"Greetings to Marquis Yang!" Wang Zhongzhi came over and clasped his hands in a salute.
Yang Zhenshan sized him up, then turned to look at Lv Hua.
There was a ferocious scar on Lv Hua's face that added a fierce touch to what had once been an elegant appearance; his air of nobility had now turned to a ruthless aura.
Yes, ruthless; the ruthlessness in his eyes was unmistakable.
"I am getting ready to return to the Capital City!" Yang Zhenshan said bluntly, without any pleasantries.
Wang Zhongzhi nodded, "Does Marquis Yang have any arrangements for us?"
"No arrangements; you are free to leave at any time if you wish!" said Yang Zhenshan flatly.
In fact, he did not want to get involved with the Secret Martial Guards too much, neither in the past nor now.
To him, the Secret Martial Guards were synonymous with trouble, invariably leading to endless hassles once involved.
