Yang Ge, impatiently, lifted his eyelids again, his eyes emitting a fierce light, "Is it that I’m not speaking human language, or do you not understand human language?"
Tang Xiong met his gaze, only to feel a chill down his spine, his throat kept surging, but he dared not utter another word...
In the past, those old fellows at the royal stables were scared of Yang Erlang like a tiger, and he always thought they were overreacting, considering Yang Erlang as reasonable, easy to talk to, and respectful towards the elderly...
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized... damn it, those old geezers were right!
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This bearish thing, being afraid is right, not being afraid is wrong!
Without saying a word, Tang Xiong bowed and turned to leave, his mind in turmoil as he muttered to himself, ’It’s over, it’s truly as that little bastard of the Shen Family predicted, the last iron lock that restrained the tiger has broken, the tiger is going to eat people...’
But then he almost felt a shameful delight... If they are all like this, shouldn’t those inhuman things be dealt with ruthlessly?
...
At dusk, the attendant welcoming guests outside suddenly shouted loudly, "Guests have arrived, Zhao Xiaohong of Yuelai Inn with relatives and friends!"
As he knelt in front of the memorial hall and dozed off leaning against Yang Ge, Zhao Miao rubbed his sleepy eyes, asking in confusion, "Who has come? The boss?"
Yang Ge, expressionless, turned his head to look outside the memorial hall, only to see Zhao Hong, dressed in an overly thick homespun garment disguised as a commoner, timidly entering the memorial hall escorted by Shen Fa and Nangong Feiying, both also in disguise.
Meeting Yang Ge’s cold gaze, Zhao Hong cringed and forced a smile, "Shopkeeper, I, as a little attendant of the inn, should by all reason come to pay respects with incense and bow my head, shouldn’t I?"
No one would believe it, but he truly was mentally prepared to be beaten before entering the city.
Yang Ge stared at him expressionlessly, watching him drag his stiff steps toward the memorial hall, one step at a time. Suddenly, his gaze softened, and he nodded slightly, "Not bad, this shameless vigor, seems about right."
Zhao Hong chuckled and bowed, forcibly smiling, "I’ll take that as a compliment then!"
He lowered his eyelids, silently watching as the three men took turns stepping forward to light incense and bow their heads.
Shen Fa was the last to step forward to light incense and bow. Afterwards, he turned around, gently patted Yang Ge’s shoulder, and whispered, "The spirit of the old man in heaven surely wouldn’t want to see you like this now..."
Yang Ge sneered, "Is it that you don’t want to see me like this now?"
Shen Fa nodded, "Yes, I don’t want to either..."
Yang Ge remained silent as he continued to place each piece of money into the fire pit.
Just then, Flea briskly walked into the memorial hall, seeing Zhao Hong, Shen Fa, and Nangong Feiying inside, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
But the next second, he casually greeted the three with a fist wrap, and took two steps at once to Yang Ge’s side, whispering something into his ear.
Yang Ge, having heard his words, was stunned for a good ten seconds or so, then, without lifting his head, pointed at the three men in front of him and said, "Louder, let them hear!"
Without hesitation, Flea immediately said, "Latest news, Yang Zaixian from Guizhou, unable to bear the oppression and humiliation from the government, has audaciously raised an army to rebel, and thirty-two chieftains from the southwest have joined in response..."
Inside the memorial hall, it suddenly went silent.
After a few moments, Shen Fa suddenly cried out in shock and anger, "The southwest? Impossible! How could it be the southwest?"
Zhao Hong’s expression also changed drastically in an instant, he glanced at Flea behind Yang Ge, then back at his own companions, Shen Fa and Nangong Feiying, and burst out laughing out of sheer anger, "Excellent, you all are really excellent!"
Yang Ge mechanically continued to place the paper money into the fire pit, faintly uttering three words, "Get out!"