The crowd stayed in front of the shopkeeper, all somewhat surprised.

The shopkeeper couldn’t help but rub his eyes and looked at Feng Xiangdong. He’s indeed seen many people who can’t find their wallet when it’s time to pay the bill.

But never did he expect that someone as dashing and graceful, like someone from a wealthy family, would pull such a stunt.

This was truly beyond the shopkeeper’s understanding.

"Hey... look at you!"

Dongyun Yu seized the opportunity: "If you don’t want to treat, just say so. After all, money doesn’t grow on trees... we understand you don’t want to spend, but don’t make it so obvious. We’re all brothers, it’s no big deal... I’ll cover this!"

Dongyun Yu spoke loudly, smacking his chest with bravado and a particularly generous tone: "It’s on me, it’s on me! This time is on me."

He spoke especially loudly!

With an expression that viewed money as dirt!

After speaking, he turned to Feng Xiangdong: "Pfft, don’t invite if you have no money, pauper! Don’t pretend to be what you’re not."

Feng Xiangdong, the rightful eldest son of the Feng family, was so enraged he was trembling, his fingers quivering: "Dongyun Yu, you... you damn...!"

Dongyun Yu was unfazed by the insults.

Mr. Dong had heard similar curses countless times; this was nothing new to him, and he took it to heart.

He casually paid: "No need for change!"

He slapped his wallet onto his chest with a smack: "I have money!"

Feng Xiangdong foamed at the mouth: "...I’m done for... I’ve never suffered such a humiliation in my life!"

"Forget it, forget it... don’t stoop to his level, as the saying goes, if a dog bites you..."

Qiu Yunshang kept advising: "Let’s find the wallet first."

Fang Che suppressed his laughter and asked Feng Xiangdong: "Besides money, was there anything else in it?"

"There were also three of our family’s Wind God Blades. They can’t be lost..."

Feng Xiangdong’s countenance changed.

Firstly, for identity representation, secondly, as a secret weapon, thirdly, they were life-saving trump cards.

If they were lost, Feng Xiangdong felt it wouldn’t just be a skinning when returned.

Because the Wind God Blade is carved with the Feng family’s unique hidden weapon cultivation lines and methods.

"When was it stolen?"

Feng Xiangdong scowled tightly, replaying every step from the Inspection Hall to here clearly in his mind.

But no matter how he thought, he couldn’t recall anyone approaching him.

Especially not someone reaching into his arms and taking his wallet, which he held as dear as life.

Moreover, the wallet... was connected to an untraceable strand of Heavenly Silkworm Silk.

If it’s claimed to be stolen.

Even Feng Xiangdong wouldn’t believe: how oblivious would one have to be?

"I didn’t even sense a hint of malice!"

After awhile, he couldn’t think of a single clue, Feng Xiangdong felt a bit panicked.

Fang Che was also pondering.

Since everyone ventured out together, retracing the path as a steady flow, passing through his mind.

A sudden white-eyed gaze slid across his mind.

Fang Che frowned immediately.

He said: "Follow me."

Then led everyone out of the tavern, instructing Ye Meng: "Wait with the children across the street."

The four of them then entered the bookstore again.

At the door, the lean old man kept his head down, rolling his eyes upwards to look as the four entered, then his eyelids slammed shut.

Fang Che stopped before entering, right in front of the old man, courteously saying: "Senior, a companion of mine dropped his wallet in your store earlier, it would be appreciated if you could ask around. We will reward graciously if found!"

The old man rolled his eyes again, saying: "A wallet dropped? How can you be sure it was dropped here? You said the wallet dropped in my store so it did here? If you claim to lose a wife here, should I find one for you? Ridiculous!"

Dongyun Yu and others also felt puzzled.

Looking at the old man’s state, Dongyun Yu felt he could send him flying several cubits with a fart.

He’s so old and decrepit, with no trace of cultivation aura, could he actually steal from Feng Xiangdong?

Fang Che smiled at the old man.

The old man was equally defiant, asserting seniority and rolling his eyes at Fang Che.

"Senior, just return the wallet, and there will be no trouble."

Fang Che said.

"I know not of any wallet!"

The old man retorted angrily: "I open my shop’s door, if anyone walking in demands a wallet from me, can I still run my business?"

Fang Che nodded: "So you refuse to hand it over?"

"I don’t know how to hand it over?"

The old man stiffened his neck.

"Alright!"

Fang Che flipped out his patrol credentials: "Guardian Southeast Headquarters conducting an investigation, I suspect you’re associated with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, an undercover spy in Donghu State, come with us!"

Speaking, he grabbed the old man’s shoulder.

The old man was stunned: "Are you being unreasonable? I can’t produce the wallet, and you... Help, help, see how the Guardian is oppressing the innocent with power..."

Fang Che flipped his other hand, a shimmering gold Life and Death Order shone brightly in his palm.

"We are the Life and Death Group, we don’t handle reasonable matters, we are tasked to kill."

He smiled: "Old man, shout a few more times, and I will deem you truly a spy, trying to use public resentment to force the Guardian into your secret schemes! Then I’ll take lethal action!"

With a clink!

Fang Che drew his sword, its gleaming blade hovered at the old man’s thin neck.