The four hundred men behind them swiftly unslung heavy crossbows from their backs. They nocked their bolts, drew the strings, and aimed their weapons at the people of the City Lord's Mansion.
In response, about three hundred archers from the City Lord's Mansion appeared on the courtyard walls, aiming down at the Tiger Roar Assault Team soldiers below.
The tension in the air was so thick it was suffocating. Even the distant onlookers, hiding and watching the spectacle, didn't dare to breathe.
Li Houlin sneered, "Third Young Master Ling, what will it be? Are you going to talk this out properly, or..."
Uncle Fu, who had been sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed as if in meditation, suddenly moved. His motion was as swift as lightning. His body blurred, leaving only an afterimage in the air, and he abruptly appeared before City Lord Li Houlin. His withered hand clamped around Li Houlin's throat, and his aged voice was filled with an icy chill. "Don't court death!"
