"Yes."
"Who were those assassins?"
"I don't know."
"Then why were you with them?"
"I needed them to show me the way."
"Then why didn't you help her earlier?"
Before "Fierce Horse" died, she had called out to Mr. Chen three times for help, but Mr. Chen did not lift a finger to save her and watched her get killed.
"She deserved to die."
"Why did she deserve to die?"
Mr. Chen pointed to the twenty-odd bodies from the posthouse lying on the ground.
"She killed these innocent people."
A kernel of hope suddenly welled up within Zheng Fan. People always preferred to be friends with honest and kind people because such friends were easier to deceive.
"Don't you know why they wanted to kill me?"
"I don't know."
"What about you? What are you doing here?"
Mr. Chen looked at Zheng Fan and said, "To kill you."
"Do you know who I am?" Zheng Fan pointed at his own face.
"Zheng Fan."
