He took one last look at the direction of the rapidly approaching aura in midair.
"Let's go."
He strode toward the distance.
Behind him, Fatty and Fei Pengzi lifted Qing Xiuzhen from the ground and accelerated after him.
The three men's auras were like stones dropped into water, soon vanishing completely into the air without leaving a trace.
Around a dozen breaths later, a beam of white light suddenly descended from the sky. When the pillar of light dispersed, it revealed a middle-aged man dressed entirely in white. He was powerfully built and well-proportioned, unlike the others, whose bodies had even become grotesquely distorted.
Yet the fingers of both his hands gleamed with a faint metallic luster, as though forged from steel.
"Yellow Inspector! The minister has been taken!"
Among the Lion Fist Gate branch members who rushed down afterward, the vice minister clutched his abdomen and shouted urgently.
"I know." The middle-aged man's face was dark as still water. "They dared to swagger right up to our door and provoke us, then seize our branch minister. It seems those who come bear no goodwill, and those who bear goodwill do not come. Investigate whether Xiuzhen has recently made an enemy of anyone."
"Impossible! The minister has been cultivating in the deep mountains these past days. Even her meals were handled by others. She only returned a few days ago—there was no way she could have made enemies!"
The vice minister explained.
"In any case, first investigate the appearances of those three, then decide what to do." Yellow Inspector said coldly. "They did not kill anyone, which means they do not intend to forge a death feud with Lion Fist Gate. Perhaps they truly are Extreme Path experts passing through, testing the martial path."
"If that is truly the case,