"Lord Lin, there are two at the Nascent Soul Realm." Martial Man leaned in and murmured, afraid Lin Heng had not noticed.
Lin Heng nodded, his gaze shifting to the several dozen people pouring in.
Two tall, sharp-eyed men followed behind a middle-aged man whose skin was somewhat dark.
A typical big-shot formation.
Immediately after, another dozen-plus people filed in. Lin Heng's expression did not change; instead, he took Mu Liuxi's hand and, under everyone's puzzled stares, pressed her down into a chair.
"Clan Head, drink your tea slowly. Keep time for me. Once the tea goes cold, the people should be gone."
"(???) You... fine!" Mu Liuxi nodded woodenly.
The so-called people gone and tea cold—either they left, or they left!
"I am Li Ming, the Li Family Head of Shiyang Town. You three came to our Medical World Hall under the Zhao Family's name and severely injured our people. May I ask what you intend?"
Lin Heng swept his eyes around and said calmly, "Are all the Six Great Families of Medical World Hall here?"
"Impudent! My Clan Head is asking you a question. Why are you not answering?"
"Stand down!"
"Clan Head, he..." The lackey who had spoken was glared at and immediately retreated two steps.
"Hehe! Li Family Head, there is no need to play good cop and bad cop with me. We did not come here to make trouble. As clan heads, you were willing to come personally, and I am very happy, but you plotted against the Zhao Family, and I am very unhappy."
"Right now, there are only two roads placed before you."
A trace of surprise flashed through Li Ming's old eyes. He gave a dry cough and said, "I would like to hear the details."
"First, each family takes out one