Quiet.
No one had expected that, in the gap between the two opposing sides, such a self-important old man would suddenly pop out and interject with those words.
But after only a few breaths of silence, the crowd erupted.
"Damn, old man, who are you?"
"Taking advantage of a crack to wedge yourself in, huh? A mediator... I think you've just set your sights on this cushy tea-serving job and want to profit off the middleman's price difference!"
"Damn it, I can be the mediator too! Old man, get down here. Putting on that calm, unruffled face—who doesn't know the little schemes in your heart?"
"Yeah, yeah! Weren't you just behind me in line? How did you squeeze past? Get back!"
"Come back!"
"Get over here!"
A whole crowd shoved and jostled their way forward, and the scene instantly spiraled out of control.
Even with the City Lord's Manor guards watching from the side, everyone still surged forward in a mad scramble, relying on the principle that the law could not punish the masses.
As if they feared that if they were one step too slow, Young Master Xu would be persuaded by that old man and they would lose their target job.
"Don't push me... Ouch, don't step on me—that's my hand! The back of my hand... Wah!"
Xiao Wanfeng, nearly Shattered by the torrent of people, was knocked straight to the ground.
After painfully threading his way through the gaps and scrambling to a spot at the side, he stared at the suddenly chaotic situation with a lost expression.
"This is mine..."
His face crumpled, and his whole person sagged. "He was almost about to agree to me..."
"Stand down!"
Seeing a large number of people get knocked to the ground in an instant, Fang Zheng immediately roared.