The crowd looked towards the General Tower Master, but saw that his expression remained calm, as if he was not angry at all.
However, everyone knew.
If this matter were true, then Fu An-shan would surely die a miserable death!
"You scoundrel..."
The Pavilion Master of the Trading Pavilion was also furious, his beard bristling and eyes glaring, as if his lungs would explode.
Swish!
Suddenly!
He stepped onto the high platform, and in public, slapped Fu An-shan across the face.
"Ah..."
Fu An-shan let out a painful scream, flying sideways, and landed badly bruised.
But!
He could no longer care about the pain, quickly scrambling up to kneel before the Pavilion Master of the Trading Pavilion, calling out, "My lord, I am innocent!"
"Kneel properly and shut up!"
The Pavilion Master of the Trading Pavilion bellowed, turning to Young Master Hao, and asked with a smile, "Is this true?"
Young Master Hao nodded.
