It was one of the caravan's foremen that was whipping people the whole time. He sported a fiendish and overbearing look, which was out of place among the surrounding commoners.
"Stop!" Wu Mantian rushed over with two of his personal experts. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the foreman that was committing assault.
That person was a typical boorish beer belly. He was about forty years old and wore a washed-out dark blue robe. His image, at least, allowed him to put on airs of sophistication.
"Do you know who I am? You, a tiny Five Moon City City Lord, also dares to be insolent before me?"
Two level-10 experts stepped out from Wu Mantian's side. One of them grabbed the boorish beer belly and dragged him down from his horse in one move.
The boorish beer belly broke out into curses. "You're all revolting! I am Second Manager Qi of Northern Mo's State Uncle Zheng's Estate! Even you, a city lord, dares to manhandle me?"
