Perhaps because they had relied on the City Lord's Mansion's prestige, this merchant caravan had never experienced an attack in all its years, and even after the great battle, they remained somewhat at a loss.
Fortunately, there were still capable people within the caravan. Once they calmed down, under Steward Yan's command, they finally cleaned up the mess and set out again.
After giving all his instructions, Steward Yan impatiently headed for the carriage where Luo Chen was.
The moment he lifted the curtain, he met a pair of eyes that seemed to smile yet not smile.
Steward Yan's heart jolted. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man sprawled on the floor. The man's face was pale with terror, and he was still gulping down rough breaths, as though he had endured some cruel torture.
Steward Yan immediately cupped his hands and bowed. "Many thanks to Senior for lending a hand. Otherwise, if the goods had been robbed today, the consequences would have been unthinkable."
Luo Chen raised an eyebrow. "Earlier, you said your master was mild-tempered. Even if the goods were stolen, you people should not face punishments that endangered your lives, correct?"
A bitter smile appeared on Steward Yan's face. "Our lives would be a small matter, but this batch of goods—especially the Moxian Smoke within—is to be delivered in fixed quantities to other cities every year. If our share were missing, the impact would be immense. By then, the Young City Lord would inevitably take out his anger on our families..."
Listening to his explanation, Luo Chen finally nodded.
"Take him away!"
Steward Yan looked at the trembling man curled up on the ground. There was no trace left of the imposing martial valor of that eight-foot-tall brute. He cautiously asked, "Senior, do you