142, Flaw

Two heads dropped to the ground.

Chen Ji saw from a distance that the tavern had turned blood-soaked, and the once noisy street suddenly became eerily silent.

Mr. Feng, dressed in a green robe, sat calmly on his horse, with no splatter of blood on him, yet reeking of blood. Indeed, the greatest lovers of killing were never martial artists, but the literati.

The lights from inside the tavern shone on the portraits, and Chen Ji was shocked to find that every drawing was of him. With just a few simple strokes, the artist had captured him exquisitely and unmistakably.

It turned out that the Liu Family had intended to kill him from the start.

Why?

It must have been because the things he did for the Spy Department had been leaked, and the Liu Family wanted to make an example out of him.

Chen Ji turned and retreated toward the distance, planning to escape with the Princely Heir and Bai Li, but his steps gradually slowed.