Chapter 82: The Young Lord’s Faction
"The matter of Qi Dalong was also a coincidence. The reason he died was because he was a Rong tribe spy."
Yang Ling smiled, "Young Master Bai, there's no need to be so polite."
Bai Zhixing quickly said, "It's precisely because he was a Rong tribe spy that I should thank you even more, Constable Yang.
The two of you may not know, but when I learned this news, I was so frightened I couldn't sleep at night, secretly feeling fortunate.
If Constable Yang hadn't acted in time, I would have inevitably ended up sunk to the bottom of the river by Qi Dalong someday!"
After speaking, he glanced at the old man beside him.
The old man immediately took out a wooden box and handed it to Yang Ling, saying respectfully,
"Constable Yang, this is our Bai family's token of gratitude, a total of twenty Spirit Nurturing Pills. Please accept them."
Yang Ling had originally been somewhat reluctant to deal with this kind of second-generation heir. He knew exactly why this young master in front of him had offended Qi Dalong.