A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Zhang Jin took Ye Zhi and others to the temporary detention place and saw several of Pi Liu's men. When these people saw Zhang Jin and others, they shouted that they were wronged.

"We did not kill this person, sir, please let us go quickly..." Some people shouted.

Teng Chong shouted, "If you yell again, I will throw you into prison."

The noise stopped abruptly.

With his ears quiet, Yeats stepped forward: "It's easy for you to clear yourself of suspicion..."

As soon as they heard that he could be released, several people rushed forward and said that they were innocent, "Really, eldest master, I am absolutely loyal to the boss, how could I kill him... Besides, I don't even dare to kill a chicken." Kill, how dare you kill someone..."

These gangsters were able to run rampant in the night market by fighting, and now they said they didn't even dare to kill a chicken. Teng Chong scolded them directly, "Who the hell are you kidding?" He drew out his sword with a clang.

The world is quiet again.

Yeats shook his head, stood next to Teng Chong's knife, pointed at the knife and said, "If I ask a question, whoever can answer it will answer. If the quarrel continues, I can't guarantee whether this knife will have eyes... …”

Several people were finally frightened by Ye and Teng Chong.

Yeats began to ask questions calmly: "Two nights ago, Pi Liu was killed around Xu Shizheng. Did any of you see him before Xu Shi? In what time period?"

Several of the subordinates looked at each other, and finally a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old stumbled back: "It's probably me."

Yeats swept around the others and was captured and sent together. These things must have been discussed.

"Tell me."

The little boy winced and continued, "Around evening, I was buying mung bean cold water on the street. I saw the boss holding a cattail leaf fan in one hand and a pot of turbid wine in the other. I even called him, but in the evening, he came out. There were many people enjoying the cool air and there was a lot of noise on the street, but the boss didn’t hear it, so he staggered towards South Street, probably to have a drink with Wei San.”

"Who is Wei San?"

"The eldest son is a kid. He lived in an alley when he was a child. Now he has a stall selling grilled chicken and other snacks at the South Street entrance. He is very good at drinking. The eldest brother often goes to see him."

After the little boy finished speaking, he shrank behind an older man, revealing only a pair of worried eyes.

Yeats did not ask further questions and looked at the others: "Everyone tells the time when they last saw Pi Liu..."

"Just..." The young man who blocked the little boy was about to retort, but he was so frightened by Teng Chong's knife that he pulled out again that he curled up his tongue and did not dare to say another word.

Teng Chong scolded, "Be honest, you can do whatever Mr. Ye tells you to do."

Yeats indicated that starting from the older men, he answered her questions one by one.

While quickly memorizing these people's answers, Yeats also raised a new question, "Do you, the boss, prefer more gambling or more beauty?"

Someone replied, "Of course it's all good."

Yeats glanced at the person who replied, "Pi Liu has had some bad luck lately?"

The man couldn't keep his expression straight, he was startled, then quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened, "Sir... Your Majesty, are you referring to the fact that the boss won five taels of silver?"

Yeats raised his forehead slightly and stared at him with a pair of sharp eyes. He could see that the man's hands and feet were looking where he was looking. Then he slowly said, "I heard that you charge about five or six taels of protection fee every night, and you also give half of it away." From the Military and Horse Division, six or seven of you will be given three taels of silver, so you are lucky to win five taels."

For some reason, even though he said this very calmly, as if he was not speaking from an official, the older man felt a chill running down his back, as if he was burying himself in the ground.

What he said...