Mei Deng carefully dropped the sticks on the grass, without making much sound to lure their presence to himself. Judging by their shadows, there were three males standing by the riverbank.
"Why do I have to come to such a dreadful place, do you know who I am?" A haughty voice scolded, Mei Deng furrowed his brows, certain he had heard that voice from somewhere.
"Forgive us, but the master has given strict orders, he says to tell you that he'll surely make a donation to your office." One of the other two said.
"Do you think the capital will be able to survive if I drop dead? Can you dare to compare me to that good for nothing Minister Yu?" The same haughty voice cried out, a sick sensation took over Mei Deng's stomach.
He could vividly remember this voice, but placing a face to it was the problem, he made a move to tilt his head and take a peek.
When he did, he covered his gasp with his palm, lest they discover that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.
