Chen Yuan's gaze was indifferent, but to the middle-aged man, it seemed somewhat contemptuous, which involuntarily aroused some anger in him. Yet, looking at the Black Cloud Clothing adorning Chen Yuan's figure, he dared not erupt in the end.
The man was very clear about what the Heavenly Patrol Bureau represented.
"The Lord also mentioned the incident took place at noon. By now, those bandits have long since escaped without a trace. The Lord should be in pursuit, rather than inspecting for traces here," the middle-aged man murmured sotto voce, moving his lips.
Chen Yuan swept his calm gaze over the middle-aged man:
"Who do you think you are, daring to obstruct the work of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau?"
After gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man revealed his identity:
"No offense, but I must warn you, this place is connected to a certain official in the Prefecture City. I do not wish to have any conflict with you, but don't push people too far."