Zhao Douan!
At the Hele Building, next to the wine table, Zhou Cheng and Wang Shan saw him, their faces visibly changed.
Why had he appeared here?
Especially Wang Shan, who was fat with no beard and reddish eyes, his hand shook and the teacup he held tumbled, spilling the wine.
He guiltily avoided Zhao Douan's beaming gaze.
What was it like when the subject of their quiet conspiracy suddenly showed up at the door?
"Sir..." At this point, at the staircase, a group of government officers from the Ministry of Justice staggered and rushed up.
Leading them, wearing a blue official robe, Master Hee wore a face marked with bruises:
"He brought people over to go upstairs. I refused them, and they used force to storm up."
Three times!
In this short period of time, Hee Zheng had been beaten three times; even a clay figure would grow angry after so much abuse.
But without waiting for Zhao Douan to speak, Hou Renmeng behind him sneered and raised a scabbard as if to strike: