Under everyone's watchful eyes.
A Martial Sect disciple in his thirties frowned. He was a tall, powerfully built man with several scars on his hands and face, sharply defined features, and the unmistakable look of a tough guy.
His aura was steady, scarcely inferior to that of the Martial Sect's successor.
He was, after all, a disciple of the previous generation, and very strong.
Qin Tiancheng looked over. He had not intended to get involved, but the other party had already called out his name and identified themselves as members of the Qin family.
By any measure, he had to go over.
"You go ahead. I have some personal business. Let Senior Sister and the elder know for me."
With that, he strode over.
After taking a few looks at the situation, he frowned. "I am Qin Tiancheng, a disciple of the Martial Sect and a member of the Qin family. May I ask what these relatives of mine have done? What warranted using Spirit-Sealing Handcuffs?"
Qiu Hong glanced at him sidelong, seemingly unwilling even to give him a proper look.
Someone beside him immediately snapped, "The Netherworld is conducting official business. Who are you to butt in?!"
Qin Tiancheng's expression darkened slightly.
Still, he did not argue.
Netherworld Messengers did indeed have the authority to say that.
He looked at Qiu Hong and cupped his hands. "Captain Qiu, we met at a banquet years ago. Could you do me this small favor? If members of my family have done wrong, I will discipline them myself. Since they haven't caused a major disaster yet, surely there's no need for such heavy-handed treatment?"
Although he had opened by asking what had happened, it seemed.
He actually already knew what had gone on here.
Qiu Hong finally spoke.
"Get lost!"
"What fucking