Chen Tianyi clenched his teeth over the final piece of intelligence, like a tough piece of meat, and shouted: "I have been forced to say so much already, but I cannot reveal the final line. Kill me!"
"Prince Qin, if you are a hero, give me a swift death!"
"Kill me, just kill me!"
Yan Daiqing's temple veins bulged; he reached for his waist and, with a clang, drew a long sword, ready to swing down. Wen He and Xiao Zhi blocked his arms from the left and right, stopping Yan Daiqing at the waist.
Wen Qingyu said: "Can't do this, can't do this."
"Use Powder for Anesthesia, aphrodisiacs, strong croton will do."
"No need to kill him."
Xiao Zhi said: "Calm down, calm down, or maybe you should hit Wen He."
"Huh?"
Yan Daiqing, the Prefecture Chief of Heavenly Strategy Mansion, a gentle and agreeable gentleman.
Of an upright nature, recently quite irritable due to logistical reasons.
Stick Monk Thirteen gently said: "Gentlemen, please step back, leave it to this poor monk."
