"Chris, was that deliberate? Or malicious?"
"Heh. If I wanted to screw you over, would I hide it? This thing wasn't here the last time I came."
In the VIP reception room for VIPs among VIPs, Lu PingAn sipped tea and ate pastries while chatting with the officer who had rushed over.
"What am I here for? I'm here to discuss official business. Look, all the documents are here—the target, the proposal, everything. This is public business."
Lu PingAn was quite frank. He really had not come to cause trouble. Who could have expected the thing to be so sensitive? It looked like newly installed God Detection. Quite a few unlucky people had apparently already suffered because of it. If he had known earlier—
"If you'd known earlier, would you have gone around it?"
After considering it, Lu PingAn shook his head.
". . . No."
Lu PingAn sighed and lowered his head to continue eating pastries.
This sort of "gate" set up at a checkpoint was, in a sense, bait for the willing.
Unlike Lu PingAn, a traveler from thousands of miles away, the local powerhouses should all have known about it. After all, the coils and iron gates took up more than half the building. There was no way they could look ordinary.
And for powerhouses, bypassing this "customs checkpoint" was not difficult at all. It was more a matter of attitude—whether you were willing to lay your cards on the table and register yourself before entering the city.
As the capital of the Eastern Kingdom, Wanjing definitely had more than one means of detection. If you entered the city carrying "high-threat armaments/combat power/magical pets" without registering them, what exactly were you planning to do?
When a stranger with great power carried dangerous weapons, registering and not registering