In fact, everyone has become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Because in the city of God, many young people will have a follower by their side.

Among these followers, there are also strong men with the level of war saints.

but!

Without exception, all young people who have followers have a different identity.

Especially these followers are war saints.

after all.

A war saint is a top powerhouse no matter where he is.

so.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that these people were not poor people at all.

For a while.

The place fell into dead silence.

Snapped!!

But suddenly.

Loud slaps rang out one after another, breaking the atmosphere here.

"kindness?"

Everyone looked at it together, and their pupils suddenly shrank.

The fat man was seen slapping the two guards hard.

And he was merciless, with each slap hitting both of their faces firmly.

"ah……"

Less than five breaths.

The two of them received dozens of slaps and screamed in pain.

His face was swollen like a pig's head.

"We were wrong!"

"We are blind, please spare us!"

The two couldn't help but beg.

"wrong?"

"What did you do early?"

The fat man sneered and punched the two of them in the mouth again. Blood spurted out of their mouths and their teeth were shattered.

"Hard enough!"

The people around him were muttering in their hearts.

Although it is indeed the fault of the two of them, there is a saying that says that when you beat a dog, it depends on the owner.

These two people are the guards of the Trading Pavilion after all. Do they have to save some face for the Trading Pavilion?

certainly.

No one dares to say anything if they insist on beating them, but they can change places!

But right in front of the trading pavilion's door, doesn't this mean you're slapping the trading pavilion in the face?

How does this make the trading room feel?

The fat man retracted his arm, went back to block the door, and said with a cheerful smile: "I feel good now, apologize now!"

"After beating up the people in my trading pavilion, you still asked them to apologize. You are so majestic!"

But just then.

A rather gloomy voice came from inside the trading pavilion.

"It's the steward!"

The two guards trembled, looking inside the gate as if they had seen the rescue.

Qin Feiyang also looked up and saw an old man in black slowly walking out of the trading pavilion.

The aura exuded by this old man was so strong that Yan Wei couldn't help but shrink his pupils and said via voice: "He should be the Nine-Star War Saint."

"so what?"

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly.

"Step aside!"

The old man in black stopped behind Fatty and Mu Qing, glanced at the two of them indifferently, and said in a commanding tone.

"Are you in charge?"

"I came just in time. I was just going to ask, how do you discipline your subordinates in the trading hall?"

The two fat men did not move, looking at the steward coldly.

"I've been beaten and scolded, but don't you think it's enough?"

The old man in black raised his eyebrows and said.

"certainly."

"What we are injured is mentally. Mental injuries are not easy to recover from."

The fat man grinned.

The old man in black had a cold look in his eyes and asked, "Then what else do you want?"

"What do we want?"

Fatty and Mu Qing looked at each other and smiled.

The fat man said: "I want to ask, do we owe you money?"

"No."

The old man in black shook his head.

"Then why do you have a dark face when you show up, as if we owe you millions?"

"You know, we are the ones who are being wronged now."

"And you are incapable of discipline in the Trading Pavilion. As the person in charge, shouldn't you apologize to us first when you come out?"

"Or is this the way you treat guests at the Trading Pavilion?"

"If this is really the case, then I can only say that your trading room is really awesome."

The fat man held out his thumb with admiration on his face.

But anyone who understands can see that he is mocking the Trading Chamber.

The old man in black's eyes darkened.

Now, he has an urge to kill.

But he knew he had to endure it.

Because there are too many people present now, if we take action, the image of the Trading Pavilion in the minds of the world will completely collapse.

Although this is just a small thing, it has a huge impact.

"good."

"I apologize to you two on their behalf."

"But even if they are wrong, shouldn't you hit them?"

The steward held back his anger and said.

"Depend on."

"They all say they want to destroy us, but we can't fight back, can we?"

"Your Trading Pavilion is overbearing, right? Do you still think of yourself as the master of the Forgotten Continent?"

Mu Qing said angrily.

"kindness?"

The steward frowned, looked at the two guards, and shouted: "What's going on?"

"us……"

The two of them hesitated and couldn't say a word for a while.

"kindness?"
To be continued...