Chapter 1964: Mathematical Bliss (20)
"Sorry, but the gang has its rules."
That wasn't unexpected. Fu Qian's words sent the onlookers scattering, and the gang members likewise started back without a doubt.
There was clearly no need to bring so many people just to deal with a minor incident. No one had forgotten the real purpose of this trip: dealing with the traitors.
The return journey was quite quiet. Fu Qian sat in the largest carriage, with people accompanying him on either side, but no one had any interest in making conversation.
In that atmosphere, it wasn't long before the carriage stopped. The man with thick eyebrows sitting opposite Fu Qian spoke calmly, announcing that the time for judgment had arrived.
Despite his outstanding service just moments ago, Fu Qian couldn't pretend the suspected betrayal had never happened. He wasn't surprised by the man with thick eyebrows' attitude.
In Jianghu, people often had no choice in what they did. There was no need to be harsh about many things.
The only regret was that nothing unexpected had happened along the way.
Tracing things back in reverse wasn't just talk. After encountering that first suicide soldier, Fu Qian had been waiting for another dangerous situation.
But the eyes behind the scenes seemed to have suddenly slowed their pace.
"Sure."
With a sigh in his heart, Fu Qian merely nodded at the man with thick eyebrows. He didn't make things difficult for him.
He didn't mind when the other man gestured to those beside them, who put a lavish but blinding mask over his eyes.
The pungent fragrance.
That was what Fu Qian considered the most accurate description, and it was almost the only information he could glean.
The mask blocked the light exceptionally well, and the group remained silent as