Published: November 30, -0001
On the arena, Qin Feng appeared calm, sitting cross-legged without a care for the opinions of the outside crowd.
In fact, he shared the same thoughts as everyone else.
Having provoked Qin Chen like this, if Qin Chen were truly a man, he could not possibly ignore it. No matter what, he would at least come to the scene to take a look.
At that time, all he needed to do was to provoke Qin Chen verbally, and he was confident enough that Qin Chen would be furious and come on stage.
When that time comes...
Hmph!
A cold smile curled at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth, with a glint of cold light in his eyes.
With this mindset, Qin Feng patiently waited.
The sun blazed fiercely.
The sunlight scorched the earth.
By noon, Qin Chen still had not appeared.
Could it be that Qin Chen won't come?
Should we send someone to check at Qin Chen's house?
Waiting like this won't work.
Some people gradually grew impatient and said loudly.
How long do we have to wait like this?
Even Qin Feng began to feel restless.
Others had chairs to sit on in the stands, with a place to shield themselves from the sun, while he sat cross-legged on the arena, surrounded by nothing but blazing sunlight. It was exhausting, alright?
Let’s send a few people to check; waiting like this is impractical.
Wei Zhen and a few others sat in a corner, their mouths drying out from waiting, all of them feeling anxious.
Soon, many martial artists left the Death Arena and headed towards the western city.
Since the night raid by Qin Yong, the location of Qin Chen's residence had already been exposed.
A group of martial artists came in an imposing manner to the outside of Qin Chen's residence.
Who dares to trespass here? Get back!
Before they could even shout at the door, a furious shout suddenly rang out, and a fully armed city guard team surged out from all sides, blocking everyone outside the residence.
The leader was none other than Zuo Li.
So, it's Commander Zuo Li.
Someone recognized Zuo Li and stepped out from the crowd, cupping his hands with a smile and saying, "Commander Zuo Li, there's no need to be nervous. We only came to see Qin Chen, and we mean no harm."
This person was also a disciple of a family in the royal capital and had met Zuo Li a few times, thinking he was quite familiar.
I don’t care what your intentions are. Step back! This is a private residence; without permission, no one is allowed to approach!
Drawing his battle knife, Zuo Li pointed it at the other party and coldly shouted, revealing a glint of cold light in his eyes.
The person did not expect Zuo Li to be so unyielding. Angered and shocked, he stumbled back, almost falling on his rear, instantly filled with shame and rage.
Zuo Li, what do you mean?
This person's expression darkened; he considered himself of high status, yet Zuo Li didn’t give him any face, making him lose a significant amount of dignity in front of everyone.
Zuo Li, you may be the deputy commander of the city guards, but we haven't broken any laws. What you're doing seems a bit inappropriate, right?
A young man snorted coldly.
He too was a scion of a prominent family in the royal capital, with a distinguished status that allowed him to stand side by side with the usual minor lords.
I don’t care what’s appropriate; if you don’t believe me, you can come and try it!
Clang!
The battle knife drew a line on the ground.
Whoever dares to cross this line, I won’t care who they are, I’ll take them all down! Zuo Li laughed coldly.
You dare?
Just a small deputy commander of the western city guards, acting lawlessly!
There are so many of us here; can you take us all?
I don’t believe this Zuo Li has the guts to act against our group!
People were enraged, and those who stepped forward sneered, taking a step closer with disdain on their faces.
They were all prominent figures of the royal capital, and Zuo Li, being just a deputy commander of the western city guards, a mere small official, dared to act against so many of them?
You’re asking for death.
Seeing that someone was ignoring his rules, Zuo Li suddenly shouted explosively, leaping forward, his massive hand reaching out to grab the leader.