The snow was in chaos, swirling amidst the tumultuous dark clouds.
Black-clad constables from the Monitoring Bureau crowded the entrance of the courtyard, sealing off the area so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through.
Tang Fei's expression was grave as he said, "How did they catch up so quickly?"
"It must be when I was escaping, they must have caught a trace of me..." Bai Wuxin said with a face full of guilt.
He knew how sensitive his identity was. If he were to fall into their hands, life would be worse than death, and likely Tang Fei and Little Fatty would suffer as well.
By that time, it would probably be hard to keep Tang Fei's identity hidden.
Him, a son of the rebel party, hiding here with Tang Fei, then what roles did Tang Fei and Little Fatty play?
The Royal Family would naturally grow suspicious. A simple investigation would reveal everything.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Little Fatty asked urgently, getting up to reach for the Skull Hammer.
