When "Mr. An Nan" appeared at the edge of the blockade with his characteristic smile, both the sheriffs and the military were a bit stunned.
"You... Why are you here?"
Mr. An Nan, patting his belly as he walked over, still wore a pleasant smile as if he were not on a battlefield but in his own estate.
"Here, he almost got away."
The object he casually tossed, a human head that had dried out, hit the ground, causing a moment of shock.
"This..."
"My former 'loyal' servant, one of the selected candidates for steward and now one of the most wanted criminals on the hit list, has betrayed my trust and naturally has to pay a small price."
His smile remained calm, but at that moment, it seemed somewhat ferocious.
This scene surprised the officials present. It seemed a bit out of character for him, but upon further thought, it made perfect sense.
After all, if a businessman really had no self-preservation abilities or methods, he would be like a pig being raised by someone else.
