Fang Qingyu looked at the ordinary face at the door, etched with deep wrinkles, someone he'd once encountered at the Old Soldier Tavern.
And above his head, those three glaring, scarlet characters: [???].
Even with his composure, he couldn't help a slight start.
Old Master Hong Qitian... actually invited this person?!
Just to interrogate a few Tier Two scum.
This lineup... really seems to overestimate those beasts.
However, this astonishment was instantly replaced by a huge sense of relief.
With a presence above Tier Four personally taking action, there was absolutely no worry about extracting the truth.
"Thank you for the trouble."
Fang Qingyu stepped aside to clear the way, his voice low and solemn, "I haven't asked for your name yet?"
The hunched old man strolled in with a cheerful demeanor, moving leisurely, as if just out for a post-meal walk.
