บท 3903: It Doesn’t Matter

The City Guards scrambled in a hurry and brought the City Lord to get treatment. The Captain of the City Guards ordered some of his men to clean up the mess on the ground, then he left with them. Everyone on the street couldn't help but look at each other. 

No one could figure out what was going on. They thought that the beautiful woman in red and her companions would suffer, so who would have expected that it would be the City Lord who got his arm severed? Yet, no one dared to lay a finger on those three people. 

The vendors moved their stalls and started selling things again. The scent of blood in the street gradually dissipated. It was as if nothing had happened before.

On the other side, Feng Jiu, Leng Hua and Leng Shuang came to another street and entered a shop that sold toys for children. Leng Hua asked with some confusion: "Master, since that monk is from the Myriad Buddha Sect, why didn't you ask him about it?"