Zuo Feng hadn't reacted yet when he felt a very mysterious force under his bottom, and then he floated up and landed heavily on the ground.
Turning his head, he saw the old man looking relaxed, leisurely leaning against the back of the chair and glancing at Zuo Feng from the corner of his eye. The chair, where Zuo Feng had just sat, was still perfectly placed there; he had been kicked away directly, and this force surprisingly did not affect the chair below him. The subtlety of this force was unprecedented to Zuo Feng.
While secretly clicking his tongue in his heart, he couldn't help but recall the old man's words earlier. Upon entering such a city, one subconsciously assumed it to be a grand city like Yan City, forgetting that this was formerly "Chaotic City," where there really wouldn't be any curfews.
