The cold boat has always been regarded as a treasure.

A gentle and harmless smile graced his handsome, devilish face.

Han Zhou glanced at the trembling servant kneeling on the ground and said in a low voice, "You mean, my brother took the person back again?"

The servant stammered, "Reporting to the Deputy Supervisor, that is indeed the case..."

"You mean... I released Su Lang, and he immediately took that woman back... and back to Yelan Pavilion?"

Han Zhou's voice was deep and alluring, slightly softer than the rough voice of an ordinary man.

His words were sinister, always sending chills down your spine.

The servant replied, "Yes, Deputy Chief Supervisor. It seems we've all been deceived by you... Now that Su Lang has returned to his residence, even if the Eastern Depot wanted to arrest him, they wouldn't dare to force their way into the Minister's residence."

"Hmm...that makes sense." Han Zhou's smile didn't disappear. He stared at the servant for a long time before slowly saying:

"Go down, this is none of your business."

I thought I had messed things up and the deputy governor would blame me.

Who knew Han Zhou would be so agreeable tonight? The servant quickly kowtowed deeply, his heart pounding, and said cautiously:

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Vice Governor. Please forgive my mistake. I will remember this and never repeat it."

Han Zhou smiled and waved to him, signaling him to leave.

But to everyone's surprise, the servant stood up, turned around, and took two steps...

A chill flashed in Han Zhou's eyes.

Suddenly, Han Zhou appeared behind the servant in an instant.

The short sword was drawn... then sheathed again, and in the blink of an eye, the servant fell straight down.

Han Zhou stepped back two paces, afraid that the man would soil his clothes.

A beautiful smile curved his lips, and his deep eyes gleamed with ecstatic joy…

Blood gushed continuously from his neck. The servant stared wide-eyed, not even having time to raise his hand to cover the wound on his neck.

Han Zhou gently drew his sword, a flash of cold light passing through his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

He stretched out his tongue and carefully licked the blood off the dagger.

"I just said that it's none of your business anymore. I didn't say that I forgave you..."

"If you're a piece of trash, why do you stubbornly cling to life in this world?"

Han Zhou glanced at the person lying on the ground, seemingly muttering to himself, or perhaps talking to the corpse.

He lifted his eyelids slightly and stepped over the corpse without expression.