The two were walking down the street when the madman suddenly stopped, and Zhaozai stopped as well.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zai's cold voice came from inside the robe.

Although the two were at roughly the same level, the madman's perception was stronger than hers. He must have sensed something to make him do this.

The madman stared ahead as a figure emerged from the wind and rain. The figure wore a blue and white long gown and mandarin jacket, and carried an oil-paper umbrella. Although he was walking, his shoes barely touched the ground.

As they got closer, the two could see the man's face clearly. He had a side-parted hairstyle, squinted his eyes, wore retro glasses, and had a smile on his face. He looked very kind and appeared to be in his forties.

Of course, for cultivators, their actual age is definitely greater than their apparent age, and this is especially true for those at higher cultivation levels.

"Good evening, both of you." The man's voice was very gentle, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze. This man did not seem like a martial artist, but rather like a scholar.

However, judging from the expressions hidden under their hats on the faces of "Madman" and "Disasterbringer," it was clear that the person who had arrived was no ordinary individual.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Knowing that the other party might have ill intentions, [Madman] still had the mood to deal with them.

Looking at the now-stable Madman, [Zhaozai] was somewhat surprised; he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Deputy Director of the South City Branch of the State Security Bureau, you may call me Luo Chen." The man nodded politely.

After Luo Chen finished his introduction, neither of them seemed inclined to introduce themselves, and the room fell silent.

"So, would you two 'guests' from out of town like to come with me somewhere for tea, introduce yourselves, and have a chat?" Luo Chen extended an invitation.

"No need, we don't have the leisure for that," [Madman] refused bluntly.

While [Madman] was talking to Luo Chen, [Disaster] exhaled a breath of foul air and slowly approached Luo Chen with the help of the wind and rain.

[Zhaochao] remained silent and did not listen to the conversation between the two. He stared at the location of the turbid energy, which was about to touch Luo Chen.

As Luo Chen spoke, he made a gesture of brushing the dust off his body.

[Inviting Disaster] It was clear that the turbid air dissipated instantly because of this action. His pupils contracted slightly in disbelief, and he became serious about the deputy minister in front of him.

"People from Australia? I'm actually quite interested in you." As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Chen withdrew his hand, and a wave of air shot out from his sleeve, cutting through the rain and heading straight for [Disaster].

[Madman] reacted quickly and blocked the shockwave.

Luo Chen's attack wasn't heavy, and "Madman" easily blocked it. Even so, the aftershock still made the two of them take a few steps back.

"You want to fight us here? This isn't how the National Security Bureau operates." [Madman] looked around at the residential buildings. They were on the street, and if the two of them fought, it would definitely affect the people around them.

It was a negotiation, but also a threat.

"Of course not. This is just a reminder to the two of you and the person behind you." Luo Chen's tone remained calm, his narrowed eyes slightly opening, revealing an unyielding authority. "You must learn to know when to stop in everything. It's fine to do business, but don't get too involved."

Before the two could react, Luo Chen turned around and slowly walked away into the distance, disappearing from their sight.

When [Zhaozai] realized what was happening, he glanced at [Madman] beside him and noticed that his hands and body were trembling.

In her view, the behavior of the "madman" was not due to fear, but rather to excitement.

Sure enough, the madman's words confirmed his idea that disaster was coming.

"He's strong, I want to fight him." [Madman] clenched his fists, his eyes began to bloodshot, and a smile still lingered on his lips.

"There will be a chance, let's go." [Zhaozai] ignored him as well, but her tone was much better than before. She still couldn't afford to mess with [Madman] in his current state.

[Zhaozai] is right, there will be an opportunity, and then he will see what kind of person is behind that gentle and refined mask.

The two arrived at a hotel, a very ordinary hotel, and took the elevator to the top floor.

There is only one room on the top floor of this hotel; in other words, this room occupies the entire top floor.

The two walked into the living room, which took up a third of the entire house.

There was a man in the living room, lying on a recliner. He was about two meters tall, with his back to the two people. He was bald, had a standard square face, and was wearing a hotel bathrobe, but you could still see his well-developed muscles. A white Maine Coon cat with heterochromia was lying in his arms.

The Maine Coon seemed displeased by the arrival of the two men, meowing twice until the man stroked its fur with his large hand to soothe it, at which point it nestled back into his lap.

The two men knelt on one knee, placed their hands on their hearts, and respectfully addressed the man who was stroking the cat's fur.

Baihu remained silent, and the two recounted what had happened.

"As expected of the God Lord, Nancheng is indeed a good place," Baihu said calmly after listening to the two.

“That Luo Chen…” [Zhao Zai] asked with some concern.

Baihu didn't stop what he was doing. He just paused for a moment before laughing and saying, "Don't worry about it. Let's just focus on our business. The rest will be taken care of."

The two didn't ask any further questions, simply said "yes," and left.

White Tiger got up, holding the cat, walked around the outdoor pool, and looked down at the city, this sinful city.

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