[Jianghu Revenge + Down-and-Out Master + Protecting a Child + Mystery]
His sworn enemy died and sent his eight-year-old son to Pei Zhao's shaobing stall.
The child was clutching an arm that had been severed twenty years ago.
Pei Zhao's own arm.
"Didn't your father tell you I wanted to kill him too?"
"He did."
The letter Qin Lie left behind was short:
I didn't dare entrust him to my friends. They all have children of their own, and I was afraid they'd trade mine for theirs.
You don't have that problem.
After reading the letter, Pei Zhao's first question was:
"He asked someone to raise his kid and didn't even pay them?"
Before the silver could be counted, the pursuers had already arrived.
Ten taels of silver to buy the child, and the things he had brought with him.
Pei Zhao took the silver and blocked the back door.
The moment the visitor's sword came half an inch out of its sheath, a pair of fire tongs clamped onto it and sent it straight into the furnace.
"The door to Qin Lie's home," he asked quietly, pinning the man against the furnace mouth, "which foot did you use to kick it in?"
