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Lin Yan was truly on pins and needles.

"I am only a Ninth-Rank martial artist, why must I face such an Upper Sixth-Rank expert?"

He could not understand how Changhe Prefectural Capital could get itself into such a mess.

A Silver Ten from the Heavenly Wolf Guard had fled from the Capital, and it would have been one thing if he simply refused to return to the Rong tribe, but to come here to Changhe Prefectural Capital and slaughter the Ironclad Department?

What kind of action was this? Retribution?

"It seems Director Yang really struck the Heavenly Wolf Guard hard, but it's a pity these old bones of mine will have to take responsibility here."

"If I had known, I might as well have stayed in Green Mountain City and waited to retire…"

He glanced at Huo Dong beside him and found that this Second Division Director, whose combat power was not particularly high, was unusually composed today.

A trace of admiration showed in Lin Yan's eyes.