Luo Yan looked outside the carriage and saw soldiers in red-and-white uniforms surrounding it.
Baron Gall, sitting beside him, explained in a low voice, "These are military police. They're the lapdogs and henchmen of the Military-Political Faction."
"Damn it. They even dare search my carriage? Wait here. I'll deal with this."
Baron Gall opened the carriage door, jumped down, and angrily shouted amid the fine mist of rain.
"Outrageous! Don't you recognize this family crest?"
"I'm Baron Gall. Are you sure you want to search my carriage?"
There was a badge on the carriage, bearing the image of a rattlesnake coiled around a silver longsword. It was the Gall family crest.
Every family crest represented a family and a piece of history.
However, the military police showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, mocking smiles appeared on their faces.
One of them even said, "Don't think we won't search a count's carriage just because you're a baron."
Those words gave Luo Yan a deep understanding of just how tense the relationship was between the Aristocratic Faction and the Military-Political Faction in Fog City.
"What's your name?"
"How dare you speak like that!"
Baron Gall pointed at the insolent soldier and roared, "Who's your commanding officer? Speak!"
Just then,
a hand reached out and slapped the soldier hard across the face.
Smack!
With a crisp sound, the soldier fell to the ground. Half his mouth swelled up, and a tooth fell out.
He raised his head and saw who had struck him. The anger in his eyes quickly died away, and he hurriedly got to his feet and stood to the side with his head lowered.
From inside the carriage, Luo Yan looked at the attacker. He was a pale-faced man whose hair clung to his face in strands because of the