Lu Yan grabbed the burly man and led him outside the door, saying, "This person is making groundless accusations against the Martial Marquis. This is his fate."
He then tossed him on the ground like a dead dog.
The burly man's henchmen scurried over to help him on his feet, stumbled out of the crowd, and retreated like they were fleeing for their lives.
Lu Yan watched the direction they were fleeing in, his eyes dark and deep.
If one is marked with hatred, they cannot be let go.
But with two Martial Hunters there, it wasn't appropriate to make a move.
"Sir, the murderer hasn't been apprehended yet; we need to investigate further. We hope you can cooperate with the investigation later on," said one of the two Martial Hunters walking over.
"Of course."
Lu Yan nodded, then went to examine Zhou Xiang's injuries.
"Uncle Lu, my father's leg is broken, can it be restored?"
Tofu asked anxiously.
Lu Yan carefully inspected Zhou Xiang's legs.
