"I'm sorry, respected Mage, I originally thought you were a mercenary as well. Please forgive my disrespect," apologized the security chief as he dispersed his Fighting Qi, bowing respectfully towards Nian Bing.
Nian Bing preferred to keep his identity concealed, but showing it seemed the best move to avoid trouble. He gave a small smile and pointed at the mid-aged man lying on the ground. "Take him away if you don't want him to die."
The security chief motioned to his subordinates who quickly moved forward to carry away the unconscious man. He then turned to Nian Bing with a confused look, "Sir Mage, since you are a member of our National Mage's Guild, could I perhaps ask to see your identification?"
Nian Bing slightly furrowed his brows, "Is that really necessary?"
The security chief glanced at the Ghost Carving gripped between Nian Bing's fingers and nodded, "I'm afraid it is necessary. I owe the members of our Mercenary Guild an explanation."