Hong Shouchang is dead.
He died in guilt and remorse.
Zhao Ya did not know this, but his eyesight was exceptionally sharp, so he instantly recognized a few familiar faces among the crowded miners.
Such as Hong Xu, such as Yang Sansi.
But he paid no attention to them.
This was not the time to speak of these grievances. He lowered his head and looked at Sun San, who was kneeling on the ground, frantically kowtowing to him.
"Some of you come over and kill him, then I'll take you away!" Zhao Ya said in a deep voice.
The miners who had been full of momentum instantly wilted.
Because most of them were just ordinary citizens of Wuxiang City and had never killed anyone.
Plus, Sun San was notoriously brutal, having beaten dozens of miners to death. Under his oppressive influence, how could these people dare to act?
But Zhao Ya didn't act either, because what he wanted was for these miners to get their hands dirty with blood.
