Either way, they had to treat this with caution.
"Wang Qi."
The black-faced man suddenly spoke.
The lanky man started, then looked over.
"You're somewhat familiar with Brother Li. Why don't you go sound him out?"
He urged Wang Qi on.
"Done."
Wang Qi didn't refuse. He nodded, stood up, and strode quickly toward the Post House gate.
The others remained under the locust tree, their gazes flickering as they stared at the distant vermilion courtyard gate.
Before long, Wang Qi reached the gate of the Post House.
Outside the guardhouse by the gate, the Black Armored Soldier who had led Qin Fang in—the one everyone called "Chief Li"—was leaning against the doorframe talking to another Soldier. He held a coarse ceramic bowl that was steaming.
Wang Qi plastered a smile on his face, hurried forward, and clasped his hands in a salute. "Chief Li, busy, I see?"
Chief Li glanced up and recognized him as Wang Qi, one of the regulars from D Building...
