Wen Mansha, the lord of the city, came from a gang and was only around level 10.
The fact that they had sent a level 18 professional over was still rather surprising.
But given the current situation, there really was no way to resolve this problem without sending a level 18 professional.
Now that Wen Mansha had shut herself in and refused to come out, she surely had her own plans as well.
Perhaps if they dragged things out, the island lord of Treasure Island would be called back.
Once the Association got involved, things would only become more troublesome.
"When will this level 18 lord arrive?" The burly man had calmed down and asked again.
"Within the next couple of days," the tall, thin man said.
The burly man sighed. "If it weren't for those people, this wouldn't have become so troublesome."
"It is rather troublesome."
The burly man thought for a moment, then said, "Let's head to the Outskirts. It'll be easier to deal with any danger there. If the Outer City gets sealed off, we won't even be able to escape."
The tall, thin man looked up at him and said softly, "Wen Mansha hasn't acted because we haven't left the city yet. The moment we make a move to leave, she'll strike immediately. Don't provoke her for now. We'll wait until our people arrive."
The burly man nodded to show that he understood.
The two talked in the room for a while and drank quite a bit of tea.
When it was about time, the burly man finally rose to his feet. "I'll go out and take another look."
Just as he was about to leave, his legs remained rooted to the spot.
Terror and disbelief appeared in the burly man's eyes.
He suddenly looked up