Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi rushed out of the room as if their butts were on fire, their faces contorted in a look of wanting to cry but finding no tears, stammering, "Steward Fang, Steward Fang, this matter is no small thing... this..."
Fang Che stood firm on the stairs, not turning his head, speaking softly, "Brother Zhao, Brother Zheng, I am going to patrol Southeast City. Let's... meet there. I hope you both will vigorously assist in eradicating the Demon Disciples!"
Though the voice was soft, it was resolute.
The black large cloak billowed.
Steward Fang's long legs stepped down the stairs one by one.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Each step echoed on the stairs like war drums being beaten by soldiers about to march into battle.
Suddenly, the entire hotel fell completely silent!
Numerous gazes filled with respect watched as Steward Fang walked calmly down the stairs. Everyone couldn't help but straighten their postures and then simultaneously bowed.
