Cheng Xiong’s subordinates were already wrapping up their search. One after another, they informed him that they hadn’t located anyone.

Cheng Xiong weighed his remaining options. The only place that hadn’t been searched yet was this bed.

He clasped his fist and said, “We still need to search the bottom of the bed. I’m sure Lord Eleven won’t mind.”

Zu An frowned. “What are you implying, General Cheng? Won’t I know immediately if there’s someone under my bed?”

He was a golden-token envoy, after all. If such a simple task eluded him, he would be an absolute joke. Furthermore, the other party had made the request despite knowing the abilities of golden-token envoys. It was really too much.

Cheng Xiong chuckled. “I’m not implying anything. However, Lord Eleven has been injured, so your perception might not be as sharp as usual. Let us search underneath, so that Lord Eleven can rest easy.”

He did not wait for Zu An’s reply,...