He looked at He Shujun and asked calmly, "Are you regretting coming after us?"
He Shujun had already regained his composure. He looked at Cheng Zongyang, his expression serene. Instead of answering, he asked in return, "Can you answer a few questions for me?"
He already knew what his fate would be, so he wasn't agitated like Liu Chengdong. There was no point. He just wanted to get some answers before he died.
Cheng Zongyang nodded. "Fine. A fair trade."
He Shujun gave a slight nod.
The exchange made Liu Chengdong, in the adjacent cell, frown.
'Have these two done this before?'
He Shujun leaned against the wall and asked, "Are you truly a Sixth Grade Martial Artist or not?"
Cheng Zongyang shook his head. "I'm not, but I'm close enough."
'He couldn't be bothered to answer that question truthfully.' He followed up with his own question: "Of your six families, which one has ties to the Li Family?"
