The woman did not even flinch. Her eyes were blank as she looked at Luo Yan and said.
"You've got the wrong person. That isn't my name."
Luo Yan stared expressionlessly at the information floating above the woman's head. The two golden glints in his eyes then vanished, and he shook his head.
"Shen Feng can't help you."
The woman's expression changed, but she still said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
A woman who could open a bar like this in the camp, sell intelligence, and keep so many vicious dogs...
To accomplish that, either the woman herself had formidable strength.
Or she had powerful backing.
The woman before him was not a cultivator, so it could only be the latter.
In this camp, if she had backing, then it was either Shen Feng or the manager of the Po Suo Association branch.
But the Strategic Affairs Department's intelligence stated that the branch leader here was a woman, and that she had no sisters.
Then the answer was obvious. The woman's backer was the camp supervisor, Shen Feng.
There was no need to explain all this to a woman in detail, and Luo Yan had no patience for it anyway.
With a flip of his hand, the dagger that had just pierced the thief's palm appeared in it. Through the cloak, he lightly pressed it against the woman's lower abdomen.
The woman immediately sensed something hard and sharp. She had no doubt that it could easily pierce her stomach and take her life.
Her face went pale, and she finally said, "If I'm injured, Lord Shen won't let you off."
That counted as a show of weakness.
Luo Yan did not waste time. He asked directly, "Where is Ma Fang?"
He pushed the dagger slightly forward. Its tip