All the incidents came together at once. Although there were still some details that had not been straightened out, Zhao Rang knew that these must be led by a group of forces represented by Shen Liushu.

But who actually has the ability to replace all the shadow guards in a place, and also deceive Yuan Mingkong, the deputy commander of the shadow guards?

"Brother, Xifeng Lie may not be as simple as we think..."

Yuan Mingkong finished his third bottle of wine and said in a gloomy voice.

"After I lay in the coffin, I carefully looked through the account books under my body. Over the years, although the branch offices of Tongbao Bank here have been very profitable, Shen Liushu has only handed over to the main account only twenty-three out of ten at most.

Most of the rest of the bills have a line of small regular script at the bottom, guess what it says?"

Zhao Rang blurted out without even thinking:

"The long summer nights are long, and the west wind is cool every night?"

After saying that, he picked up the account book with the blood-stained cover and looked through it.

By coincidence, I saw the following words on the left and right pages:

"The king of the West has exhausted his eighty thousand warriors, but in order to retaliate, he throws a pot and has no arrows."

"Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates will be burned, half a million strings will be turned over outside the fortress, and the troops will be dispatched on the battlefield in autumn."
Chapter completed!