Ning Chen turned the dagger over in his hands. "Where'd you get it?" he asked casually.

"Took it off that guy Li Zang. This thing cuts through iron like it's mud. Look..." Feng Qizheng turned around to show Ning Chen the gash in the armor on his back. "This dagger did that. Good thing I had tuo dragon hide armor on underneath, or I'd have been hurt."

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed a little. "You caught Li Zang?"

Feng Qizheng nodded. "The bastard took me for a pushover and came straight at me... Was I supposed to take that?

Honestly, though, the guy's got some skill. It took some doing to pound him till he was spitting blood—"

Li Zang had actually been chasing Rong Xian, and he happened to run right into Feng Qizheng, who was charging his way.

Feng Qizheng assumed Li Zang was coming for him. Clearly the man thought nothing of Feng the Great Brain... How could he put up with that?

So the unlucky Li Zang got beaten half to death.

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched. He tossed the dagger back to him.

Feng Qizheng held up the dagger. "You don't want it?"

Ning Chen said, "Keep it yourself. All your weapons are heavy ones. Carry this on you for self-defense."

Feng Qizheng fought with either the modao or the rebar, both heavy weapons, and neither had room to swing in a narrow alley or the like.

With a cheerful "Oh," he tucked the dagger away. "Do you want to see this Li Zang?"

Ning Chen paused. "What would I see him for?"

"Li Zang's the enemy's commanding general. Aren't you going to question him?"

Before Ning Chen could answer, Feng Qizheng smacked his forehead. "I almost forgot. You're a dead man right now, you can't show your face... Tell you what, I'll question him. What do you want to know? I guarantee I'll pry his mouth open and get it out of him."

Ning Chen felt a headache coming on. "I want to know how many times he wet the bed as a…