Chapter Twenty-Three: Trampled Upon

Di Ying wished he could slaughter them all, but his status and strength were pitifully low. Moreover, he remembered the painting of “Golden Osmanthus,” and knew he couldn’t act rashly.

He lowered his head, staring at the tips of his cloth shoes, his mind racing.

Moments later, Di Ying grabbed Peng Liang and ducked into a narrow alley.

He spoke in a low voice, words tumbling out quickly: “Do you know any personal secrets about Zhang Jiafu?”

Peng Liang looked bewildered, his handsome face blank.

“Oh, come on, I mean, do you know any little secrets about him, maybe something odd in his habits, or anything unusual about his body?” Di Ying pressed anxiously.

But Peng Liang only grew more confused—uncertain why his superior would ask such a thing, though he could answer the question itself.

“Yes, I do. Zhang Jiafu always has someone by his side, every hour of the day. I was one of his personal guards, so I know a thing or two. Sir, why are you asking?”

Di Ying’s gaze flickered upon hearing this. He raised his hand and pressed Peng Liang’s head down.

Peng Liang stood a towering one hundred eighty-five centimeters, while Di Ying was only one seventy-five; the other was too tall, so Di Ying had to push his head lower and then whispered secrets in his ear.

Peng Liang’s eyes nearly spun into dizzy spirals as he listened, but it didn’t stop him from carrying out the instructions.

Once Di Ying finished, the trust built along their journey spurred Peng Liang to dash out without