"Forget it." The gray-haired man seemed very amiable as he countered, "Even though my men didn't see you kill those six bandits, just based on their throat wounds, I can easily tell that they were killed by the little sword in your arms."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua instinctively touched his chest. Fortunately, both the little sword and the money pouch were still there, and so were the four small Yuan Stones.
With a face revealing his shame of being exposed, Zhang Xiaohua said, "So you guys knew all along, eh? Hehe."
"Out with it. Why did you do it? These are seven lives, you know. You are just a young lad and yet you're so ruthless. Do they owe you an enmity of a father's murder?"
"A grudge over a father's murder?" Zhang Xiaohua's eyes rolled around on hearing this, and he said sorrowfully, "Sir, you are absolutely right. I do hold a grudge against those bandits for killing my father. Today, I came for revenge."
