Two days later, a visitor arrived at Zhan Residence in Ruiguang City. However, the conversation between host and guest seemed far from pleasant.
"Lord Zhan, for several days in a row, the Steel Claw Tribe has been moving upstream along the Dawn River. If this continues, they will soon approach Guangyao Town at the southernmost end."
The visitor was in his thirties, somewhat plump, with a beard on his chin. Though dressed in plain clothes, his bearing and demeanor still revealed that he was no ordinary man.
Lord Zhan calmly lifted his teacup and said, "Officer Ye, this is Phoenix Encounter Tea newly produced in Ning Mountain. Why not have a taste?"
Yet Officer Ye remained seated and unmoving, his expression stern. "Lord Zhan, I did not come here to drink tea. Liu Gongfu was furious when he heard this news. He has only entered the Metropolitan Hall for a little over a month and still has ambitions left unrealized. He does not wish to see the Protectorate Office ignite a war in the Southern Region. No matter what, you must give me a clear explanation today."
Lord Zhan appeared entirely confident. Under Officer Ye's questioning gaze, he slowly took a sip of tea before setting down the cup. "Officer Ye, have faith in my son. Zhitong will certainly be able to pacify that tribe."
Officer Ye said, "Given the current situation, how am I supposed to believe you?"
Lord Zhan chuckled and stroked his beard. "I have lived for over a hundred years. What sort of scene have I not seen? Did we not survive that battle sixty years ago as well? Rest easy. Give me one more day, and I shall give the Liu Gongfu an explanation."
Officer Ye looked at him, rose to his feet, and said,