"You should be glad that this is the imperial capital of Great Xia." Zhou Shu looked at the middle-aged man indifferently.
The middle-aged man frowned, not understanding what Zhou Shu meant.
He didn't know that if they weren't in the busy streets in the capital, Zhou Shu would have sent him flying with a slap.
How dare a mere ninth-rank martial artist be so arrogant in front of me?
I've even killed a fifth or sixth-rank martial artist before, okay?
"Superintendent Zhou, you're a smart person. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. It's your choice!" The middle-aged man didn't understand what Zhou Shu meant, nor did he want to understand what Zhou Shu meant.
As he spoke, his fingers crackled, indicating their threat.
Zhou Shu's lips curled up slightly as he sneered in his heart. "Is that so? I want to see who's so arrogant."