Seeing Lin Xuankong question Young Master Huang Jiu,
it was not merely the high officials and nobles who avoided him as though he were a plague,
even the many officers beside Ding Ye deliberately lowered their heads. Not a single one spoke, and none of them dared look toward Lin Xuankong with even the slightest expression of dissatisfaction!
The pistols at those officers' waists seemed unable to give them even a shred of courage. When facing Lin Xuankong, that black-robed, ghost-faced man, they gave them not the slightest sense of security!
Just then,
among the many officers, Ding Ye suddenly stepped forward, cupped his hands toward Lin Xuankong, and said, "Immortal Master, this junior, Ding Ye, has some words he wishes to say to Immortal Master!"
Seeing Ding Ye act this way, Liang Yucheng, Ding Ye's adjutant, Wei Hong, and the others all turned pale, repeatedly shaking their heads at Ding Ye to signal that he absolutely must not provoke this black-robed, ghost-faced man at a time like this! Liang Yucheng even could not help tugging hard at Ding Ye's clothes, whispering, "Brother Ding, wh-why are you stepping out at a time like this?!"
Hearing Ding Ye's words, Lin Xuankong turned to look at the burly officer, over two meters tall, and deliberately said in an icy tone, "What? You fired eight shots at me in a row just now, and I have not even settled accounts with you. Are you afraid I might forget that you fired eight consecutive shots at me?"
When Liang Yucheng and Wei Hong heard Lin Xuankong say this, their faces turned somewhat green with fright. They both felt that Ding Ye's decision to step forward now was far too unwise! Yet at this point, Lin Xuankong was already looking their way. In their terror,