Cheng Yu slumped limply into Lian'er's arms and looked at the girl before him with some surprise.
"Is the information reliable?"
The prettily dressed girl before him said,
"How would I dare deceive you, sir?"
As she spoke, the girl stepped closer and lowered her voice.
"This came from that man in the Demon Suppression Bureau. I don't think he was just being alarmist."
Cheng Yu fell into thought. Seeing this, Lian'er took a banknote from her bosom, held it out to the girl, and said,
"Well done, little sister. This is your reward from the gentleman."
The girl accepted it with a beaming smile, then left Cheng Yu's private room.
There was no exaggeration in what the girl had said. As mentioned before, one of the common failings of powerful people was that they did not trust words, only what they obtained by directly reading someone's mind. Though Cheng Yu hardly counted as powerful in the Mythic Great World, there were few in this city stronger than him.
His reason for pondering was simple, too: should he get out of here?
The information the girl brought had come straight from the mouth of the city's second-in-command at the Demon Suppression Bureau, and its contents were straightforward.
Before long, Shen Bai, the White King of the Demon Race, might pass through this city. Wen Chenghe, Chancellor of the Heavenly Dynasty, had been keeping close tabs on the matter, determined to ensure Shen Bai's absolute safety within Humankind Territory, even though there were few even in the Eternal True World who could threaten Shen Bai, whose strength was at the Heaven Peering Realm (peak epic).
Nevertheless, every place along Shen Bai's route was required to maintain the highest level of alert. Entertainment venues such as brothels and gambling houses would also