"Where are those bandits?" Zhou Mu asked.

The mess on the table had not yet completely disappeared; some leftover food and three wine glasses were placed in front of Zhou Mu.

"Mountain bandits? What mountain bandits? I have no idea."

It's unclear whether Wu Yuan was genuinely confused or just pretending.

At this moment, Su Yuan turned his head.

Upon seeing Su Yuan, Wu Yuan was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect that this gentleman was the savior you brought."

Someone had previously informed him that the fugitive Su Yuan had been captured.

He simply didn't have the time, so he kept putting it off.

“You’re in cahoots with the bandits,” Su Yuan said through gritted teeth. “What a coincidence! Those bandits haven’t shown up for years, yet they entered the city right when my sister got married, and your soldiers didn’t even see them? And they went straight to the Ye residence.”

After Su Yuan finished speaking, Zhou Mu looked at Wu Yuan and said calmly, "I would appreciate it if the Prefect could give me a reasonable explanation."

"Oh!"

Wu Yuan gave a mocking laugh. "Since when have I needed to explain myself to others?"

He slowly increased the pressure in his palm, and with a painful howl, a bloody flash appeared, and Wu Yuan's body was now empty.

He stood up with a normal expression.

There wasn't a single drop of blood on him.

If no one had witnessed that scene with their own eyes, no one would have believed that a woman could have died so suddenly.

A strong, metallic smell of blood filled Zhou Mu's nostrils. Su Yuan also smelled it, frowning and thinking to himself, "What a beast who treats human life like dirt, utterly cruel."