Earl personally saw Yan Wuji and Zhang Chong out of the manor.
Shen Lang and City Lord Liu Wuyan lagged behind.
This City Lord was very displeased. A falsely elegant smile rested on his face, for scholars had to maintain their bearing, but his gaze was icy cold.
Tian Heng was being escorted by two warriors from the City Lord's Manor.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Shen Lang, as though he wanted to pounce and devour someone!
This time, his plan had been thorough. Moreover, the Governor-General's envoy and the Prefect Lord had happened to be at the Earl's Manor. He had thought nothing could go wrong.
Who would have thought that Shen Lang, that pretty boy, would be so cunning? Not only had he dodged this fatal blow, he had even viciously bitten back.
Shen Lang stepped forward and said, "Gang Leader Tian, why are you looking at me like that? It's rather frightening."
"Shen Lang, you're very pleased with yourself, aren't you?" Tian Heng asked coldly.
"No, really, not at all." Shen Lang said, "If you don't die, then our ill-fated bond won't be over. How could I be pleased? Am I that shallow a person?"
"Me, die?" Tian Heng burst into laughter. "Keep dreaming your spring-and-autumn dream. Who would kill me? The City Lord's Manor? The Prefect's Manor?"
Tian Heng was not wrong about that.
Liu Wuyan's order to throw him into prison was truly just for show.
The City Lord's Manor was Tian Heng's backer. The two sides wore the same pair of trousers.
For him, entering Xuanwu City's prison was no different from going home.
Tian Heng said, "Shen Lang, I guarantee that within three days, I'll walk out of prison safe and sound, without a single crime hanging over my head."