"What, what are you going to do?" The porter looked at Zhang Xiaobei with fear in his eyes, his face tense with anxiety.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, of course, provided that you tell me the answers I want to know."
Seeing that the young man in front of him had no intention of hurting him, the porter let out a slight sigh of relief.
"Brother, just ask me anything you want to know, and I'll tell you everything as long as I know it. Please don't hurt me, I'm just a runner, I haven't done anything bad, I was tricked into coming here..." the porter pleaded with a desperate expression on his face.
"How many more people are there like you here?" Zhang Xiaobei asked softly as he slowly withdrew the dagger from the porter's neck.
