"Just three people, a master and two servants. The one in charge is twenty-four or twenty-five years old, about seven feet tall, with a long face, thick eyebrows, and phoenix eyes. I didn't hear how he's addressed, the two servants living with him just call him Master."
"It's really him!" Fu Zhen straightened up. "It seems the few people we encountered at the bun shop this morning are indeed staying here."
The man's description of his appearance was exactly the same as the person Fu Zhen saw in the morning.
Cheng Chili also came to a conclusion in his heart and immediately glared at the man: "Why didn't you tell the truth when we searched last night? Are you in league with them?!"
"Spare me, General! I'm really not! I wouldn't dare!"
The man collapsed on the ground.
Fu Zhen asked, "You do business in this town and have seen people from all over. Where did he say these few people are from, based on their accent?"
