The Three-Killing Battalion's garrison was not far from the City Lord's Mansion.
When Song Yuming led a dozen or so people to the Three-Killing Battalion, he deliberately took a detour past the gates of the City Lord's Mansion.
As he passed, he laughed loudly, as though afraid Xiang Li would not hear him.
Provocation! Naked, brazen provocation.
However, when Xiang Li learned of this, he showed no reaction, merely shaking his head slightly.
"Shi'an isn't in a good mood right now. For Song Yuming to barge into him at a time like this...
"He's sticking his own neck into the noose, asking to die. Who could stop him?"
Song Yuming and his companions arrived menacingly at the entrance to the Three-Killing Battalion's garrison and barged straight in without the slightest hesitation.
The Three-Killing Battalion now enjoyed a formidable reputation in Windrise Stronghold. Wasn't forcing one's way inside like plucking a tiger's whiskers?
Seeing Song Yuming and his companions arrive in force, the passersby on the street all guessed that he would surely suffer a setback this time.
Although his father had now been restored to his former post, he was still a far cry from the Three-Killing Battalion, whose influence blazed like the midday sun.
To everyone's surprise, however, Song Yuming and his companions charged straight toward the Three-Killing Battalion.
The men guarding the entrance, all wearing Ghost Masks, not only made no attempt to stop them but actually stepped aside to clear a path, as though afraid of Song Yuming.
At this, Song Yuming grew even more carried away with himself. Laughing incessantly, he led the others forward, kicked open the Three-Killing Battalion's gates, and swaggered inside.
How could he have known that the moment he left the Song Family with his pack of dissolute friends and lackeys,