Lu Xiao couldn't help but have veins popping out on his forehead at this moment.
"What a bunch of good fellows, cursing people as soon as you catch them, huh?"
I initially wanted to say that the offspring of the nine high-ranking members reported by Xuanyuan Xiaoqi might not be the same as their elders.
But now it seems that the old saying is true; dragons birth dragons, phoenixes birth phoenixes, and the son of a rat will dig holes.
All eight of these people were arrogant and overbearing.
It seems Zhai Tong didn't make a single mistake in identifying them.
"Zhai Tong, they cursed at me, and you have nothing to say?" Lu Xiao raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhai Tong.
I appointed you as Hall Master, shouldn't you defend me a bit?
Zhai Tong was startled but quickly understood Lu Xiao's intention.
He stepped forward and began slapping the faces of those eight people.
Two slaps each, going back and forth before stopping.
