Wu looked at Yin Dang’s harmless-looking face, and a bead of cold sweat involuntarily rolled down his temple. For a moment, he forgot to answer him.
“Huh? I’ll ask again—who sent you here?” Yin Dang frowned when Wu stayed silent.
“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you—it was Brother Hu!” Wu blurted out instantly, with not a shred of backbone left.
“Brother Hu? Who’s that? Do I know him?” Yin Dang searched through his memory. He’d only been in the imperial capital a few days—he didn’t recall anyone called Brother Hu.
“He’s the owner of the Xinglong Grand Restaurant across the street. He paid us to wreck the Ma Family Restaurant—and deal with you. As for the reason, I really didn’t know,” Wu stammered, spilling everything in one go.
“But I don’t even know the guy,” Yin Dang said, puzzled.
“Heh…
