Qiu Tianba clasped his fists towards them and tried to escort Han Tiexin. Liu Yu stopped him, "Qiu Tianba, this whole thing started with you. Please stay here. I'll give you a few instructions. Tomorrow, go to Wu Ge and apologize to those guards, and this matter will be over."
Qiu Tianba hesitated and said, "But Lord Han."
Su Yuanzhong stopped him, saying, "Hey, this whole Haizhou belongs to Lord Han. You're still worried about him returning to the mansion. Besides, I've always admired Qiu Yayi's kung fu. Come on, let's drink for a while. Waiter! Prepare the wine and food again!"
Qiu Tianba tried to refuse, but Su Yuanzhong and Liu Yu pinned him to the table, pouring glass after glass of wine. How could a mere yamen runner like him refuse? Su Yuanzhong and Liu Yu were doing him a huge honor by agreeing to drink with him. After a few drinks, Qiu Tianba felt even more bewildered.
Han Tiexin left the Mingyue Restaurant, his anger lingering. With only two yamen runners by his side, he headed for the government office. Haizhou Street was deserted late at night. The moon hung high in the sky, and a few crows cried "Aiya" overhead, sounding eerie.
For some reason, Han Tiexin felt a tingling sensation on his back. He turned around and saw Qiu Tianba was nowhere to be found. The two yamen runners also shrank their necks, as if sensing something was amiss.
"Let's go!" Han Tiexin ordered.
Just as the three were about to quicken their pace, several men in black in front of them blocked their way.
Han Tiexin and the two yamen runners were shocked. They turned around and tried to run, but found that they were also surrounded by several men in black.
"You, who are you! Do you know who I am?" Han Tiexin was so scared that his voice trembled. He already felt that a disaster was about to happen.
The men in black said nothing, but showed their weapons one after another. Han Tiexin was shocked when he saw that the weapons they held were actually the swords of the imperial guards. "You, you..."
After saying only three words, Han Tiexin's throat was cut by the man in black. He lay on the ground like a dead pig, with blood oozing from his neck. Looking at the two yamen runners, their heads and bodies were already separated.
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