Mu'er was the picture of seriousness and precision, his mature masculine presence emanating around him. A far cry from his usual elegance, his hands ceaselessly sketched across the paper, now smudging, now crumpling and tossing the paper away in frustration, and now drawing with excited fluidity. In his work, Mu'er was indeed as Zhao Wen had described—a madman.
Zhao Wu was contacting those trusted mercenaries he had worked with before, using their own channels to dig up dirt on the big bosses competing for that piece of land, as well as on some high officials involved in this incident. They left no stone unturned, searching for a breakthrough on them, to see if there was anything of help.
Watching this scene unfold, Qinghe nodded and smiled. She had only hinted at a general direction, and they had immediately known what to do, busily and methodically going about their tasks.
And the problem that had once troubled them was no longer an issue.
