"Now that everything is ready, only Prefect Pei remains the biggest stumbling block. He must not be spared.
Who knows how Mr. Changxing plans to deal with it? Is he confident?"
"This matter is easy, by the latest tomorrow before the hour of 亥, there will definitely be news."
An official sitting at the end of the main seat responded with a smile.
This person was the owner of the residence, Deputy Magistrate of Xingqing Prefecture, Wu Song, also known as Wu Changxing.
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"Back home."
Before Chen Ping even entered the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, a few people came to greet him.
"I let that old rat escape, but it wasn't unfruitful. We managed to uncover the opponent's strength."
In his past life, Chen Ping wandered around, singing, writing, fighting in underground... boxing, serving as a mercen... ary.
At this moment, he didn't say much. He went to the study, took out a piece of paper, and with a few dozen strokes, vivid portraits of people appeared on the paper.
