At the vermilion gates, Gu Yang stepped forward with a faint smile and asked the two gatekeepers, "Gentlemen, may I ask whether Hao Mansion received a batch of furniture earlier?"
"Martial Academy disciple?" The two gatekeepers' gazes sharpened, and their expressions immediately turned grave.
"Don't know. You'd best leave quickly. An important guest has come to the mansion today, so don't disturb that lord's enjoyment." The two immediately shook their heads in reply.
"Don't know?" Gu Yang was left somewhat speechless. Was this a joke? How could the two men guarding the gate not know who had entered the mansion or what had been delivered?
No meant no. Since their answer had been "don't know" rather than "no," then...
Gu Yang immediately understood. He had not come to the wrong place.
The reason these two had answered that they did not know was merely because, as servants, they could not casually reveal the affairs of the mansion.
A faint smile curled over his lips as Gu Yang strode forward, lightly swinging his arm.
Bang! Bang!
Two sounds rang out. The two seemingly brawny gatekeepers flew backward at the same time, crashing into the vermilion gates with a thud.
Gu Yang stepped forward briskly without sparing them a glance, pressing one hand directly against the gates.
Then he shoved hard!
Boom!
A tremendous force struck the gates. One of the gate doors flew inward with a crash and landed in the courtyard.
Hearing the commotion, a crowd of servants surged out. Gu Yang moved.
Within only a few breaths, the servants had all fallen to the ground, curling up and howling in pain.
Although Gu Yang did not take these servants' lives, he did not let them off easily either.
After taking one of his punches, every last one of them