"What are you trying to do?" The man on the bed finally panicked. He crawled up and looked alertly at the man wearing the veiled hat.
Baili Jiang sneered, "You're asking what I'm doing? Wasn't it you who invited me here?"
"How dare you! I am the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue!" Zhan Xincheng endured the pain radiating from his battered back and stood up straight, using his rank to press the other man.
Baili Jiang suddenly sensed that something was amiss. This person had invited him over clearly for some financial dealings; there was no need to act so foolishly.
He thought to himself: This is bad! I've been tricked!
Just as he considered escaping through the window, eight Iron Armor Guards appeared in Zhan Xincheng's courtyard, surrounding his room.
Soon after, more than twenty Imperial Army soldiers surged into Zhan Xincheng's residence from all sides.
Baili Jiang fled through the window, and his subordinates escorted him out of Zhan Xincheng's residence.