Yang Xiao glanced at the Citizen Hall entrance, inserted the ten-meter-long giant sword into the ground at the door, and walked in slowly.
The hall inside was simple, approximately four to five hundred square meters, with a central table and an old man leaning slumberly in his chair.
It seemed that the fierce battle that had occurred on Wealth Avenue had nothing to do with him at all.
Yang Xiao scanned the hall, not a single guard in sight.
"Ahem,"
Yang Xiao cleared his throat softly, walked toward the old man in the center of the hall, and stood in front of the table.
The old man continued leaning in his chair, snoring evenly.
Yang Xiao hesitated for a moment, gently tapped the table with his hand,
"Knock, knock, knock,"
The old man still did not react.
Damn, is this old man just here for the free meal?
So, Yang Xiao heavily slapped the table with his hand,
"Bang!"
