The scene suddenly fell silent, and a look of astonishment appeared on Zheng Shaohua and the others' faces. Their attention finally shifted from Ye Chen to Ye Tianyun who was standing behind him.
Neither Zheng Shaohua nor his associates like Tian Hu had ever felt so humiliated.
After all, they were investigation officers specially dispatched from Yanjing, and even if they didn't hold the Imperial Sword, they were still considered major figures from the Capital City. Wherever they went, they were treated with utmost respect. Could someone actually dare to humiliate them like this?
"Who are you? Is this a place where you should be? Who let you in?"
Zheng Shaohua's face turned a steel blue, and his tone became somewhat discourteous.
"Who am I? I am just an ordinary merchant," Ye Tianyun said with a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth, speaking indifferently.
"A merchant?"
Zheng Shaohua mumbled unconsciously, a gleam of realization flashing in his eyes.
