The sudden appearance of an angry mob at the gates of the Beast Appraisal Association obviously scared everyone else away. Those who were brave enough stood far away, pointing at the mob as they whispered among themselves.
"My good men, let's go. Do not frighten our citizens." Zup Wentang extended an arm to lead the way.
Since he had put it that way, the others had no choice but to give him.
Being stubborn wouldn't change anything.
Outnumbered twenty to a hundred, only idiots would charge the enemy head-on.
The opposing faction's leader looked grim before finally saying through gritted teeth, "Steward Zuo, I hope you've thought it through. Our city lord won't just let things end this way."
"This way please." Zuo Wentang didn't seem bothered by his words.
