"Yun No. 20, should we question these two first?" Wuqing asked, holding a captive.
"You can do it first," Yun No. 20 said, nodding as he tossed away the unknown piece of dried grass he had been chewing.
"You do it," Wuqing retorted. Interrogation was an arduous task. Given her explosive temper, if she didn't get anything out of them in two or three sentences, she'd undoubtedly cut them down.
Yun No. 20 pondered for a moment. He wasn't an expert at this either. He glanced at Wuyou. It would be best to leave it to her; a dose of poison would surely make them spill everything faster than pouring beans.
So he said, "Then let's entrust this difficult task to Wuyou."
Wuyou was leaning against a stone wall, resting. She had no desire to undertake such a wearisome task. However, realizing it wasn't wise to keep the two captives with them indefinitely, she rose, took one of them, and headed toward a secluded spot.
