The newcomer was none other than Jiangdu City's lord—Yu Feng!
"City Lord, save us!"
Qin Guangshan clutched at this last straw for dear life and cried out hoarsely.
Wu Jingzhi could no longer maintain his composure either, scrambling and crawling toward Yu Feng.
Though the hundred-odd plague ghosts had not attacked their vital points, they had specifically targeted the most painful places, and their claws and fangs carried plague poison.
Thus, while the three were not yet in danger of losing their lives, purging the plague poison that had invaded their bodies would still take no small effort.
Yu Feng cast the two men a cold glance. Yet when his gaze shifted to Lu Chen, a trace of a tough man's hidden tenderness showed beneath his authority. "Brat, you really didn't die."
Seeing Yu Feng arrive, Lu Chen immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists with a bow, his voice carrying the genuine feeling of a reunion after surviving disaster. "City Lord, this junior... missed you to death!"
"Hmph!" Yu Feng feigned displeasure. "You didn't miss me to death—you wanted me dead. If you really slaughtered those three today, my official hat would be falling right along with them!"
At those words, Lu Chen glanced at the three men sprawled on the ground, groaning weakly, and gave a cold snort.
To be honest, compared to them, Zhao Wanliang at least seemed to have more backbone.
"What, your anger still hasn't faded? You really want to fly into a rage and kill someone on the spot?" Yu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice sinking. "Could it be that you want to step on the Sun family and squeeze into the ranks of the major clans?"
Lu Chen was thoroughly baffled. "What do you mean? I don't understand."