To him, it did not actually matter who had deceived whom. He did not intend to leave a single one of these assassins alive, Huang Yingying included, because Shi Chun had already made things very clear to him.
Huang Yingying, accused on the spot, panicked. He had never imagined that after a little pressure from this big fellow, those bastards from the Tax Inspectorate would sell him out without the slightest hesitation. Not only had his goodwill gone to waste, it had landed him in a pit. This goddamned giant killed without blinking.
Now, even if someone beat him to death, he would not believe Wu Jinliang was merely a handyman at the Horse Ranch.
From the moment Wu Jinliang abruptly appeared halfway along the road and blocked the assassins' escape, he had realized it. How could a mere handyman at the Horse Ranch happen to appear right along their escape route, then take the whole group down with ease?
Someone with that kind of strength could easily earn higher wages elsewhere. Why would he do odd jobs for the pittance the Horse Ranch paid?
His eyes darted frantically, and he immediately cried, "Oh! Xiao Gao, so you came to save me! You gave me such a fright. I thought you meant to harm me. My fault, my fault! I didn't know what you intended earlier, so I didn't dare say anything careless. Forgive me, forgive me. You're a generous man, so please don't hold it against me. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, ask whatever you like. I'll tell you everything I know, down to the last detail."
"So that was it." Wu Jinliang slapped his forehead. "My fault too. I forgot to lift the restriction on you, and made you misunderstand."
As he spoke, he tilted his