"I... I..." The four men in black wished they could die right there and then.
However, they weren't the kind of fanatical assassins who would take their own lives if their mission failed. They were skilled, hired mercenaries, not fanatics.
Given the chance, they all wanted to live. They could only follow the agonizing sensation, scratching and rubbing their bodies in desperation.
One of them, in unbearable pain, writhed and begged, "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Liang Yi released the one in her grasp and went over to grab the other, asking, "Fine, speak!"
The man in black said, "It was... it was... Du Gong from the Zheng Medical Hall who hired us to kill Liu Shimei!"
Du Gong!
Liu Shimei raised an eyebrow. She thought, "The play I staged that day with the porridge was meant to make Du Gong lose his composure and eventually fall into his own trap. As expected, my predictions were right. But..."