Zhao Headman did not hesitate or struggle for too long and joined Zhu Headman's camp, helping him deal with Cheng Headman.
Zhao Headman's weapon was a three-pronged spike, extremely formidable, rarely used. The spike was triangular, thick in the middle and sharp at both ends, with the grip in the center. A flick of the wrist would make it rotate in the palm. Stabbing, gouging, inserting, nailing, killing — it was all done in one smooth motion, and Zhao Headman wielded it with masterly skill.
Cheng Headman's face turned livid with anger. "Old Zhao, what do you mean by this? Are you teaming up with him to kill me?"
Once Zhao Headman made up his mind, there was no holding back. "Old Cheng, if you lose your way and confess the whereabouts of Ning Ye and Wen Xingzhi, we will show leniency for the sake of our many years of brotherhood."
