Clang—!
An Qingyu's palm left an afterimage as it swept out, followed by a sharp clash of metal. The broad saber coming straight at him was instantly knocked away, spinning as it embedded itself in the white wall behind him!
Five figures darted out of the office one after another, surrounding An Qingyu in an instant.
What surprised An Qingyu was that these five figures were not wearing dark crimson cloaks, but matching brown Zhongshan suits. They stood ramrod straight, their gazes fixed on An Qingyu in the center with undisguised hostility.
So in this era, the cloak—one of the Night Watchmen's three standard pieces—hadn't appeared yet... An Qingyu thought to himself.
One bald burly man turned to look at his broad saber embedded in the wall, his expression becoming exceedingly grim.
Among the group, a tall, skinny man glanced at the coffin on An Qingyu's back and narrowed his eyes.
"You sneaky bastard, you don't look like a good person at all... You're one of those Ancient God Church members who've been causing such an uproar lately, aren't you? We've been searching everywhere for you people, yet you actually dared to barge directly into the Night Watchmen's headquarters... You're simply courting death!"
Several currents of Mental Power surged through the corridor, and battle was about to erupt.
"Wait!" An Qingyu immediately said. "I'm not with the Ancient God Church. I'm a Night Watchman too."
As soon as he spoke, An Qingyu took an emblem from his clothes and displayed it to the group.
The others froze slightly and all lowered their heads to look at his palm. One of them picked up the emblem and examined it carefully before sneering.
Then he pulled an emblem from his own clothes, one a size smaller than An Qingyu's, and waved it