Even the Middle Tier Couldn't Be Trusted; Better a Dead Fellow Daoist Than a Dead Poor Daoist

Under the tremendous force, the two men's expressions twisted into masks of extreme pain and savagery.

Their bulging eyes were wide with hatred and unwillingness, as well as the fury of having been deceived.

Yet their strength was too feeble. Before an expert like the slightly plump cultivator, they had not the slightest ability to resist or strike back.

"So... even the middle tier couldn't be trusted at all!"

After a muffled whimper, the life force in their bodies rapidly drained away. Their bodies toppled to the ground, and not a trace of vitality remained.

The slightly plump cultivator remained calm, without the slightest pity or guilt in his eyes, as though he had merely crushed two ants.

He understood the principle of better a dead fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist better than anyone.

His gaze fell on Madam Mei. The slightly plump cultivator grinned and carefully asked, "Madam Mei, is Madam satisfied with this handling of the matter?"

"Sunset City has its own rules. Matters of Sunset City shall naturally be managed and handled by the Sunset City Lord's Mansion. There is no need to report them to me."

Only then did Madam Mei speak, her expression tranquil and unruffled.

The slightly plump cultivator nodded gently, secretly letting out a breath of relief. "Madam is absolutely right. The Enforcement Team still has many urgent matters to handle, so I will not disturb Madam and the fellow Daoists as you catch up. I shall take my leave first."

Having said that, he did not dare linger. With a wave of his hand, he swept up the two corpses from the ground and immediately strode outside.

At that moment, he feared only that leaving too slowly would stir up further trouble.

He had also made up his mind that