Meng Zhao could also see Qi Fang's fear of him, but he considered it a good thing. Having a sense of awe was better than having none at all.
Following the planned arrangement, Meng Zhao and Qi Fang brought Uncle Wen and Fang Zijun to a concealed cave on a nearby hill.
Grass mats had already been laid inside, along with spare food and drinking water, enough to ensure they could hide there for several weeks without being discovered.
Of course, that was only the absolute limit. In truth, he did not believe Fang Zijun could hold out for even a few days without revealing what he wanted. Uncle Wen would be the same.
Several thick red candles, each as thick as an arm, burned inside the cave, their light illuminating the dim interior. Fang Zijun and Uncle Wen were tied up side by side.
Fang Zijun had already awakened. He looked around at his surroundings, and especially when he saw Uncle Wen, his pupils involuntarily contracted. He realized the situation was far from encouraging before finally turning his gaze toward Meng Zhao and Qi Fang.
"Who are you? You're not that gambling addict!"
Fang Zijun was very clever. The Fang Family's information channels could not be wrong, so Qi Fang's personal information was certainly accurate.
The key was that while the information was accurate, the person might not be that person. That was what had ultimately led to the present situation.
Uncle Wen told Fang Zijun that Fang Han had been a traitor and had been executed by Meng Zhao, making the Fifth Young Master of the Fang Family even more wary.
Such a vicious and ruthless man—even if he obtained what he wanted, would he truly let them go?
Meng Zhao smiled. He toyed with a sharp dagger