The fat man had no interest in Zhu Jie or Tang Qisheng. He stubbornly tried to explain to Jiang Cheng that, no matter who else might be suspicious, he refused to believe Yao Shunyu was involved. Yao Shunyu owed him his life—he had once saved him—and he didn't believe Yao Shunyu would betray them.
But Jiang Cheng didn't listen to him at all. He turned to Shao Tong, whose attention had been almost entirely fixed on Wu ever since Wu appeared. "Brother Shao, based on what you know about the Night Watch, do you think there could be another Night Watch mole among Zhu Jie and Tang Qisheng?"
Shao Tong fell silent for a moment, then turned to study Zhu Jie and Tang Qisheng. Their backs prickled under his gaze, and Tang Qisheng couldn't help explaining, "Brother Shao, I did offend you before, but that... that was for everyone's sake. You can't hold it against me now!"
"I know." Shao Tong nodded quite naturally, then turned and apologetically shook his head at Jiang Cheng. "Sorry, I can't tell."
"Then what do you think, Brother Shao?" Jiang Cheng pressed.
Shao Tong rubbed his chin and sighed with some difficulty. "I'm not sure whether there's another mole among them, but I can say for certain that, if there is, this person outranks Lu Qin's group and me by a long way. And if we let them live, we'll be in serious trouble."
Jiang Cheng looked at Shao Tong. "So..."
"We have no choice but to kill all three, just to be safe." Shao Tong raised a hand and made a swift, clean-cutting gesture across his throat.
At his words, Zhu Jie looked at the knife in Wu's hand. She was desperate, but there was nothing she could do. They stood no chance