"Tell me! Where is Xiaoba?" Chu Qiao's voice sounded out coldly. She pushed her dagger forward, inflicting a wound on the man. Crimson red blood oozed out of his neck.
"Who…who is Xiaoba?" The scheming man, no longer as arrogant as before, cowered in fear and stammered, "I don't know any Xiaoba…I just work for people."
"Xiaoba is the owner of this baggage. The child that you impersonated."
"I…I don't know," the dwarf replied. "Someone under Fourth Young Master approached me. I am a guest of the Zhuge family. I don't have any problem with you."
"You don't know?" Chu Qiao frowned and sized up the man. Seeing that the dwarf was nodding non-stop, she was overwhelmed with anger. With a few swift motions of her wrists, the man's eyes widened, his pupils dilating. His limbs stiffened, unable to breathe. There was only one long, bloody wound on his neck.
