The moment Han Wu stepped out of the inn, he vaguely sensed that someone was taking aim at him—and there were quite a few of them, at least several dozen.
It seemed their whereabouts had long since been exposed.
But to mobilize dozens of people just to capture four wanted criminals whose bounties added up to only a hundred silver coins—only someone who had been kicked in the head by a donkey would do something so absurd.
That bounty was not even enough to cover the hiring fee.
"Come out. Since you haven't made a move all this time, you clearly don't just want to arrest us," Han Wu said to the air.
As soon as his words fell, more than a dozen people shot out from every corner.
They wore identical black outfits. At a glance, it was obvious they belonged to some faction.
"You are indeed impressive. Our master wishes to see you," said the black-clothed man in the lead.
Han Wu spread his hands. "You make it sound as if we have the right to refuse. Lead the way."
Led by the men in black, Han Wu and the other three were brought to a manor.
Judging by the style of its furnishings, its owner should have been quite wealthy.
After winding through the corridors, Han Wu and the others were brought into a grand hall.
Inside, lightly dressed dancers performed seductive dances.
A middle-aged man in luxurious robes sat in the seat of honor.
On either side of the hall stood the Guest Officials he had recruited, all of them capable fighters.
After Han Wu and the others were brought in, the middle-aged man quickly dismissed the dancers and introduced himself.
"I am Han Feng. What the four heroes did today truly earned my admiration. I