Han Dulong and Wei Hu fled the brothel like the wind and ran to the City Lord's Mansion. Their faces were filled with terror as they burst into the rear courtyard, shouting as they ran, "Help!"
A mighty, imposing middle-aged man with a stern expression was leisurely drinking tea in a small pavilion in the rear courtyard, looking utterly at ease. The arrival of Han Dulong and Wei Hu shattered the tranquility.
He frowned as he looked at the two men stumbling toward him. Though puzzled, he said:
"Why are you panicking? You're already at the City Lord's Mansion. Who would dare hurt you?"
"Old City Lord."
When Han Dulong and Wei Hu saw the man, surprise and delight filled them. After running up to him, they panted heavily and hurriedly said:
"Someone tried to kill us!"
"Oh?"
The Old City Lord raised his brows, clearly incredulous.
"My birthday banquet is about to begin. At a time like this, someone still dares cause trouble—even commit murder?"
"It's true, Old City Lord!"
Perhaps because he was afraid, Han Dulong instinctively glanced behind him. Only after seeing that no enemy had pursued them did he seem to relax slightly, but his nervous, anxious mood was far from relieved. He continued speaking at his usual rapid pace:
"My eldest brother Tu Xingsun is dead!"
"Hmm?!"
The Old City Lord was Deng Jiugong, the guest of honor of this birthday banquet and the former lord of Mount Guan City. As the father of the new City Lord, Deng Chanyu, he was called the Old City Lord. His prestige in Mount Guan City was extremely high, no less than Deng Chanyu's. No one dared defy him in the city!
Not to mention at such an important moment, with the birthday banquet about to begin.
Someone