Two days later, late at night.
Beneath a dilapidated wooden bridge, four shadows were reflected on the water.
Jia Huan looked at the second Wanyan brother and said coldly:
"Whatever excuse you use, lure him out!"
Scholar Twin Whips stared at the distant pavilion, half built of timber, half imitating the flying eaves and glazed tiles of the Central Plains.
According to the second brother, the main building in the middle was Wanyan Hezhe's residence.
The second Wanyan brother obeyed without question.
Jia Huan used his king-level movement technique, skimmed across the water, and vanished into the night.
Two cups of tea later, a mountain of a man stepped out of the residence. He had a broad, flat face, a shaved scalp with a thin rat-tail braid, and a long scar at the corner of his mouth.
The second Wanyan brother brought up borrowing money.
Wanyan Hezhe did not refuse. He ordered someone to bring ten gold ingots, then returned to the main building.
The moment he pushed open the door, his heart stopped and every hair on his body stood on end.
Someone was sitting on his bed.
Before he could cry for help, the figure darted forward and clamped a hand around his neck.
Wanyan Hezhe's face flushed red, his eyes bulged, and he was on the verge of suffocating.
"Cooperate, and you may yet live."
"Defy me, and your head will leave your shoulders!"
"I won't say the same thing twice."
Feeling the oppressive authority of someone long accustomed to command, along with that intense killing intent, Wanyan Hezhe nodded desperately.
Jia Huan released him and sat down by the window.
"You..."
Only by the lamplight did Wanyan Hezhe make out his face. He searched his memory for a long while, certain he had seen a portrait