Among them, thirty percent were common people, some were quite well-dressed men, likely stewards of wealthy noble clans, but most wore the Vermilion Clothes of the Ministry of Punishment personnel, each bearing injuries. Although the middle-aged man was thin, he had a large frame that could thoroughly shield Wang Anfeng.
Now taking a step to the left, Wang Anfeng was immediately exposed. Across the world, whether in Great Qin or beyond, most men loved gazing at outstanding beauties, especially those with exceptional talents and looks. Countless people stole glances at the huntress-clad, heroic young girl, their gazes naturally dropping to the bewildered face of Wang Anfeng.
The martial soldiers of the Ministry of Punishment were initially startled. The one leading them was familiar, Hu Bu, who had previously taken away a corpse from Wang Anfeng's guest room. Recognizing Wang Anfeng, he proactively clasped his hands and greeted warmly:
"I have met Mr. Wang, the Divine Doctor!"
