"Do you have a way to drag that person out?" Zhang Yang was instantly invigorated when he heard Zhang Tie's words.
Zhang Tie nodded.
Zhang Yang was somewhat excited. From the moment he had seen Zhang Tie, he had felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. Yet when he thought of the desperate resolve displayed by those two assassin death warriors at the very end today, his brows furrowed again, and he hesitated slightly. "Judging by the determination those two assassins showed at the last moment, the person relaying the messages is probably a death warrior too. Once he realizes we've locked onto him, even if you can drag him out, he'll likely kill himself in the blink of an eye and turn into a puddle of blood. We probably won't be able to get anything out of him..."
Zhang Tie smiled. Of course he had considered that. "Whether he kills himself or not isn't actually important. In an assassin organization, someone like this, lying low to pass messages, wouldn't know much anyway. What matters is that I can drag him out—and I already know some information. As long as we make those outside believe we've caught him and tortured some information out of him, that will be enough!"
"You mean..." Zhang Yang was beginning to understand.
"Those two assassins came from Central Province. They were members of an assassin organization. They had no names, only codenames. One was codenamed Jia 137, the other Jia 224. That assassin organization's base is in Flat Sand Valley, Dragon Creek Commandery, Central Province—one of Great Xia's nine great divine provinces. So long as the Golden Crow Merchant Group releases this news and hints that this assassination is connected to those who framed me back then, the experts of