Jiao Zhan's eyes widened, somewhat incredulous, seemingly not expecting that the unassuming young man inside the tea house could strike so ruthlessly!
His body twitched twice, and he died with his head hanging.
Luo Shixian witnessed this scene, his spirits lifted, he grinned a little, and glanced at Chen Tang with a hint of gratitude.
This corrupt official walked before him, so even in death, he had no regrets.
Mei Zhenyu circulated his inner Qi, adjusted his breath for a moment, although his legs were still a little weak and lacked strength, his consciousness gradually returned.
Upon witnessing this, he couldn't help but be startled, and his whole mind became much clearer.
No matter what, Jiao Zhan was, after all, a captain of the Capital Guard. For someone to act against his subordinates without the slightest hesitation was staggering.
It was as if killing an Imperial Guard Captain was no different from casually slaughtering a pig!
