Hearing Huang Xiaolong’s brutal response, the little cow clamored in anger, “Bratty Huang, how could you say that no one would want these old bones? Any part of my bones is good enough material to refine a top grade grandmist spiritual artifact!”

Han Tongfei’s face turned darker than the pot’s bottom as he saw Huang Xiaolong and the little cow squabbling among themselves, while completely ignoring his presence.

“Punk, are you Huang Xiaolong?” Han Tongfei went on icily, “We suspect that your subordinates are harboring escaped convicts. Since you’ve returned, you can take a trip with us.”

The moment Han Tongfei finished his words, Huang Xiaolong’s figure disappeared in a blur, and appeared right in front of him.

Han Tongfei was startled and leaned backwards due to reflex. He tried to say something but felt a sharp pain in his chest. In the next second, Han Tongfei realized...