Xaun Hua bowed to the city lord before taking his leave. When he shut the door behind him, he let out a pent up sigh. He did not envy Zheng Guo when it came to the relationship between him and the city. The string of deaths within the city were indeed a little suspect. The fact that everyone who muttered rebellion against him seemed to drop dead after muttering the words seemed to point fingers at the city lord. Though Zheng Guo rarely ever left his estate for anything, he could have someone working against the city in his stead.