"The authority figure has issued an order, he's to rest well today and won't see anyone," the thin-faced guard shouted.
"Hurry back, the authority figure won't meet with you," the guard with a dark face waved his hand.
"Did he say he wouldn't see anyone, or just not see me?" Ye Xiong asked.
"What's the point of asking so clearly, if the authority figure says he won't see anyone, then he won't see anyone."
"Move along."
The two guards were getting impatient.
Ye Xiong's expression darkened as he said coldly, "What if I insist on seeing him?"
Shua shua!
The dark-faced guard quickly pulled out a gun, pointed it at Ye Xiong's head and shouted, "Who do you think the authority figure is, that you can see him just because you say so? If you dare barge in again, believe it or not, I'll blow your brains out."
"Forcefully entering the authority figure's sickroom with ill intent, even if we kill you, we wouldn't face the slightest trouble," said the thin-faced guard.
