The dust inside Northwatch Tower had yet to settle.
The Old Man leaned against the broken bluestone rim of the well, half his body charred black. Black blood still seeped from the gaping hole in his chest.
His cloudy old eyes stared fixedly at the figure still seated calmly in the corner of the hall. The shock on his face gradually turned into something dark and venomous.
Jiang Qiao still looked utterly composed.
Sitting in his chair, he drawled, "Old Man, are you unhappy about this?"
"Do you really want to kill me?"
"Too bad you can't."
He glanced at the dishes on the table with distaste. "A perfectly good meal, and you had to put shit in it. Don't you think you deserve to die?"
The old man said nothing.
He merely stared at Jiang Qiao, his body rising and falling faintly.
"Old Man."
"Let me ask you something."
Jiang Qiao stood up and slowly walked into the backyard, stopping before the Old Man. "What exactly is going on in Ninggu City right now?"
"Why does it look like you're the only piece of trash in this city?"
"Where's your Great Sir?"
"Tell me."
He had heard Jin Shanba mention it before, so he naturally knew a little about Tiger Lian Mountain.
To be honest.
If the Old Man had not spoken so rudely, Jiang Qiao had planned to mention Jin Shanba's name and have both sides sit down for a proper talk.
Unfortunately.
This Old Man was far too confident.
Not only had he assumed Jiang Qiao had come to Ninggu City on behalf of some faction to cause trouble.
He had even planned to capture him.
Well, too bad.
Even if it was a misunderstanding, that did not stop Jiang Qiao from beating him to death.
After