172, Official Mortgage

Jin Zhu once said that when he left Wunian Mountain, he never looked back, and from then on, he no longer trusted anyone. This vast Ritual Supervision was like a breeding ground for poisonous insects, and what it raised was bound to be the deadliest of vermin.

Chen Ji never expected that Jin Zhu, a man of such astuteness, could be so careless just once and be pushed by colleagues into an abyss from which there was no return.

At this moment, the Tiger Armor Iron Cavalry had chained Jin Zhu by the ankles and were dragging him unconscious behind a horse.

Chen Ji's expression was hidden behind his mask. "Mr. Feng, there are more than ten miles from here to the Liu Mansion. If we drag him alive to his death like this, I fear it might cause a delay in tomorrow's drumming and flag ceremony."