After counting to thirty, Fan Xian parted the curtain and walked out. He watched that black carriage with a cold gaze. There was nothing unusual about the carriage; even the trap Wang Qinian had set in front of the carriage door remained untouched. Fan Xian was dealing with a veteran here.
At that moment, a trembling noise sounded throughout the camp. Except for the envoy members who had been drugged into an unconscious stupor, Wang Qinian’s group, which Fan Xian had notified, was now standing behind him. Also behind him came heavy breathing and the sound of something scratching the dirt—that came from three black dogs. They all had muzzles on and couldn’t make any noise.
Fan Xian scratched his head. With a wave of his hand, he ordered, "Open the door and release the dogs."
