The Martial Artist and the female commentator were cowed by Luo Feng's imposing presence. They looked at each other, speechless for a moment. They truly had not expected that this low-key man before them was actually their hero, Liu Yun.
"Sorry, Lord Luo Feng, we... we really didn't recognize Lord Liu Yun." The Martial Artist stammered his apology, sweat continuously rolling down his forehead. The female commentator's face was pale as well. She knew she had caused a huge disaster this time.
They did have some backing, or they would not have been assigned here to guard the gate for a peerless hero. But compared to Luo Feng, a rising new star, they were as laughable and insignificant as weeds!
Not to mention that, according to Luo Feng, there was an even greater figure involved—the Liu Yun who had returned against all odds. If this man truly was the savior Liu Yun, they would have no hope of promotion for the rest of their lives.
Luo Feng said nothing more. He would not let these two snobbish fools off and directly had his subordinates deal with them.
"Fire them. Never hire them again!"
Though his words were soft, they sounded like thunder in the pair's ears. Their faces ashen, they were carried away.
Then he turned to Liu Yun, a sincere smile appearing on his face. It was born of both their personal relationship and his admiration for a hero.
Whether publicly or privately, Luo Feng cared deeply about Liu Yun. He and his wife Xu Xin had sighed over it countless times. If not for Luo Feng, they likely would not have what they had today.
"Big Brother, is it really you? You're back! That's wonderful! We all thought you..." Luo Feng's voice caught slightly as he spoke, unable