Tong Fengchao furrowed his brow slightly, unsure how to respond. He suddenly realized that this whole mess seemed like a muddy pit—one wrong move, and he'd be sucked right in.
Su Jianming sent him a voice transmission. "Commander Tong, these are all minor matters. Gong Xiuhua and Gong Dao Yi are father and son. Whatever friction there may be between them, it's their family business, and there's no need for outsiders to get involved. Also, Gong Dao Yi has urgent business he wishes to discuss with you in private. It concerns the supply and logistics of provisions, and he seems willing to make a donation."
The slight furrow in Tong Fengchao's brow smoothed away. Right. What did it matter if this was a muddy pit? He could just move the problem somewhere else.
"Enough. Fei Family's Fourth, and all of you, my army is passing through and will be temporarily stationed here. This place has now been requisitioned by my Tiger Fang Guard. You will all withdraw. As for the other matters, I won't be asking about them. Whether they're public or private, you'll have to deal with them later."
Tong Fengchao brought down the gavel.
As soon as he finished speaking, a line of golden-armored soldiers stepped forward and shouted in unison, "Please!" Their voices boomed like thunder on a rainless day.
Every one of these golden-armored soldiers had Yin Venerate cultivation, and each had honed their killing formations on the battlefield. Their killing intent soared to the heavens. Qu Ying, Qiu Dao Ming, and the other two immediately changed color.
"What a show of force!"
A cold voice cut through the clouds like a sharp arrow. With a pop, it punctured the momentum the golden-armored soldiers had built up.
As the words rang out, a young man with