Cheng Han's Sermon

Inside the restaurant.

In full view of everyone.

Facing the old man, Cheng Han did not answer the question directly. Instead, he smiled and gestured. "City Governor, please take a seat."

The City Governor did not dare refuse and obediently sat down.

The old man only sat on half the chair, his waist and back slightly bent forward, looking as though he were paying respects to a superior.

At the same time.

The City Governor muttered inwardly, This person is most likely a Mystic Master.

The old man was a retired warrior. Although his strength had declined substantially with age, his seasoned eye remained.

He could clearly sense that this mysterious young man possessed an extraordinarily profound aura. His strength had definitely surpassed that of a Mystic Adept.

The onlookers witnessed this scene, and a slight commotion immediately broke out.

Pairs of eyes fixed upon Cheng Han.

Everyone wondered who exactly this young man was.

Cheng Han adopted the air of one issuing orders. "As far as I know, the Avengers Cult planned an attack intended to take the city chief's head."

He pointed toward the kitchen. "Those people are hiding in the kitchen right now, disguised as waiters. They are about to launch an attack."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The commotion among the crowd grew louder.

The city chief wore a calm expression, displaying extraordinary composure.

The old man steadied himself and began, "I'll immediately—"

Before he could finish.

He was interrupted.

Cheng Han turned to look at a waiter at the back of the crowd and asked with a smile, "Mr. Avenger, am I right?"

The crowd's gazes instantly shifted over.

The waiter froze for a moment, then blurted out, "I'm not an Avenger!"

Cheng Han snorted, his gaze carrying mental pressure. "You joined the