Yang Zheng continued to interrogate, but the guard didn't know much. He didn't even know where the shopkeeper was from.

He only said that Yang Zheng and his group were suspicious, and the shopkeeper asked him to follow him to find out the details.

"Take him back and imprison him, and seal the whole city. He is only allowed in but not allowed out."

"No." The hunchbacked old soldier responded with enthusiasm.

"What's your name?" This old soldier was so ordinary. Apart from being slightly hunched over, he usually didn't show much publicity. Yang Zheng didn't think of it for a moment.

"My subordinate, Zhao Aqi, is from Heyin. When he broke out of Luogu last time, he was hit by an arrow in his back. When he returned to martial arts, he was short of food and clothing. He thought he would definitely die. Fortunately, he was rescued by the general. He left this residual life as a general.

Effectiveness." The old soldier said calmly.

The calmer he is, the more determined he is.

People who swear in front of others every day are generally unreliable.

Yang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "After an hour, I didn't reply, so you brought people to raid the Feng family guest house. Did you take note of everything?"

Zhao Aqi asked worriedly: "General, do you want to go alone?"

"How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den? There is Yuan Xiao over there, so he won't be in the way." Yang Zheng had a vague feeling that there was no hostility in Feng's guest house. Otherwise, he would kill someone and silence him if he knew that the old man was not good last night.

Since there is no hostility, it means we can talk.

The two parted, and Yang Zheng returned to the guest house.

I glanced around and saw no one special except for a few foreigners and a few merchants in the hall.

Yang Zheng is very busy, so he doesn't want to waste time.

"Call your shopkeeper to come out." Although he was wearing servant clothes, the murderous aura in Yang Zheng could not be concealed.

When the servant saw Yang Zheng's momentum, he didn't waste any time and hurried into the back hall.

Not long after, a horse-faced man in his mid-teens or thirty came out, glanced at Yang Zheng up and down, raised his hands and said, "What's the matter with you, sir?"

Yang Zheng was also sizing him up. He was tall and strong, with knotted arms and calluses on his finger joints. Although his expression was courteous, his left foot was slightly forward and his right foot was further back, clearly showing a defensive posture.

"Asking even though you know it."

The horse-faced man's eyes flickered several times, sometimes fiercely, sometimes doubtfully, sometimes hesitantly.

Yang Zheng remained expressionless, secretly guarding against the other party jumping over the wall.

The eyes of other people in the hall were also attracted.

Yuan Xiao and the old soldier on the second floor heard the commotion and saw Yang Zheng returning. They were startled, walked downstairs quickly, and stood behind them obediently.

"I don't recognize heroes, I forgive you, please forgive me, please tell me in the inner hall." The expression of the horse-faced man finally softened, and he held his hands and apologized.

"Lead the way!" You've come here, and you're not afraid of this last resort. If the other party wants to take action, they did it last night, so there's no need to do it now.

Moreover, since he returned suddenly, they probably wouldn't have time to set up an ambush.

The horse-faced man led the way, followed by Yang Zheng and three others.

The inner hall only has one bedroom, a few tables on one side, and a few soft mats. It can be seen that the shopkeeper lives a simple life, with no luxury items, and it is impossible to hide an ambush.

"Don't waste time, ask your master to talk." Yang Zheng got straight to the point.

At first glance, this person was a member of the thug bodyguard group. Although he pretended to be friendly, he still had a faint military air about him.

It is generally impossible to hide things from peers.

The horse-faced man was stunned and hesitated again. Yang Zheng sat cross-legged on the mat and stared at him with a sneer.

Yuan Xiao and the old soldier stood on both sides, one on the left and one on the right.

"Captain Yang is such a hero, why bother embarrassing a servant?" Someone suddenly heard a voice in the room, which startled Yang Zheng.

If you listen carefully, you can see that the sound came from the collapse of the opposite seat.

The horse-faced man hurried over and opened the straw mat. It turned out that there was a secret door underneath. When he opened the door, a fat man with a round face walked out. He was in his forties, dressed in brocade and wearing a small crown. He squinted his eyes and smiled like Maitreya.

Buddha.

"Oh? Do you know who I am?"

"I just learned." With the help of the horse-faced man, the fat man climbed out of the secret door with some difficulty.

"Now that you know who I am, don't tell others secretly."

"Of course, of course." The fat man knelt down and said, "Can we talk alone?"

When Yang Zheng looked at him, he didn't look like a warrior and didn't pose much of a threat, so he nodded in agreement.

Yuan Xiao and the old soldiers exited, and the horse-faced man also walked out.

There were only two people left in the room.

The fat man rummaged around and brought out a box the size of a human head. He opened it and saw that it was filled with gold.

Youdao is that wealth attracts people's attention. In any era, the attraction of gold is huge.

I can't help but feel possessive in my heart.

But if nothing happens, someone else will give you so much gold?

Yang Zheng is not a fool.

This fat man spends so generously, and there is quite a lot of intrigue behind this.

Maybe it's just a matter of losing your head.

"Your Excellency seems to understand what I said. If there is no sincerity, there is no need to talk." It was only a small box of gold, but Yang Zheng could still restrain himself.

What's more, in this era, what's the use of gold? Knives are the right thing.

You can't keep gold without a knife.

Yang Zheng can still understand the reasoning behind this.

The fat man wiped the sweat from his face and said, "We are new here and did not take care of Captain Yang in time. It was our negligence. This is our apology to eliminate the misunderstanding. Captain, don't blame me. I will bother you more in the future."

It's a bit too polite to be polite.

On the contrary, Yang Zheng couldn't stand up anymore, but he thought highly of this person in his heart. He was willing to give up, and only by giving up would he gain something.

And there seemed to be something more in his words.

Yang Zheng really couldn't remember what he had that was worthy of being bribed by others.

The city of Wuhan is poor and empty.

The more he couldn't see through and figure it out, the more Yang Zheng didn't dare to wade into this muddy water.

"There's still half an hour left. If you don't say something that I can understand, this place will be raided." Yang Zheng had the home field advantage and naturally had no interest in playing charades with him.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, with a dim light shining in his half-lidded eyelids.

Yang Zheng tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden table, reminding him that time was passing by.

After being silent for half a stick, the fat man laughed and said, "Captain Yang is really good, but there are some things that you should be more confused about."

"Are you threatening someone?" Yang Zheng refused to be outdone.

"I don't dare, but I am thinking about you. This box of gold is just a deposit. From now on, I will receive so much gold every six months."

A box of gold every six months seems good, but how many years can Yang Zheng stay here?

The dramatic changes in the Gaoping Mausoleum of Wei State are just around the corner. If the historical process remains unchanged, Xiahou Ba runs away, Xiahou Xuan enters the capital, and Guo Huai is promoted to the governor of Yongliang, can he still be so comfortable?

If your life is gone, what's the use of asking for money?

Moreover, this is not the metropolis of Chang'an, Luoyang, or Yecheng. There are many things that even money cannot buy.

"You still have a stick of incense." Yang Zheng was very busy.

"Your Excellency, you really want to know?" The fat man became more aggressive, and he seemed to be turning his back on guests.

Yang Zheng gradually lost his patience. This person was going around and around. Didn't he know that his willingness to talk was the greatest sincerity?

Boom, boom, boom...

His fingers tapped on the wooden table.

Yang Zheng's face became colder and colder.
Chapter completed!