Looking at the beaten and bruised Yu Shikui, Wang Bolao still felt somewhat jittery.
At that time, he was also one of those driven to the quarantine area. Although he was the mayor of this town, he didn't even have the authority to speak, much like Shang Jingwang, and was scared out of his wits.
Yu Shikui, with a somber face, said to Wang Bolao, who came to greet him, "Announce that this Prefectural Governor wishes to meet with the Lord Imperial Envoy!"
Wang Bolao stammered, "My Lord... the Lord Imperial Envoy has gone to the inn!"
"Gone to the inn? For what?"
"For an inspection, perhaps!"
Yu Shikui looked at him, seeing sweat rolling down his forehead, and blandly said, "Lead the way!"
Wang Bolao dared not refuse and had to jog ahead to lead the way.
Yu Shikui had suffered a silent loss last night and was filled with anger. He wrote a letter in the morning to be sent to the capital city. Bai Yi might have died, but his unrest would leave him no choice but to act ruthlessly.
