Lin Dong's subordinates would also be very sensible in showing respect and trying to please the town mayor.

In the eyes of cultivators, there is no difference between acquired and innate talents; they are all ants.

Wu Dalang doesn't care about the life or death of ants!

The law of the jungle prevails over the weak; it's just the rule of nature.

The fact that these patrol teams in Lindong oppressed or even harmed the town's residents was not a big deal.

However, if someone commits a crime in Bitter Sea Town, and the person who killed is the patrol team leader, then it's a different story.

This is tantamount to publicly slapping Wu Dalang in the face...

If the murderer cannot be apprehended, the other residents of the town will lose their respect for him.

Therefore, Wu Dalang ordered a thorough investigation...

The murderer must be found within three days.

Chu Tianyao quietly watched as a patrol team walked towards the martial arts school.

There was no sign of panic on his face.

"So quickly, someone tipped them off?"

"Or is it that this town has completely decayed, and the other members of the patrol team also know about Lin Dong's group's actions?"

"In any case, Tang Nairou will be taken in for questioning..."

Chu Tianyao raised an eyebrow slightly. "As long as she doesn't admit it, there's no danger for the time being."

"It's just that Tang Nairou is too soft-hearted. If she doesn't experience some setbacks... it's hard to say whether following me with such a 'saintly' mentality will bring me trouble."

"Let her suffer a bit first, it'll be a lesson for her."

Fengyun Martial Arts Hall

Tang Nairou was practicing her punches on a wooden stake when a group of patrol team members burst through the door.

Tang Nairou felt a tightness in her chest, but she didn't show it on her face.

The leader was Li Jun, the captain of the patrol team at the south gate. He walked straight to Tang Nairou and said, "We received news that you are related to Lin Dong's death. Come with us."

Tang Nairou looked at Li Jun and slowly said, "I have no grudge against Lin Dong, and his strength is even above mine. What does his death have to do with me?"

Li Jun nodded. "What you said makes a lot of sense."

The next moment, he suddenly made his move.

A short knife swiftly stabbed towards Tang Nairou's throat!

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Tang Nairou had no time to think.

She retreated swiftly, and at the same time, the dagger in her hand flashed silver, and with a "clang," she barely managed to block Li Jun's short knife.

Both short swords and daggers are short weapons, and both are designed for fast-paced combat.

The two figures moved swiftly across the open space in front of the martial arts hall, their movements intertwined like two ghosts.

The dagger and the short sword clashed repeatedly, each strike accompanied by the distinctive metallic clang that echoed through the empty training ground, sounding particularly jarring.

After a dozen or so moves, Tang Nairou's dagger was knocked from her hand...

Li Jun's dagger was already pressed against her throat!

A streak of bright red blood ran down Tang Nairou's fair neck.

Li Jun stared coldly at Tang Nairou. He only needed to exert a little force to sever her throat.

"Come with us..."

And so, Tang Nairou was taken to the town jail by the patrol team for interrogation.