Amidst the hurrying figures, Vice General Qiu's sharp eyes spotted Deputy General Dou.
Deputy General Dou kept his head down as if hiding from something, not daring to look at anyone the entire time.
He cautiously made his way back to his tent.
There was no one else inside, so he finally dared to relax. He raised his hands; his fingers were covered in blood.
Thankfully, the night was dark, and no one had noticed anything unusual about him. Otherwise, he would have been exposed.
Just then, Vice General Qiu suddenly lifted the tent flap and walked in.
He immediately saw the bloodstains on Deputy General Dou's hands.
Deputy General Dou jumped in fright and hurriedly hid his hands behind his back, blustering.
"Why didn't you announce yourself before coming in? Don't you know how rude that is?!"
But Vice General Qiu just smiled. "I saw."
Deputy General Dou froze. "Saw what?"
Vice General Qiu pointed at the hands hidden behind his back.
"Your hands are covered in blood."
