City Lord Zhao Tiezhu

Tap, tap, tap!

Footsteps erupted from all directions.

More than a dozen soldiers clad in heavy armor charged swiftly up to the second floor.

The lead soldier swept his cold gaze around before finally looking toward Nan Feng and Tang Chengyun.

"An old man and an idiot?" The soldier snorted. "These two pieces of trash killed Young Master Zhao?"

Nan Feng was a little displeased.

Level 46 Tang Chengyun had completely concealed his aura, giving off a feeling of returning to simplicity. At first glance, he really did look like a little old man.

But Nan Feng was not an idiot.

He had merely changed his appearance to look honest and simple in order to keep a low profile.

What did being an honest man ever do to you? Why call me an idiot?

"The City Lord's personal guards are here to capture assassins! All unrelated people, get lost at once!"

On the street below, more than a dozen well-equipped squads came rushing in from every direction.

Shouting loudly, they surrounded the Zhao family's grand restaurant.

Not only that, three experts above Level 40 flew in through the air and landed on the rooftop opposite them.

An inescapable net!

To outsiders, the old man and idiot inside the restaurant could not escape even if they grew wings!

Of course, Nan Feng had no intention of running.

He peeled a banana and ate it casually, his left index finger lightly tapping against the tabletop.

"Who killed the waiter?" Nan Feng asked calmly.

Whoosh!

From across the restaurant, a Level 41 expert stepped through the air and walked over.

He did not answer Nan Feng's question. Instead, he asked coldly, "Did you kill Young Master Zhao Bi?"

Nan Feng glanced at him. "Answer my question first."

The Level 41 expert flew into