After Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei entered the Giant Hammer Castle, they saw many people flocking to the west of the city.
After asking the passersby, they found out that the Zheng family's grandfather was celebrating his 280th birthday.
The street in the west of the city was filled with banquets. No matter who it was, as long as they went, they could have a big meal.
However, most of the people of low status were there to watch the fun. They didn't dare to eat.
"Zhang Xing, let's go eat too. It'll save us money."
Ruan Mei's eyes lit up as she said excitedly.
Zhang Xing nodded. It was good to go and take a look. Assassin groups must have intelligence stations in every empire's capital.
When they followed the crowd to the west of the city, there was suddenly a commotion in front of them.
The passersby on the street dodged to the sides. Then, a figure flew out.
With a thud, he fell at Zhang Xing's feet.
At the same time, a palm-sized bronze plate fell from the man's hand.
Zhang Xing's eyes narrowed. He raised his hand and sucked the bronze plate over.
"Give … give it to me!"
Hearing the sound, Zhang Xing looked down.
The old man on the ground had a head full of white hair. There was no trace of blood on his face. His voice was weak, and there were two obvious palm prints on his back.
This old man was Zhongbo.
"Is this bronze plate yours?" Zhang Xing asked.
"It belongs to my master, the old man of the Zheng family. He was framed and died. Before he died, he entrusted me to go to the Two Blessings to find Dongfang Zhaoyang."
"But now it seems that I can't fulfill my master's last wish. I've let my master down!"
"I can't find my master's good friend and avenge him!"
Zhongbo's eyes were filled with sorrow as he answered Zhang Xing's question weakly.
He didn't know why, but the voice of the young man in front of him seemed to have magic. It made people involuntarily say what they wanted to say.
Zhang Xing looked at the bronze plate in his hand. Although it wasn't made of the same material as the token that Old Brother Zhaoyang gave him, the pattern on it was the same.
That was why he asked this question.
Brother Zhaoyang had said that he didn't have many friends when he was young. There was a man with the surname Zheng in the neighboring country's Giant Hammer Castle.
"Is your master Zheng Haisheng?"
Zhang Xing asked.
"Yes …"
When Zhongbo said this, he couldn't catch his breath and his face turned red.
When Zhang Xing saw this, he knew that if he didn't treat him quickly, he would stop breathing.
Since he was Brother Zhaoyang's friend, he would lend him a hand.
He raised his hand and cast a light-type healing spell.
After three breaths, Zhongbo coughed twice and his breathing returned to normal. Most of his injuries were healed.
He slowly opened his eyes.
A handsome young man appeared in front of him, holding the bronze plate that his master had given him.
He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said something to this young man, but he couldn't remember the content.
He only remembered that his master had wanted to fight the two Imperial Advisors to the death, but he was poisoned too deeply and was killed in one round.
He wanted to risk his life, but he knew that he was only a Four Star War Elder. If he died, he would die for nothing.
Thus, he turned around and fled. Unfortunately, it was too late.
The two Imperial Advisors followed behind him unhurriedly as if they were playing with mice.
As long as he ran far away, they would punch him from behind.
He relied on his last breath to persevere until now, thinking that he would definitely die.
But as if he was dreaming, he came back to life.
"Your master's name is Zheng Haisheng, right?"
Zhang Xing asked again.
Zhongbo nodded and stood up from the ground: "Yes, may I ask who you are?"
"I'm Brother Zhaoyang's friend." Zhang Xing said.
"Are you surnamed Zhang?" Zhongbo's body trembled, his eyes suddenly widened as he asked anxiously.
"You know me?" Zhang Xing said in surprise.
"Yes … Oh no, I don't know you. I heard master mention you before!"
Zhongbo was a little flustered and spoke nervously.