"What?"
Meng Zi pinched open the other party's mouth, and black-tainted blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. "There was poison in his mouth. He committed suicide by biting the poison pill."
"Oh, he bit a poison pill and committed suicide."
Meng Zi's expression was a little ominous. Usually, people like this dead guy were trained death warriors. The other party actually sent men who were willing to sacrifice their lives to secretly follow them. The person behind them must have an influential background. "Check every carriage carefully to see if there are still people hiding."
"Alright."
Qiao Yang looked at the dead man and couldn't help but be curious. "How did you discover he was hiding under the carriage, Uncle Meng?"
