Only.
In the shadows.
Like a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
In places unknown to them, there are also some people monitoring them.
"Track where these people are heading, who they are conversing with, and record everything."
"When the Lord returns, he will settle accounts with them." Ying Bu slowly spoke.
"Understood."
The Yan Court Secret Agents immediately withdrew.
Obviously.
The people of Xianyang are all sly old foxes; even if they send assassins, they will certainly use dead soldiers, leaving no loose ends.
Zhao Feng has long foreseen this, and when he decided to use himself as bait, he already commanded the Yan Court Secret Agents to monitor the ministers of Xianyang City closely. As long as they have close interactions or anyone enters or exits their residences, record everything and settle accounts later.
One could say.
As long as they make a move, they have already fallen into Yan Court's grasp.
Time flies!
In the blink of an eye.
