"Go and bring those three people here."
Early next morning, after breakfast, Yang Chuxia went to the front yard, intending to see the three individuals from yesterday.
It was clear that those three had a story; the so-called assassination attempt yesterday must have been staged on purpose. Otherwise, how could they have surrendered so easily?
A moment later, Brother Li, accompanied by two guards, brought in the three bound individuals.
"Kneel down!"
Brother Li kicked the person beside him, and then saw the three kneel without struggling.
"Speak, what was your purpose in putting on that act yesterday? What is the matter?"
Hearing Yang Chuxia ask so directly, the three were obviously taken aback.
"Why aren't you speaking? If you don't say why you deliberately staged that act, I've never seen an assassin who, clearly uninjured, lies on the ground without running away." Seeing that the three remained silent, Yang Chuxia patiently asked again.