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This Niu Hu had also been part of a gang, with more than one life on his hands. His luck was just better, having escaped from the dungeon, whereas his dozen or so accomplices weren't so fortunate. On the day they created chaos in their attempt to escape, they were all shot to death with arrows in the cell.
After listening, Yang Bao stroked his beard and exclaimed, "One really must lie in the bed one makes. If he had repented and lived a good life after escaping, he could've lived peacefully like an ordinary person for the rest of his life. And yet, he foolishly squandered his chance by causing trouble in Jing City. If that's not courting death, I don't know what is."
Mo Yan nodded in agreement. Niu Hu was a man whose death was not worthy of sympathy. Knowing what he had done, she decided to turn him over to the officials directly, never considering that he might repent.
