If you spot any traces of Master Batian, report to the City Lord immediately.
Seeing the officer somewhat frightened, Fat Dragon lifted his head arrogantly and yelled, "That's right, are you scared? Apologize to us now, and we can forgive you. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
Fat Dragon was drugged and beaten by someone earlier and was seething.
"Don't listen to their nonsense, what kind of a man is Master Batian? How could he possibly go to a place like Yihong Courtyard and fool around with women without paying? That's hilarious." A haughty voice rang out, followed by a woman in red armor flying out.
"Wow, Brother Batian, a stunning beauty! She's mine." Fat Dragon excitedly watched the woman in red armor in the sky.
The woman was about twenty years old, had an oval face, bright and lively eyes, and a Spirit Weapon Long Spear in her hand. The armor she was wearing was also a Spiritual Artifact, strong enough to withstand attacks from Golden Core Stage masters.
