At the corner of the alley.
Ren Feng lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the middle-aged man outside: "Has anyone been following us?"
The middle-aged man shook his head: "I haven't noticed anyone."
Ren Feng fell silent for a moment: "Could I have guessed wrong? They're not coming for me?"
Middle-aged man: "Since you already suspect those Jinling Guards, why not just let me deal with them?"
Ren Feng's expression darkened slightly: "Those few cannot be touched. The moment we act against them, it will bring even greater trouble."
The middle-aged man frowned: "Who exactly are they?"
Ren Feng glanced at the middle-aged man: "One is the eldest son of Prince Weiyuan, one is the grandson of a former Commander of the Five Armies, and another is the grandson of the leader of the Imperial Guards. The others aren't ordinary either."
The middle-aged man fell silent, then asked in confusion: "What are these people doing here in Liaodong?"
