Soon.

None of the masked black men who came to sneak up the bodyguards were tied up.

"Sir Song, are you all right?"

At this time, the small official who was in charge of the post station did not even have rank appeared outside Song Yan's room.

"I'm all right!"

Song Yan took the tea and drank it.

"Sir, what happened tonight?" The small official's nervous face was that he welcomed the people of the bodyguard Bureau into the post station, but such a thing happened. Once Song Yan reported the matter to the public, it was a trivial matter to lose his official post, and maybe he would be...