C240 If the Clues Are Lost the Constables will Die

Qin Feng gave up his seat and patted the dust off his hand.

Since there was someone helping him, he didn't want to be tired.

The more people there were, the stronger the strength. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the dirt on the thickest part of the wine vat was cleaned up. It could already shake. Everyone worked together to pull the wine vat out of the pit.

Unexpectedly..