The Storm Rises
Watching Fang Che's back, Zhao Shanhe's face was streaked with tears. He suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to submit a joint Blood Letter! Let's see who among you dares to follow me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"And me!"
"Come on, follow me back!"
Everyone departed like a whirlwind.
Though they knew it was like an ant trying to stop a chariot, they still had to give it a try! Fang Che walked along in his black uniform, its dark patterns shimmering and the golden stars on his collar gleaming. His uniform was immaculate, and he advanced with a Dragon Walk Tiger Step, striding boldly forward.
He was like a king inspecting the territory he had conquered.
Along the way, people in the shops and on the streets enthusiastically called out their greetings.
"Good day, Chief Fang!"
"Chief Fang!"
"Captain Fang!"
"So handsome!"
"..."
Fang Che's expression remained unchanged. He nodded and smiled at the people on both sides, his black clothes fluttering as he made his way toward Fang Wang Residence.
Watching him leave, the people behind him began discussing him animatedly.
"Chief Fang is a good official."
"Indeed. In my heart, Chief Fang is absolutely number one!"
"That goes without saying..."
"It's just that Chief Fang got off work rather early today."
Someone looked at Fang Che's back and said doubtfully, "He came back before afternoon."
"Heh... Are you afraid Chief Fang might get some rest? What a heartless person!"
"Where did that come from? I didn't say that. I was only mentioning it... Chief Fang can rest well. The better he rests, the better off we common folk will be!"
The man's face flushed as he argued desperately.
Guardian Hall of White Mist Continent.
Secret chamber.
Facing the black-clothed man before him, Wu