Two days ago.
Ma Zi Gang, at the entrance of Steel Seven Hall.
Yun Tiger, appearing as Chen Yi, got back to the courtyard crying bitterly, with one shoulder hanging.
"Hall leader! Hall leader! I apologize to you, Oh, hall leader!"
"What happened? Speak!" Ma Qigang sat imposingly on the dais, his muscles terrifying, his gaze brutal.
Yun Tiger described with fake tears and faked horror the attack, the death of his two followers, and how he managed to escape with minor injuries.
In addition, he blamed the gold shop: "Could it be that the thief colluded with the gold shop to set a trap?"
"Hmph, impossible!" Ma Qigang squinted and pondered then roughly checked Yun Tiger's wounds and started guessing.
"You can rest now."
When Yun Tiger left, Ma Qigang's expression turned chilly:
"Xiaojiu, these few days you are responsible for delivering meals to Chen Qi, and keep an eye on him. I suspect something is off with him."
