Prefectural Governor

Zhao Ning's lips curled up as he said mockingly, "You only realized now?"

"You…" Little Zhou was about to explode and he drew his sapphire light sword to fight him.

Xiao Ran pressed his palm on his shoulder and met his puzzled gaze. "Let this be a lesson to you."

"Brother Xiao…"

"Stay here and be good." Xiao Ran interrupted him.

His face was expressionless.

"Drugging and injuring an envoy should be punished according to the law."

Zhao Ning said disdainfully, "He has already turned into a piece of trash. Do you think you can turn the tables around by yourself?"

The people outside rushed in and drew their swords. They pointed their swords at Xiao Ran and surrounded the two of them.

The die had been cast, and victory was within his grasp.