Chapter 1365 A Red Mole

"Don't scream, or I will insert you ten thousand more." Fu Zheng said when he took out the cloth ball from his mouth.

As expected, the leader of the White Tiger gang gritted his teeth, not daring to cry out in pain.

The pain of the broken arm was so painful that he really wanted to just die.

But he couldn't die, the more painful it was, the more sober he became.

"Speak!" Fu Zheng said coldly.

The White Tiger gang leader nodded quickly: "I said, I said, I said everything!"

"Three days ago, a young man and an old man came here to find me. He said that he wanted to buy a person's life and offered three thousand taels of gold. Three thousand taels of gold is the income of our White Tiger Gang for two years. The ghost was fascinated, so I agreed."

"Who is the last name? What does he look like? Where is he from?" Fu Zheng asked directly.

The leader of the White Tiger Clan shook his head again and again: "I really don't know what his name is. I just heard that the old man called him Young Master. He looks very handsome, but when he walks, his feet look abnormal, and he seems to be a little lame."

Chu Yan's brows gradually gathered, and his face suddenly sank, "Is there a red mole at the end of the left eyebrow?"

Chu Yan had been sitting in the chair without speaking or making any sound. The sudden sound made the White Tiger gang leader startled, and he was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Fu Zheng kicked him again: "What about you, does that person have a red mole on the left eyebrow?"

The leader of the White Tiger gang nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, there is a red mole on the left eyebrow, which is very eye-catching."

Chu Yan didn't speak anymore, and Fu Zheng threw the dagger in his hand in front of him, "You can kill yourself."

The leader of the White Tiger Gang had long expected such an ending. Even if he died, he would be a crippled person with a broken arm. How could he return to the White Tiger Gang as the leader? Those enemies wanted him to die every day, so naturally they wouldn't give him a chance to live. It would be better if he died now, and he would suffer less.

With shaking hands, he picked up the dagger on the ground and held it in his hand, facing his heart, but he couldn't let it go.

Fu Zheng didn't want to waste time, he simply kicked it, and happened to sink the dagger into his heart, and he died in a while.

Long Wei in the dark came out, cleaned up the room and backed away.

"Do you light the lights?" Fu Zheng asked.

Chu Yan shook his head: "No."

Fu Zheng walked back to him and asked in a deep voice, "Do you believe what this person said?"

Chu Yan nodded: "I believe, why not? Some things can be made up, and some things he can't make up."

Very few people know about that person's crippling feet. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, how could they have made it up?

"But he's already—"

Before Fu Zheng finished speaking, he stopped, yes, what if he was banned? Rules are dead, people are alive.

If he wants to come out, he will always be able to come out with some methods and means.

In addition, the empress dowager is not dead yet, and she is still alive in the palace.

The Empress Dowager's mother family, the Su family, although it has gradually declined over the years, was once extremely brilliant, and it was also a very ambitious family.

As the saying goes, there are still 3,000 nails in the broken ship, not to mention the Su clan who has had two queens.

As soon as the first emperor died, it seemed that they were going to make a fuss again.

"Your Majesty, we haven't received a letter from Kyoto for three days. Could something happen?"

This is exactly what Chu Yan is worried about. He sends people to send letters back to the capital every day to let the master know his whereabouts. First, he is relieved, and secondly, it can be regarded as an explanation.