Predictable

"What the hell do you want?" Zheng Guo said again as he looked at the youth. Though he knew he was being placed in a difficult position, he knew he didn't have a choice but to bring this child to his side. He looked over at his warrior ranked guard for any support. The man nodded back to him, apparently ready in case anything went awry. For a disciple ranked cultivator to go up against a warrior rank cultivator, it was like swatting a fly. It was significantly easier when going up against a student ranked cultivator.

Hong Zhao chuckled lightly as he got to his feet and walked to the door of his cell. "For starters, I'll take any information you gathered about last night." He said this with a light smile on his face, yet Zheng Guo's face paled slightly.

"You knew that I would gather information the moment I found out about the bodies." He clenched a fist as he stared at the child. Could this boy anticipate his reaction so easily?"