MC - Chapter 70: I'm an Agent, an Agent of Poverty

Without standing on ceremony, when that Warden opened his mouth to ask if he was a spy, that was the most dangerous situation out of all that Chen Chao had experienced in his lifetime. The current danger was even more terrifying than encountering those demons deep in the mountains outside of Tianqing County. It was even more of a headache than when accidentally falling into the encirclement of demons when hunting demons.

The Warden in front of him was one of Great Liang Dynasty's handful of Nepenthe martial artists; a truly powerful figure. No matter how arrogant and domineering the foreign cultivators were, they would probably have to show some restraint in front of him too.

If the probing right at the start when he entered was just to see how much capability Chen Chao had, the questioning at this moment genuinely had some killing intent aroused.

The study was normal, but once killing intent arose, the entire study was no longer ordinary.

Chen Chao said before that the Great Liang Dynasty would not kill him just like that, because they had to consider what the world thought. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that these notions were very idiotic; idiotic to the extreme.

In the end, he was too idiotic.

The Warden in front of him could kill him at any time. As for how to explain after killing him, it was actually very simple, it only needed the word spy. It was obvious who the common people of Great Liang Dynasty would choose to believe, Chen Chao or this Warden.

At that time, he kept having a voice in his heart that kept tempting him to say a different answer. It was as if so long as he gave the answer that was different, he would be completely free of his present predicament. But after struggling for a long time, Chen Chao still said no.

Just as he said the word, heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

Killing intent dissipated and the pressure disappeared too. The Warden became that heroic man who looked ordinary again, but was actually not ordinary.

This place was the study room and not hell.

The Warden quietly

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Martial Cultivator Chapter 70: I'm an Agent, an Agent of Poverty

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