Chapter 483: Chapter 128: This Spear Is Called Netherworld! [Ten Thousand Words]

Or just slap them directly.

"This is Baiyun State! Don’t interfere with official duties! I don’t care what position you hold elsewhere, but here, you must follow the rules!"

Mr. Fang directly shoved everyone in front of him out of the way without any regard.

Even if they were Emperor Level, he’d push them just the same.

"I am the Hall Master of Bai Pingzhou’s Guardian Hall!"

"Get lost! Does Bai Pingzhou have authority over Baiyun State? Wait until you get transferred here to talk! Are you trying to interfere with official duties? If so, make a move and let’s see."

"You!"

This Hall Master’s nostrils flared in anger: "It’s not impossible for me to be transferred to Baiyun State!"

"Do you know who’s the War Hall Master in Baiyun State?"

"Yuan Jingjiang! So what? Did he send you? I must..."

"Bullshit! Yuan Jingjiang wouldn’t dare fart in front of me! Who do you think you are? You think you can get transferred... go ahead and try! I’m asking you one last time, are you going to step aside?"

Mr. Fang pressed his hand on the sword hilt, eyes sharp, ready to draw his sword.

The Hall Master’s face turned purple like an eggplant, he was so angry he was breathing heavily, but with Dong Changfeng and other high-ups present, he didn’t dare act rashly.

With a cold snort, he twisted his face and stepped aside.

Fang Che ignored him, with a frosty expression, barging in: "Move! Move! Are you blind? Didn’t you see I just scolded the Bai Pingzhou Hall Master away and you’re still blocking? You there, arrest..."

Before he finished saying arrest, the people in front of him backed off.

The Bai Pingzhou Hall Master was snorting white air out his nose in anger like an old bull.

Behind Fang Che, members of the Deacon Hall Two were all feeling vindicated.

Following Mr. Fang is just too satisfying.

They didn’t have to give face to anyone.

But thinking about it, it’s understandable: Mr. Fang doesn’t even care about Chief Zhao Shanhe, what’s this compared to that?

For such a badass person to be a bit rough and rude, what’s the harm?

This kind of leader, who always hustles for his subordinates, is unanimously welcomed by all subordinates.

Mr. Fang has a face as thick as a city wall, and resilience like a cow’s hide, having long cultivated being impervious to swords and spears. Doing such unreasonable work is like second nature, as effortless as lifting a finger.

Barging in aggressively all the way to the innermost part, Mr. Fang didn’t even blink.

Then, pointing at the restaurant, Fang Che started commanding: "Everyone stand with your backs against the restaurant, protect Hongyun Restaurant at all costs, don’t let evildoers seize any opportunity."

"Yes! Will complete the task decisively!"

"Even if ten thousand troops come, they must complete the task!"

"Yes!"

The people nearby were speechless.

With this sea of people around, all of whom are on our side and top experts, does Hongyun Restaurant really need protection from you junior stewards?

It’s utterly shameless.

But seeing these guys take the most advantageous position, no one dared to speak up.

First, this guy is too unreasonable, second, it’s his turf, third...up on the restaurant, who dares to cause trouble among the Cloud City?

All of Fang Che’s people stood tall, chests out.

In the crowd, over two hundred people from the Baiyun State’s Deacon Hall One couldn’t even find a place to stand in the outer circle, looking wronged.

They kept looking at their Chief Steward.

Why can’t Mr. Lei be like Mr. Fang?

So frustrating...

Today, this bunch from Hall Two is sure to gain a lot, even their overall strength will probably improve greatly. Whereas we might be in trouble...

The shorter ones were being lifted off the ground, moving as others moved, with no ability to act on their own.

In such a situation, gain something?

Gain what lace?

Over there, Steward Fang had already started directing, standing high up, eyes coldly scanning around, shouting fiercely: "Silence! Stand properly! Why are you squeezing?"

His voice was stern and fierce.

Everyone instinctively followed his command.

Evidently, just with this push, Mr. Fang had already completely established his authority.

...

On top of the Hongyun Restaurant.

In the top hall, several large tables were pushed together to form a big table, with over a hundred people sitting around it.

Dong Changfeng sat at the head seat, Meng Hejun at the second, Song Yidao at the third, Gao Qingyu at the fourth, then Old Man Shen, Huang Yifan, Chen Ru Hai, Fan Tiantiao... then the Hall Masters, Vice Hall Masters from other states...

Listening to the chaos below...

Expressions on Gao Qingyu and the others were odd, they recognized Fang Che’s voice. They just didn’t expect this student from the past to now be so awesome in the Guardian Hall.

Song Yidao’s face was burning.

Bai Pingzhou’s Hall Master said somewhat mockingly, with a forced smile: "Master Song has quite a few fierce generals under your command."

Calling them fierce generals naturally implies unruly and impolite warriors.

Song Yidao hadn’t spoken yet, someone else objected, Old Man Shen said displeased: "Master Wang, what? You, as the Hall Master of Bai Pingzhou, want to meddle in Baiyun State’s affair?"

Master Wang was dumbfounded, what did I do? Wasn’t I talking about Song Yidao? Why is someone from Baiyun Martial Academy jumping out?

His face darkened: "Old Shen, this..."

"What’s this?"

Old Man Shen stood up, pointed, and cursed: "A dog meddling in a rat’s business, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. They’re on official duty, what crap business is it of yours? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Master Wang was instantly flustered.

What did I do? How did I end up getting cursed?

Old Man Shen glared with slanted eyes, angrily said: "What are you staring at, got something to say? Just say it to me!"

A Hall Master beside him tugged on Master Wang’s sleeve, quietly: "Sit down, don’t provoke him."

Master Wang had an expression like he had eaten shit, sat down with a dark face, only feeling a wave of grievance in his heart, saying: "I didn’t say anything..."