Settling the Score

Ever since the night of the ambush, Food Mansion had remained closed for business. Now, representatives sent by various factions stood within its walls.

"So, the results of your investigations are all the same?" Zhang Xiaofan found the reports presented by these people completely unbelievable.

"Yes!" the men standing before Zhang Xiaofan replied in unison.

Zhang Xiaofan said nothing; he simply picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and set it back down gently.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan remained silent, those men straightened their postures and withdrew their salutes on their own. Some even felt a sense of disdain for Zhang Xiaofan, who sat enthroned above them.

However, those who had personally experienced that night remained bowed, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

"Why are you so fearless?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, his eyes lifting with curiosity toward those who had already straightened up.

Upon hearing this, those who were still bowing bent even lower, their hearts filled with terror, sweat already soaking their temples.

"Because I come from the Azure Cloud Sect?" A mocking smile tugged at the corners of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth.

This smile caused many of those who had straightened their backs to begin drumming their fingers in anxiety.

"Do you know how many people have died by my hand?" Zhang Xiaofan seemed to be talking to himself, indifferent to whether anyone was listening.

As soon as these words were spoken, those who had been bowing dropped to their knees with a thud, their foreheads pressing directly against the floor.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored those who had knelt, not even sparing them a glance. Catching a glimpse of a sneer out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head with interest.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan look his way, the man did not hide his