“Stop this instance!”
Like the wind, a red and white youth entered the room. A hint of sneer hung on his windblown face.
“Interesting, a fraudster cult actually came to my place. This Blue River Region is certainly being controlled.”
The Publicity Envoy was startled. “Sire, may I know who you are?”
“Thank you for asking, I am your father.” Wang Lu held back his impulse to directly kill that person and replied with a fake smile. Before the villagers, he hoped that he could solve the problem peacefully, but it was hard for him not to vent the burning anger in his belly. Therefore, he channeled it through his eyes as he stared that Publicity Envoy.
However, this Mr. Zhou, who was sent here by the Seven Stars Sect, wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Although his legs had turned somewhat soft and felt his bladder numb under Wang Lu’s stare, his face was still calm. He ignored the opposite party’s rudeness, turned around and began to address the crowd.
