The man widened his eyes, realizing something, and took a sharp breath:
"That medicine merchant is now in Xiong City?!"
Ma Yu nodded with lingering fear, and said: "The Ministry of Punishment officials had only a short time and managed to pull the entry records, a skinny horse, a cloak, a black knife - these things are quite noticeable, so his current whereabouts have already been confirmed..."
The previous man was at a loss for words.
Ma Yu felt somewhat panicked, sensing that this matter was much more troublesome than he had anticipated. At present, there was no way to leave; he felt like sand swept along in the mighty rivers, following the martial soldiers of the Ministry of Punishment.
From above overlooking this section of the city, you could see that the martial soldiers of the Ministry of Punishment, clad in red clothes and black armor, swiftly organized into formation and navigated the streets like a torrent. At the center of this torrent was a tavern.
