Just as Lu Chuan was about to kill Yuan Hun, a shout stopped everyone in their tracks.
"Stop, no one move!"
Yuan Hun turned his head, impatiently saying, "Who is it, spoiling my fun, huh?"
However, when he turned and saw the figure, he was instantly terrified, sobering up quite a bit as his drunkenness faded away.
"Old Zhao, why have you come yourself?"
The man who spoke was the caretaker of the mansion, his hair white as snow and his face full of wrinkles, appearing to be almost seventy or eighty years old.
He had been with the old City Lord for fifty or sixty years, the most trustworthy and important person by his side.
Basically, in the entire City Lord's Mansion, the old City Lord was first, he was second, and only then would the new City Lord come third.
Old Zhao hurried over, his elderly frame moving urgently.
He rushed forward and pushed Yuan Hun to one side.
"You beast, do you know what you are doing?" Old Zhao shouted angrily.
