Where is Asutai?
Liu Hong wanted to know, too.
All this time, he had not only been pressuring the Prefectural Magistrate's Office and the City Guard Army to scour the city, but had also ordered his personal Death Warriors to investigate in secret.
And the result?
There was no trace of him, dead or alive.
It was as if Asutai had vanished into thin air.
Even the Guard Commander he had sent, Zeng Zhifeng, had also disappeared.
This made him increasingly suspect that Zeng Zhifeng had pulled an inside job—hiding Asutai away or selling him for his own benefit.
But Liu Hong obviously couldn't say any of this out loud.
He looked at the small, thin old man before him and said in a low voice, "Has the other side put pressure on your king?"
The small, thin old man snorted. "What do you think?"
"This whole thing was an accident. Who would have thought a routine shakedown would end up netting the prince of the Black Bear Tribe?"
"But it's already happened."
