"Ye Xiwen, what are you trying to do? This is the Clan Affairs Hall! If you really cause trouble, not even your master will be able to protect you!" Seeing the killing intent flickering in Ye Xiwen's eyes, the Head Steward of the Clan Affairs Hall, held in his grasp, cried out in alarm. He was no longer anything like his former lofty self.
Ordinary people who were summoned by the Clan Affairs Hall might as well have received an invitation from the God of Death. Which one of them did not tremble in fear and wail to heaven and earth? Yet Ye Xiwen was the exception. Not only did he dare resist the Clan Affairs Hall's summons, he even dared confront the Head Steward of the Clan Affairs Hall on the spot.
He was simply lawless and blind to all rules, relying on his status and on the fact that the Clan Affairs Hall seemed not to have completed all the proper procedures in this matter. Because there were some irregularities, he dared make a mountain out of this molehill.
If they had captured him earlier, it would have been one thing. Then they could have dealt with him however they pleased—who would listen to the words of an imprisoned man? But instead, he had been seized by Ye Xiwen, and the situation had immediately reversed.
Previously, he had thought Ye Xiwen's claim that he would make a scene at the Clan Affairs Hall was merely an indignant outburst. But now he no longer dared think so. Even the Head Steward of the Clan Affairs Hall had been caught in his hand like a chick. What else would Ye Xiwen not dare to do?
The Clan Affairs Hall had its reasons for dealing with Ye Xiwen, and Ye Xiwen