Zhao Xing nodded, "I don't know which one."

Zhao Xing walked around the courtyard for a few times and suddenly stopped at the door of a room. Fan Xiaodao drew his knife and came to the door of the room. The flirting sounds of a man and a woman came from inside. The voices did not sound like Li Zhili. They frowned and Zhao

Xingdao said, "It tastes right."

This kind of place is not as brightly lit as Baihua Tower, but a small room filled with all kinds of gasping and groaning sounds. Fan Xiaodao said that this is easy to handle, pressed the spring of the knife with his hand, and made a crisp sound, and said loudly

: "Six doors are in charge of arrests. Anyone who has no interest in the matter should get out!"

As soon as these words came out, many half-naked prostitutes came out of the rooms in the courtyard.

The door of the room where the two were standing was hurriedly opened, and a man ran out from inside and bumped into the two of them. He was wearing Li Zhili's clothes. The two of them thought that something was wrong and had been fooled. Zhao Xing cut the knife

Putting it around his neck, "Where did your clothes come from?"

The man was so frightened that he trembled and said: "Half an hour ago, I drank some wine and met a man. He gave me ten taels of silver and asked me to wear his clothes and come to Fireworks Street to have fun. I was thinking about it.

I made money and had a girl to play with, so I agreed."

"But with curly hair, a Jiangnan accent, and looks like a Persian?"

The man nodded in agreement.
Chapter completed!