Cao Jinxing took the sheet of paper.
Han Xinting and Shen Xiang sat down on the other two stone stools.
"To protect himself, Qiu Luan generally relied on Hou Rong to pass messages. Hou Rong knows more about the details than Qiu Luan does."
Shen Xiang poured himself a cup of wine. "Hou Rong wasn't exactly tough. He confessed before we'd used more than a few sets of torture instruments. This is what he admitted to."
Cao Jinxing read through it carefully.
The martial arts of the Thirteen Wings were all listed.
Hundred Faces: Disguise Technique, Soul-Seizing Drum, Earth-Escaping Technique...
Poison King: White Bone Yin-Yang Sword, Yinfeng Poison Sand Palm...
Wind Eagle: Eternal Heaven Divine Skill-wind divine power, Gale Swordsmanship...
Bone Demon: Eternal Heaven Divine Skill-water divine power, Snake Bone Art...
Cao Jinxing read down the list, line by line. "Where's their base?"
"The Mohu Inn."
Han Xinting's voice was icy. "Those dogs under Qiu Luan obeyed the Mongols' every command. They actually let them establish an inn right under the Defeat-the-Barbarians Guard's nose! The proprietors were military households on paper, but in reality, they were traitors who'd been bought off!"
Shen Xiang continued, "By the time we brought the Valiant Cavalry Battalion to surround and eliminate them, the Mohu Inn was deserted. They probably knew Hou Rong couldn't keep his mouth shut and withdrew first."
"Withdrew? I wouldn't be so sure."
Cao Jinxing never raised his head, his eyes fixed on the final line of the paper: detailed information on Toghto.
"This adopted son of Altan Khan is highly skilled in martial arts, has eight experts under his command, and used those traitors to bring in thirty-six Mongol guards from the khan's royal tent. I don't think he'd just slink away like that..."
When Toghto risked entering the