Xia'er looked at the several walls and spoke through clenched teeth.
"An Inheritor... and one of considerable rank at that!"
Then applause rang out.
From between the surrounding houses, dozens of black-clad men carrying guns filed out, their dark muzzles aimed at the group. Then a man dressed in flamboyant clothes, his face caked in white powder, stepped forward.
Grinning broadly as though he were looking at prey on a barbecue grill, he said, "As expected of Captain Xia'er. You saw through it at a glance... Let me introduce myself. My name is Charles, and I am a—"
Before he could finish, an earth spike suddenly burst forth, piercing straight through someone's palm!
Only then did the man continue with a smile.
"That won't do. Absolutely won't do... Trying to pull a little trick while someone else is talking—isn't that terribly rude?"
The one whose hand had been pinned was Fatty Sun. It looked like he had been trying to draw the cleaver at his waist, but the instant he raised his hand, the Inheritor had noticed him.
Normally, only an Inheritor could deal with another Inheritor—but the problem was...
The group turned to look at the idiot.
He had not even made a move before he was scared into pissing himself.
Looking at his crotch, reeking of urine, the Inheritor named Charles smiled even more brightly.
"I told you, I mean no harm—as a gentleman, attacking a lady without warning was already a failure of decorum...
"...I came here today only to ask Captain Xia'er about something."
Xia'er looked coldly at him. There was some panic in her expression, but not much fear.
She took a deep breath, then slowly spoke.
"Who are you? I don't believe I know you. Judging by your equipment, you don't look like bandits