When that long-faced, rat-whiskered fellow appeared with imposing swagger, the foreign knight who had just been cowed by Zhang Tie into not daring to move so much as a finger abruptly stood up. Pointing at Zhang Tie, he bellowed a long stream of incomprehensible gibberish.
Zhang Tie merely folded his arms and idly picked at one ear with a finger as he listened.
Zhang Tie could not understand what the foreign knight was saying, but the long-faced, rat-whiskered fellow seemed to have understood. He turned to look at Zhang Tie, narrowed his eyes, rolled them around, then suddenly pointed at Zhang Tie and said to the two men beside him, "This man committed murder in broad daylight at the entrance to our Golden Power Market. I suspect he is an agent of the Devil Race or the Heaven-Piercing Sect. Arrest him first, interrogate him thoroughly, then find an opportunity to send him to the Office of the Chief Justice!"
Upon hearing that, Zhang Tie burst into laughter. One glance was enough for him to tell that this long-faced, rat-whiskered fellow was no more than level eight. Though the two men following him looked brawny and formidable, they were only around level thirteen. A level-eight ant commanding two level-thirteen ants, yet wanting to arrest an Earth Knight—what a joke.
For some reason, that long-faced, rat-whiskered fellow instantly reminded Zhang Tie of Samira, whom he had encountered in Black Flame City. Such insignificant people could be found on any continent. Their shared trait was that they had spent too long borrowing a fox's might to scare tigers. Relying on the powerful forces and figures behind them, they came to believe themselves powerful as well. Over time, they lost all sense of awe. Even upon seeing a real Tiger, they felt no fear.