"Stop stepping, stop stepping!" That short, stout man begged with agonizing cries, "I'll tell you everything, okay?"
Ye Jiuge's right leg hovered on his shank as she bent down and said, "Speak. I'm listening!"
"Shopkeeper Jin from the medicinal store was…the one who asked us to follow you. He wanted to use unscrupulous means to intimidate you into submission!" the short, stout man confessed with a trembling voice.
"You still dare to lie to me?" Ye Jiuge raised her eyebrow.
BaiCao Hall had conducted business in the capital for so many years, so why would they mar their reputation over one stalk of spiritual herbs? It was obvious that someone else was threatening him behind the scenes.
"I am not lying to you. I am telling the truth!" the short, stout martial artist insisted.
"Ha-ha!" Ye Jiuge's right leg stepped on him forcefully.
Ka ca, ka ca!
Two perfect sections.
The short, stout man fainted from the pain.
