I shall report it faithfully.

The captain swallowed hard.

Chapter 179.

Speak without spitting.

The guards encircled the tavern, compelling the bartenders, who were already preparing for the grand opening to cease their tasks.

They could only sit idly by observing the conversation between the guard captain and Fong Hao.

From a distance, the sequence of events unfolded as such, although I would testify on your behalf.

It remains uncertain how the situation will develop given that he is the son of the minister of internal affairs.

The guard captain sat on a wooden chair elucidating the recent occurrences crash.

Not far away, the inkeeper's wife while wiping a rough huneed ceramic cup accidentally dropped it to the floor and hurriedly bent down to retrieve it.

She had just been warning that the establishment across had offended a significant figure, the minister s son, resulting in their inability to open shop or sell their goods.

Before Fongo had even stepped outside, the minister's son had already been assaulted.

Now avoiding conflict seemed nearly impossible.

The sudden noise merely prompted a brief glance from the two conversing before they resumed their previous discussion.

How might this be resolved? Fongha inquired.

It's hard to say.

The lord of the city has delegated many matters to the minister for various reasons.

Consequently, his son.

The captain hesitated slightly.

You understand my meaning, right? Yes, I comprehend.

Fungho nodded in acknowledgement.

Before long, news arrived that the lord of the city wished to see them.

Fongghao and were escorted towards the lords residence.

Along the way, Ja curiously suggested, "Why don't we run? Run from what? We are in the right.

Besides, the city lord is not as formidable as you think.

There is nothing to fear.

Fong how replied quietly.

Sirill the city lord was merely a blue tier five-star hero.

In a confrontation, he might not even surpass Inja.

I'm not worried about you being in danger.

And Jar reiterated.

It's fine.

I have a teleportation scroll.

By the way, is the minister's son gravely injured? Yes.

Not dead.

Then that sac acceptable.

As they traversed the street, the duo arrived at the city lord s mansion.

In the hall besides the city lord serill, there stood a tall thin middle-aged man with curly hair.

City lord Fong Hao nodded in acknowledgement.

Have a seat, Mr.

Fong Hao.

Sirill invited as Fong Hao and Inja took their seats beside him.

My minister of internal affairs claims that your guards assaulted his son.

I would like to understand the situation.

Sirill began, his tone neutral, devoid of any discernable bias.

Indeed, however, the root of this matter lies with the minister's son, who attempted to take my steed and drew his sword when my guards intervened, Fongghao explained.

Bang.

The tall minister's face flushed with anger as he slammed his hands on the table, glaring at Fong Ho, and began to voseiferously reprimand him.

You barbaric country folk dare to assault public officials in plural city.

How audacious.

But mid-sentence he abruptly swallowed his words.

A beautifully crafted short sword resembling the crown of a tree was now pressed against his throat.

Speak properly.

If you spit again, I shall make a hole in you.

Fongo stated in a low, menacing tone.

The other party clearly did not come with the intention to reason.

Naturally, Fongo preferred a more straightforward approach.

All right, everyone, please take your seats.

Sirill spoke once more.

The chief of internal affairs took a step back, creating some distance before continuing.

My lord, how dare he brandish a weapon here.

It is utterly unforgivable.

Sirill frowned at him, silently, cursing the old man for being blinded by rage.

Do you see Fongo below? Is he afraid? He appears quite at ease, as if he were in his own hall.

Fonggho's identity had always been a mystery.

Within a single day, he had eradicated a long-standing bandit camp, which indicated that he must have a formidable army backing him.

Could one truly provoke him to wage war over your troublesome son and a mere city? Is that even feasible? Well, I look into this matter.

Both sides have made mistakes.

I will arrange for someone to treat your son, and we shall consider this matter settled, Sirill stated bluntly, dismissing the question of right or wrong with a mere stroke of his hand.

The chief of internal affairs furrowed his brow, ready to protest, but was met with a warning glare from Sirill.

All his resentment had to be swallowed down as he gritted his teeth and replied, "Very well, I shall heed the Lord<unk>'s decision.

Let this matter conclude here.

" "Haha, splendid, Mr.

Fong Ho, what do you think?" Sirill turned to Fong Hao, acknowledging that after all, this was Puer city, and resorting to violence was somewhat excessive.

I shall abide by the Lord's wishes.

Fonhow replied with a slight smile.

The matter that caused such concern for everyone was resolved so swiftly.

Sirill with his death diplomacy ensured that no blame was assigned.

Both parties bore fault.

The situation passed without further mention and of course Fong Hao was quite satisfied with this outcome as it was not his people who had been beaten.

The chief of internal affairs left in a huff while Fong Hao remained to continue.

My lord, I have taken a liking to a shop.

I would like to finalize the details regarding its price.

Oh, which one have you set your eyes upon? Sirill inquired with curiosity.

It's the one across from the Rose Tavern on Commercial Street.

Oh, there's still unoccupied shops on that street.

It seems your luck is quite favorable, Sirill remarked with surprise.

Perhaps that shop has been closed for 2 years due to offending the son of the chief of internal affairs, and no one has dared to purchase it.

Just earlier the land lady mentioned this matter but now it is of no concern.

The man has already been dealt with by Anja so there is no longer any issue of offense.

Bring him in Sirill called out.

A servant promptly enter my lord.

Please escort Mr.

Fong how to handle the shop's affairs.

Certainly Mr.

Fong Ho please follow me.

The servant led the two away to complete the shop as formalities.

The price was exorbitantly high, prompting Fong how to ponder whether he should establish a city solely for the purpose of profiting from real estate.

Truly, this was a remarkable opportunity for profit.

After completing the formalities, the funds must be delivered to the Lord's residence within 3 days, after which the property deed can be collected, thereby officially designating them as the rightful owners of the estate.