"Grandpa Tuan," Qing Xu looked at the source of the voice and spoke.
Behind Mister Tuan was a middle-aged man. Judging from the symbol on this shirt, he was one of the Sun Moon Trade Association's people.
"That's a..." The leader of the slayers paused when he saw the symbol on the man's shirt. No one under this sky did not know the symbol of the Sun Moon Trade Association.
"Should we arrest them too? Ouch!" A new slayer asked his leader, and he was slapped on his head immediately.
"Are you crazy? How dare you be rude to people from the Sun Moon Trade Association?" The leader scolded his people as quietly as possible.
"Eh? Yes, sir." The new slayer who heard it turned pale after he heard that. He had heard about the power of the Association, but he had never thought that he would get to see the real thing here.