One three eight left, leaving without the slightest trace, as if he was as light as a cloud, leaving no footprints behind.
Yet Mo Yuantu and He Bibiqu's faces turned green like the bottom of a pot!
"He's rebelling!"
He Bibiqu was furious, slapping the table with his palm: "A minor Dark Guard, so rude to me, I must find his superior for an explanation! Such serious disrespect, how could we take it lightly, I, He Bibiqu, must kill him!"
Seeing He Bibiqu's outburst, Mo Yuantu, who had wanted to flare up initially, instead had to console him: "Lord He, there's no need to lower yourself to the level of such a minor person."
"No! I must teach him a lesson! If not, how can I save face!"
After many attempts of trying to soothe He Bibiqu, finally, the three men including Mo Yuantu walked out of the government office, looking gloomy.
They sighed, full of resentment but found nowhere to vent.
"Did we come here just to comfort He Bibiqu?"
Madam Mo's words were icy cold.
