Bian Ziming personally went to Xu Yi's residence.
Xu Yi lived in a small, rented courtyard, and he lived there alone.
The house was spotless, and not a single useful clue could be found.
Unwilling to give up, Bian Ziming questioned the next-door neighbors, but their answers were all consistent.
"Xu Yi seemed like a good person. He smiled at everyone and was very polite."
"You're asking where his hometown is? How would I know? I wasn't close with him."
Indeed.
Everyone said they weren't close with Xu Yi.
No one knew where his hometown was, nor did they know if he had any family.
The investigation yielded nothing.
Bian Ziming left in disappointment.
He had thought he knew the soldiers under his command like the back of his hand. He never expected the Tiger Roar Camp to be hiding someone of unknown origin.
More importantly, that man used to hang around him openly, yet he had never harbored the slightest suspicion.
This inevitably made him feel a sense of defeat.
