"Your grandfather's subordinate?"
Hearing Qiu Ruoxue's words, Zhu Fei's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He felt that the woman before him, Qiu Ruoxue, must have an extraordinary origin.
Martial Artists, something ordinary people could hardly ever come into contact with, seemed so natural and casual when she spoke of them.
"Indeed, it's just unfortunate that he is now gravely ill and unconscious, and as a result, the great power in the family has slipped away. Those subordinates who were once loyal to Grandfather have also been—by my second uncle and third uncle…"
As she spoke up to this point, Qiu Ruoxue didn't continue, but instead, a trace of indelible sadness appeared on her face.
Zhu Fei took a deep breath and, finally unable to hide the curiosity in his heart, couldn't help but ask again, "Officer Qiu, since you are so knowledgeable about Martial Artists, could you tell me more specifically about the Martial Artists?"
