The Cautious Ambassador

There was an ambush!

Sifa instantly confirmed it. The two men had not made a sound, clearly having come prepared. The only question was whether they had come for him or were merely a couple of petty thieves planning to rob passersby.

In an instant, Sifa made his decision.

He kept walking, even humming a light melody. Just as he was about to pass the corner, two dark figures suddenly rushed out.

One clamped a hand over Sifa's mouth, while the other pressed a gleaming dagger against his neck.

Sifa observed the two men at the same time and was surprised to find that they looked tough, with somewhat sunken eye sockets—the typical features of Highlanders.

Sifa immediately thought of a gang.

The Zimang Party!

"Don't make a sound. Cooperate obediently, or losing a little money will be the least of your problems," said the man holding the dagger to Sifa's neck.

Under normal circumstances, these two would never have gotten close to Sifa before he knocked them down.

But at the moment, he was playing the role of the spice merchant Green. Mr. Green presumably didn't know how to fight, let alone beat down two Highlanders who dared to fight and kill.

"Please don't hurt me. The money's in my coat pocket. Take it all. Take it all."

As Sifa said this, he began drawing his own conclusions.

The Zimang Party was a gang secretly cultivated by Beckland. When had they started robbing people? Clearly, they hadn't come to rob him. Could it be that Beckland was secretly investigating the backgrounds of the invited guests?

What a cunning and cautious fellow.

Well, he was probably only testing second-tier merchants like Mr. Green. After all, Beckland should already be familiar with the other important figures, and it would be difficult