"Ah—you really are amusing."
Ninth Young Master tilted her head and chuckled, her voice soft and syrupy, yet every word pierced like a needle. "Is your brain not working, or have those tales of wandering heroes muddled your mind so badly that you thought you could put on a show of a lone hero protecting a prisoner right in front of me? The Martial Patrol Office's tiger skin won't scare me."
The gaunt old man in black behind her narrowed his eyes and studied Lu Chen. "Ninth Young Master, this man looks like Lu Chen, the one from the Martial Patrol Office who has been making quite a name for himself lately. Du Feng... seemed to have died by his hand."
"Oh?" Ninth Young Master raised a brow. "Him? A Five Seals cultivator killed Eight Seals Du Feng?"
"Precisely." The old man in black spoke in a low voice, rough as sandpaper. "It is said that his bones and sinews are forged from gold and stone. Ordinary blades cannot injure him, and when he fights, he does not even need to activate protective force."
"Oh?" Ninth Young Master blinked. "Then isn't he about the same as that reborn Overlord, Yuan Guiyi, from White Ape Villa?"
Yuan Guiyi.
This was already the second time Lu Chen had heard that name.
"Precisely. After Du Feng died, this subordinate immediately sent people to investigate. We learned that the one who killed him was a tall, handsome man dressed in black. With such distinctive features, there is an eighty-percent chance it was him."
After hearing this, the faintly contemptuous smile on Ninth Young Master's face gradually faded. "It seems I underestimated you, sir."
Lu Chen said, "Commander Dongfang will arrive tomorrow. Even if you take Shen Lang away now, he will know immediately. The