Just then, a stretched black Rolls-Royce arrived.
A gentlemanly butler, dressed in a smart suit, got out of the car, exuding an air of long-held authority.
The deputy pavilion master hurried forward, his face sycophantically fawning, "Mr. Qin!"
"What has happened here?" Mr. Qin asked as he looked around at the bodies strewn everywhere, frowning.
"Mr. Qin, these people came to covet the Xia family's blood mine and I stopped them!" the deputy pavilion master said quickly, keen to take credit.
"You've done well," Mr. Qin praised, then his fierce gaze turned toward Ye Wudao and his group.
Emboldened, the deputy pavilion master bullied them, "Listen up, all of you! This is Mr. Qin, the esteemed butler of the Qin royal house, the second-ranked among the nine foreign kings of Dragon Country! Let me tell you outright, the Xia family's blood mine belongs to the Qin royal house!"
