"Banquan Longma, what do you mean by this?"
Li Zheng used the Star Thief to come to the room where Banquan Longma was, looking at the Nihong Country youth surrounded by people, seemingly protected but actually coerced.
Banquan Longma's expression was more miserable than crying: "Mr. Li Zheng, would you believe me if I said I was forced?"
Believe?
Of course, I believe!
Li Zheng's gaze focused on the tachi placed on Banquan Longma's neck. With things like this, what is there not to believe?
"Everyone, this matter has nothing to do with our Room N. Can you let us leave first?"
On the other side, Cheng Tianpu and more than a dozen of his subordinates were also surrounded by a group of Nihong people dressed in black and masked, with various weapons ready.
One of the black-clad masked Nihong people stepped out and spoke: "For now, we ask for your patience. Once we deal with Li Zheng, we will naturally let you leave safely."
