Old Xiao!

Seeing Liu Wuxin and the others instantly change their expressions, going from arrogance to obsequiousness, bending over so far they practically wished they could bow into the ground, Xiao Wuhen only felt the blood and qi roiling in his chest from the Blood-Burning Secret Art and the fierce battle surge even more violently. A sweet, fishy taste rose in his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.

Disgusting. Utterly disgusting!

These so-called "heads of great families," with their sanctimonious faces, scheming hearts, and utter disregard for human lives—their expressions were more nauseating than the fangs of Mutated Beasts.

He wanted to point at Liu Wuxin's nose right then and expose all their ugly thoughts before Lin Ming: how they had stood by and watched him die, even hoped for his death, and intended to abandon the millions of civilians in East District.

He wanted this newly arrived Inspector to see what kind of "allies" he would be dealing with.

But the words reached his lips, only for him to swallow them again.

He could not.

At least, not now.

His condition was terrible at the moment. Forcibly using the forbidden art Wind God Blood-Weeping had driven back a powerful enemy and even allowed him to create a miracle alongside Lin Ming, but the price had been immense.

His vital blood had been severely depleted, many of his meridians were damaged, less than a tenth of his True Essence remained, and his aura was unsteady. In the short term, let alone Sixth Tier combat strength, he might not even be able to defeat an ordinary late Fifth Tier fighter.

Completely falling out with the local great families who controlled most of South River's resources and military strength was hardly a wise move.

Moreover, although Lin Ming was an Inspector and