Under the candlelight, his pale fingers were stained with something black, resembling charcoal ash, and his expression was momentarily startled.
Outside the door, Wang Anfeng slowed his breathing, his face changing. Inside, one person had a gravelly old voice, while the other was much younger, a youth. Instinctively, he thought of what Wuxin had said.
Class A wanted criminals.
An old and young duo.
Could it be that...
Wang Anfeng's expression shifted slightly.
He originally intended to follow them, leave a mark, and then have Wuxin report to the Ministry of Punishment to dispatch a force to ambush, or have a Grandmaster from the Ministry of Punishment act.
He would then take the silver tael from the Ministry of Punishment, watch from the sidelines, and leave quietly after the matter was settled, hiding both his identity and fame while solving the problem and earning some silver.
But who would have thought he'd find the actual perpetrators directly?
