Another man entered the room when the residual anesthetic smoke had completely disappeared and Jinshui still struggled to maintain his consciousness. He was a middle-aged man, very tall, and wore a dark red shirt. The man was also wearing a protective armor. The man's face was wide, his expression cold and stiff, and his eyes were vicious. Jinshui had never seen the man before, but he could faintly guess.
"Yumen Mowang is a government fugitive, a dangerous criminal who has killed and harmed many people," said the man's deep voice. "Lin-mo is a palace guard, catching criminals like you is my job. Hua Jinshui, the journey to the capital is still far, I hope you don't die just yet. Your head is more valuable if it is still attached to your body."