"Getting acquainted through a fight, right?" Qin He's smile widened. The next instant, with a smack, a slap flashed out like lightning and sent Dao Bu Er spiraling into the sky.
Dao Bu Er had anticipated that Qin He might strike, but he had underestimated Qin He's speed.
The defensive barrier he had just raised was shattered by that slap, and the world spun around him.
The longsword flew from his hand in midair. Qin He snatched it, then spat at him. "Don't think I won't hit you just because you smiled at me!"
With that said, Qin He rested the longsword on his shoulder and headed toward Pass City.
All those with ill intentions who had retreated earlier sucked in a cold breath. In an instant, they understood why Dao Bu Er's expression had changed so quickly.
Good heavens, that slap had come without warning.
Clean and decisive, ferocious beyond measure.
No wonder he could carry so many bags of spoils on his back.
In that instant, the eyes filled with ill intent became crystal clear.
Seeing everyone keeping their distance, Qin He did not linger and entered Pass City.
"You were gone for twelve days?"
Today's inspector was someone else. It was not White Impermanence, but a middle-aged man with a hooked nose. He was tall and lean, his eyes sinister like two sharp blades that seemed ready to pierce into one's marrow.
The fluctuations of his strength seemed faintly greater than White Impermanence's.
Shen Gonglan, one of Sin City's inspectors and its deputy city lord.
Qin He naturally recognized such a powerful figure. "Reporting to you, sir, I encountered the Fugitive of Sin Organization outside and came into conflict with them. It delayed me for some time."
"The Fugitive of Sin Organization—where?" Shen Gonglan narrowed his eyes.