Honestly, if Zhu Xie Chiri had not stuck his foot in, and Meng Zhao had directly parachuted into the post of General Yangwu, no one would have had much objection. Meng Zhao's forceful manner instead cleared away some of the suspicion hanging over him.
If Meng Zhao had truly done it and still had the shameless audacity to come at them head-on like this, then he was no ordinary sinister villain. He could be called a figure with the bearing of a tyrant. There was no need to offend such a person too deeply.
Seeing that Meng Zhao had handled himself well enough, Beitang He stepped forward to say a few more words before dismissing the group below. At the same time, he warned them not to say anything they should not say.
The meaning was clear enough: they were not to spread around the possibility that Meng Zhao was Zhu Xie Chiri's killer.
No matter what the truth was, once rumors began to circulate, it would be exceedingly difficult to clear things up afterward.
Once those people had withdrawn, Beitang He gave Meng Zhao a look. Meng Zhao understood at once and temporarily sent Liang Muqiu and the others away as well, telling them to inspect the area around the barracks and make preparations for moving in later.
Oh, right. Among those people just now had also been Meng Zhao's subordinates, led by Second Brother of Minshan, Big Iron Hammer. His martial arts were formidable, and he cultivated the Hunyuan Thirty-Six Hammers, a supreme killing art of the military.
One had to know that the Hunyuan Thirty-Six Hammers were a simplified martial art derived from the Vast Heaven Hegemon Hammer of King Zhao of the Western Prefecture, Li Yuanba. Though it might not contain even one percent of the