After another day's journey, Lin Qiye landed in Bian City and prepared to rest.
Bian City was almost the same size as Jiang City, but its security was much worse than in Jiang City.
The moment he entered the city, Lin Qiye noticed that many people were watching him from the shadows.
"Local ruffians and hooligans? It seems that the law here is not clear and bright..."
Lin Qiye sneered and ignored those scums who followed him, not diverting his attention to deal with them.
It was not the time yet.
When his strength was enough to crush them, he would come back to the city commander's mansion and chop off a few heads.
Lin Qiye shook his head, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
He raised his head and looked around.
He was about to walk into a restaurant to get something to eat when he suddenly heard a tender cry for help.
"Lian Yi, run!"