I would rather have my wrists cut off by Zhao Rang's blade than let go.

Fortunately, Zhao Rang had no murderous intention towards him. At the last moment, he raised the tip of the knife and lightly scratched the inside of his wrists.

The force should be controlled to the extent that it only hurts the skin and flesh, and does not damage the muscles and bones.

The cold touch made the old scholar lose most of his strength in an instant...

The iron rod fell to the ground with a bang, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.

Zhao Rang raised his arm and put the blade on his neck.

The old scholar gritted his teeth and said:

"My skills are inferior to others, please kill me!"

Zhao Rang sighed, tightened the knife in his blouse again, and said:

"Old sir, it was you who wanted to kill me! I was just protecting myself!"

It was obviously the opponent who made the first move, but in the end he acted like a hero and would rather die than surrender!

Zhao Rang felt that this old scholar was either old and confused, or his brain had been damaged by practicing his strength!

"I can't stop you from doing harm to the great master, so the only way to repay it is to die!"

When Zhao Rang heard this, he quickly asked:

"Master? Master Wang San?!"

The old scholar said coldly:

"Besides him, is there a second master in the royal city?"

Zhao Rang said playfully:

"So you attacked me because you thought I was going to be detrimental to Mr. Wang San?"

The old scholar said with a nose in his face:

"You first sneaked into the alley where the Liba people gathered, and then you paid so much attention to Xiangtengju's notice. Isn't this just to sneak in and work, and then be detrimental to the master?"

Zhao Rang sighed, it turned out that this was the source of the misunderstanding.

"Who are you, Grandpa?"

The old scholar straightened his neck and replied:

"I am old and I can only embarrass you!"

When Zhao Rang saw that the old scholar had no fear on his face and even felt deeply guilty when he said these words, he knew that he should be a dead soldier of Mr. Wang San, who was hiding at the lowest level in the city and acting as a secret agent.

The so-called dark man is a person hiding in the dark.

He is usually inconspicuous, but at critical moments he is able to risk his own life for the sake of his family.

There was also such a person in the Zhao family, so Zhao Rang easily guessed the identity of the old scholar.

After all, Mr. Wang San's three names are too famous.

The more people know, the more prepared they will be.

And such a secret, unnoticed by the gods and ghosts, is the most powerful trump card.
Chapter completed!