“……” Manager Yu didn’t want to say anything else. Li Hao continuously name-dropped “martial uncles”, “Southern Fist”, “making things tough”, and “trusting the director”. In reality, those two hadn’t made a peep. She understood there was no room to negotiate. “Await our signal!”1

The woman vanished on the spot.0

He Yong chuckled on the city walls and transmitted to Li Hao, “Kid, do you lie at the drop of a hat without even breathing hard?”6

“I did that for my martial uncles.” Li Hao grinned. “Not to mention, I want to see how strong Director Hou and the others are. They aren’t weak. Even if Light Sword joins the skirmish, I think they have a chance of holding the battle in the outer city. Martial Uncle Hong simply needs to suffer some consequences when he unseals himself some, can’t Director Hou and Inspector General Kong do the same?”0

He Yong didn’t respond. The group of them stood silently on the city walls and waited for the Silver Moon authorities to make their move. They did indeed need to be careful—Hou Xiaochen was too cunning...0