Poker Face looked at Wang Yang with utter contempt. "What are you so pleased about, you fake member of the gentry? My master holds your lifeline in his hands. What good will scheming against me do you?"
Chen Qing Shan glanced at Wang Yang when she heard "fake member of the gentry." Black Han, however, did not move a muscle, as though he had heard nothing.
Wang Yang was not angry either. He smiled. "I scheme against you, and then I'll hold your master's lifeline in my hands."
Poker Face scoffed, only to choke on the blood in his throat and start coughing again. "Stop... stop dreaming. I won't tell you anything."
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you talk. But if you give me a little information, I can spare your life. For instance, what is your master after? Who's behind him? I don't believe he intends to frame the Prince of Badong with a few fabricated remarks."
"Kill me if you like. I won't say a word." Poker Face sneered and closed his eyes.
"Facing death as though you're going home? Fine. I'll grant your wish."
Wang Yang picked up the short sword, raised it in both hands, and thrust downward.
Black Han stopped him. "Young Master, why don't we torture him first and see how long he holds out?"
"I can hit him with my lance," Chen Qing Shan said. "The kind of blows that really hurt." Her tone was utterly earnest.
The corner of Black Han's mouth twitched.
Wang Yang said only, "No need. No interrogation. Kill him."
"Then let me!" Black Han bellowed and drove his blade down!
The tip stopped against Poker Face's chest. Black Han turned to look at Wang Yang.
Poker Face opened his eyes and mocked them. "Stop playing these games. There's