"Old Hu, carry him up. Let's find a safe place to properly interrogate him," Ziang told Hu Daoke.
"No, he seems like he's about to die," Hu Daoke poked the soft body of the man, speaking with some concern.
"Uh, well then, Xiao Fula, quickly treat him. Keep him alive. We finally caught a 'tongue'; we can't waste it," Ziang urgently ordered.
After a tense struggle, the group, along with their captive, left the city outskirts and headed for the predetermined rendezvous point. By dawn, they had finally reached the meeting spot.
Only then did they have the chance to get a good look at the captive they had seized—a young man in his twenties, displaying typical Kyushu features. He wore a suit of lightweight leather armor, likely just casual wear.
Looking at the dying man, the group exchanged glances, realizing an important problem; they did not speak Kyushu, and presumably, the guy couldn't understand the Demon Clan's language.
