"You..."
Zhao Jing was pinned against the wall.
His head, in the massive palm, was the size of an apple, tightly gripped.
In an instant, he reacted.
This burly man, about ten feet tall, was Wu Chang from Linjiang Station, the Flag Commander who had slain the city commander Wang Yuan and escaped from the Qi Refining Realm of the Left City Guard Army in High Willow City.
"I help you shatter High Willow City, so you can rise to power and oppress those commoners beneath you?"
Lin Yan spoke icily, slowly saying, "You're dissatisfied with the higher-ups of High Willow City, so you want to destroy it and kill everyone?"
He pressed Zhao Jing's head against the wall.
The wall suddenly collapsed.
Zhao Jing felt a sudden intense pain, and his vision darkened.
Then he heard the burly man's voice again.
"That night you replaced the lamp oil, remember how many people died in Linjiang Square?"