These people were the Guards of King Wutong, so they naturally were sent out for a mission, which was why they were here. As for the people in the inn, they were prepared to fight them here.
Maybe since their strengths were similar, everyone was waiting for a chance.
However, the current situation wasn't right. Lin Fan was the sh*t-stirring rod. Although the sh*t-stirring rod was a rod, what it was stirring was still sh*t.
He remembered when he was in school, due to him being naughty and playful, the teacher called him a sh*t-stirring rod in front of the whole class.
Not only did he not feel sad about it, but he also felt fortunate that the teacher liked him.
After all, he was the rod and not the sh*t.
They stared furiously at Lin Fan, and anger flashed in their eyes. Even the name of King Wutong didn't scare them, was there something wrong with their brains?
"Yi!"
