"Who is there?"
"Brother!"
The voices of Zheng Daizhun and Zheng Xiujing rang out almost at the same moment, one filled with anger and shock, the other with pure joy.
"Mr. Zheng Daizhun, nice to meet you for the first time." A flat voice rang out: "I just found out your location from one of your men. I'm sorry, but the dead are not me, but your men. Someone has offered a price I can't refuse. Today, you must die here. And everyone else here, they will be buried with you."
"Die here?"
Zheng Daizhun was completely dumbfounded. He had assumed that this guy had come to rescue his two nieces, but the situation clearly showed that this person was here to kill him.
"You, you didn't come to rescue someone?" Zheng Daizhun hesitated, addressing the figure shrouded in a black cloak.
The figure seemed confused: "Rescue someone?"
