Hou Dazhu said with perfect composure:
"The Heaven Tiger Gang works for the Palace!"
Investigator Qi suddenly remembered something. His face alternated between green and white, and he backed away again in humiliation.
Seeing this, Hou Dazhu finally straightened his collar unhurriedly and looked at Yang Ling with a faint, ambiguous smile:
"Yang..."
"Take him away and beat him first. I want him rare."
Yang Ling spoke casually.
Zhang Shendao stepped forward and seized Hou Dazhu, squeezing all his words back down his throat:
"Brother Yang, what does rare mean?"
"It should mean bloody."
Lin Caiyi said.
Understanding dawned on Zhang Shendao, and he hurried away with Hou Dazhu.
A quarter of an hour later, Hou Dazhu was carried back, dripping with blood.
The two players released him, and he collapsed onto the ground, his breathing so faint that he clearly could no longer speak.
The Heaven Tiger Gang's three eighth-rank experts swallowed involuntarily. When they looked at Yang Ling again, their eyes were filled with terror.
Investigator Qi felt both gratified and anxious.
Hou Dazhu had already revealed the Heaven Tiger Gang's backing, yet this man still showed no restraint?
"You three, tell me which big shot in the Palace ordered the Heaven Tiger Gang to have you bring Qi Meng here to frame the Green Gang."
Yang Ling said flatly.
The three Heaven Tiger Gang experts exchanged glances and remained silent.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside.
The gates opened, and Zhao Xun and Qin Mo walked in with a large group of Iron Clothes officers.
Outside, over a hundred more Iron Clothes officers spread out and secured the entire courtyard.
"Why are so many Iron Clothes officers here?"
"Did the Green Gang commit some crime? For the Iron Clothes Department to mobilize so many men, it must