CLANG!
The teacup slipped from the Advisor's hand, shattering on the floor!
Zhao Decang jumped, so startled that the vermilion brush flew from his grasp, leaving a streak of red ink in the air!
"Wh-what's happening?!" Zhao Decang's face was ashen. He darted behind a support pillar and shouted, "Who goes there?!"
The Advisor scrambled under a desk, peeking out with half his head while trembling. "Wh-who's causing such a ruckus outside?! How dare you act so insolently before the Government Office!"
Zhao Decang's panic subsided slightly, but a flame of anger ignited in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly.
'Is it one of those jianghu ruffians here for the Heaven-Ascending Run?! Is there no law and order left?! Do they really think this Anhe Government Office is their private training ground?!'
When there was no response, the City Lord's mind eased. 'It seems they're not here to kill me,' he thought.
