Zhao Cai went forward and grabbed the hand of the candied hawthorn seller. He slowly cut off a piece of his thumb. The candied hawthorn seller screamed and fainted.
Zhao Cai glanced at him. "Weren't you quite tough just now? It's only a finger. It's still early!"
As Zhao Cai spoke, he walked up to the peddler with the knife. The peddler was so frightened that he shouted, "I'll talk, Lord Zhou, don't cut my finger. I'll talk…"
Zhou Jia glanced at Zhao Cai and said to the peddler, "Tell me! I'll give you a chance. Don't think you can get away with it."
"Madam asked me to capture your young master. I don't know why. The bank is under the house. The entrance is in the wall behind the stable, and the exit is in the blacksmith shop next door."
After the peddler finished speaking, he looked at them and tears flowed down his face. "Lord Zhou, Madam, please spare my life. My son is just a month old and I still have to earn money to support myself."
