Back at the hotel, everything was as usual.
No one noticed the fight at the back door.
Everyone here is a martial artist, but the experiences of martial artists are all on Trent Marsh.
They wouldn't pay attention to internal conflicts.
Moreover, in the world of martial artists, fights are common occurrences.
Nothing to make a fuss about.
"Why?"
The Nine Provinces True Monarch returned to the room, crossed his legs on the sofa, holding a wine glass, leisurely asking, "Why not extract the answer and kill directly?"
He was surprised, the other party was already willing to answer questions.
Yet, the blind swordsman in front of him killed with a single stroke.
Did he already know the answer beforehand, or did he not need to know the answer?
What was the point of the previous questioning?
