the Eastern Depot can manage, we manage. What the Eastern Depot cannot manage, we manage even more. Execute first, report later—the Emperor has granted us special authority! That is the Western Depot. Is that clear enough?"
Could this man be Yu Huatian?
After the cavalry passed the carriage, Yu Huatian narrowed his eyes. The moment he had met the eyes inside that carriage, he had felt a faint sense of unease.
Who was that person, to make him feel such a thing?
Still, he was certain he had never seen that person's face before. After considering it, he decided the pressing matter took priority. The