Even though he had seen it with his own eyes, Shen Qiang couldn't help but doubt it.
He turned around and closed the door of the room. After locking it, he looked at Sixth Brother, who was still breathing, and couldn't help but ask Jian Xing'er, "Why didn't you kill him too? Leaving him alive will cause trouble in the future."
"I have something else to ask him." Jian Xing'er kicked Sixth Brother and asked, "Why did you follow Hou Junlai? Does your assassin have a grudge against him, or did someone hire you to kill him?"
Because of the pain, Sixth Brother's forehead was already covered in sweat and his breathing was strained, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent. Seeing this, Jian Xing'er couldn't be bothered to waste her breath. She picked up the silver needle and inserted it into his acupuncture point.
