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After Hwang Jin, the Young Master of the Golden Manor Merchant Group leaves with his people, all gaze pierce at the fellows of the Dang Clan.
" Why are they glaring at us that way?" Dang Juro asks as he looks around.
" Well, when a little fish begins to relate with the big fish, the middle fishes begin to feel threatened." Diana replies.
" But don't worry, they wouldn't make any bold move for now, just focus on the Festival." She adds with a cunning smile.
" So that's the Dang Clan huh? they look weak and disgusting, why have they not been thrown out of this festival?" An elderly man around his mid fifties says from the second floor as he looks down at the Dang Clan fellows.
" Well, there are rules we can't just bypass you know?" Another elderly male around the same age replies to him.
" Aren't we the ones who make those rules though?" The First male says.
