"Tell them the Great Jin troops entered our territory and tried to ambush our village, but were attacked by ferocious beasts in the mountains. They suffered countless casualties, were soundly defeated, and fled. There's no need to say anything else."
After giving her instructions, Su Qiao hurried toward town, murder radiating from her entire body.
Liu Jianfang must have hidden somewhere in town.
"Sheng Family! Sheng Ling!"
You'd better pray they're all right!
If they've lost even a single hair, I, Su Qiao, will make sure you die without a burial place!!
She found him. Liu Jianfang was in town, embracing a young male prostitute at the Spring Fragrance Pavilion and indulging in food and drink.
Half an hour later, Su Qiao kicked Liu Jianfang's door open.
"You... how are you still alive?"
Liu Jianfang was so terrified that he nearly slid off his chair.
Su Qiao glared at him through clenched teeth. "Heh, if you're still alive, how could I possibly be dead?"
Her vicious gaze swept toward the two young male prostitutes. "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out!"
How could the two young male prostitutes dare linger?
They darted out the door.
Su Qiao kicked the door shut, then stepped forward and grabbed Liu Jianfang by the throat, slamming him hard against the wall.
"Tell me. Where did you take them?"
Looking at Su Qiao, covered in bloodlust and murderous intent, Liu Jianfang was frightened.
He clutched her hand and struggled desperately. "What... what do you mean, where did I take them? I... I don't understand."
"Heh, you're not going to talk?"
Su Qiao sneered, released his throat, and grabbed his wrist instead.
With a burst of force, she crushed his wrist with a series of cracks.
"Aaaah!!"
Liu Jianfang's face turned deathly pale