It turned out that Pan Feng's final, near-mad roar had only been meant to intimidate Zhang Wenfeng. Given Zhang Wenfeng's past conduct, he was cautious by nature and afraid of trouble; there was no way he would dare blow the matter up.
Under this strategy, Ma Wei and Zhu Neng would try soft tactics, while he, Pan, would play hardball. Surely they could force Zhang Wenfeng to submit.
But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out why Zhang Wenfeng had suddenly changed his nature and taken the initiative to blow the matter up.
Ma Wei and Zhu Neng had completely collapsed. They wanted to put up a fight, but when they saw Xu Yi at their side, they didn't dare. They wanted to beg for mercy, but by now, they feared even that would be useless.
Just as the three were on the verge of going mad with anxiety, a melodious sound rang out, like the chime of jade.
Almost at the same time, the old steward rushed into the hall, his face alight with joy. "Lord, Lord! The City God's Order is here! The City God's Order is here..."
With a thud, Pan Feng and the other two felt as if their heads had been smashed. They couldn't control their bodies and crumpled to the floor.
Zhang Wenfeng hurried out to greet them. Before long, he led several people inside.
The man at their head was tall, with a face as round as the full moon and a lively, sparkling gaze. His plain robes could not conceal his noble air. He was none other than Dian Junming, the Huaiyou City God.
Five men followed behind Dian Junming, each exuding an extraordinary aura and an innate solemn dignity. They were all high-ranking officials in the