"You—"
The guardian's question rendered Zhan Beicheng speechless once again.
It was not that he thought he could not handle Camp Zhan Yun, but he hated it when the guardian called him "Deputy Lord". He hated always being subservient to Zhan Beiye.
Now that Zhan Beiye had returned to their plane and his life was in jeopardy, Zhan Beicheng had already taken over Camp Zhan Yao.
He was obviously the Lord of Camp Zhan Yao, but many people still believed that Zhan Beiye was the Lord of Camp Zhan Yao and that he was nothing in comparison.
It was not a good feeling! It reminded him that he was not even the Deputy Lord all these years. People only addressed him as such out of respect for Zhan Beiye.
"Good, very good! Tell Qian Jiyun to wait!"
Since he could not see Qian Jiyun, he did not want to waste any more time here. He flicked his sleeve at the guardians and left with his men.
