The Martial Arts Expert Who Was Scared Off, Street-Clearing Tiger's Greed, Tempering the Body

"Lord Chai, you owe me an explanation, don't you?"

At some point or another,

At some point,

Meng Gan appeared behind Chai Wu.

At six-foot-four, his frame was enormous, his shoulders broad and his body burly, casting a vast shadow.

Those icy eyes

made no effort to hide the killing intent within!

Martial artists already had sharp senses. How much more so for a martial arts expert like Meng Gan?

"I only just found out about this myself, Brother Meng. This has nothing to do with me. Don't get worked up!"

Chai Wu felt his hair stand on end.

Even though he had been in the late Blood-Strength stage for years,

before a martial artist who had cultivated his way to Bone-Strength, he was still as weak as an ant!

The gulf between martial artists was even greater than that between a man and a dog.

He had no right to test his strength against a Border Army battle-hardened veteran who had spent years guarding the high walls, holding back the Gray Mist, slaying the aberrant, and killing foreign tribes to pacify the barbarians.

Meng Gan's rough, hard fingers squeezed Chai Wu's neck. He spoke casually. "Men from the Black Crow Army died at your people's hands. You owe me an explanation, don't you?"

"Prepare a carriage. We're going over right now!"

"We'll walk there."

"Fine, fine. We'll walk!"

Some time later,

Chai Wu arrived at the County Office with a grim expression.

Outside the autopsy room, Yang Chengwu and several Capital Office Envoys and constables were chatting.

When Yang Chengwu saw Chai Wu coming, he hurried over with a smile. "Sir, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly!"

"Get lost! Fuck your mother!"

Chai Wu angrily shoved him aside and entered the autopsy room, his face dark.

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