Tyrant Heaven Battle Team, Hua Meixi

Smack!

Suddenly, Shang Fu swung a vicious slap across Nu Guang's face. "Nu Guang, you've questioned Junior Sister Gongyang again and again. I'm fucking sick of it. Get lost. You don't need to stay by my side anymore."

Fuck, just how formidable was Sikong Jing's background? Whatever, he should make his stance clear first.

Nu Guang was slapped senseless. Clutching his face, he wore an expression uglier than if he had eaten shit. Weren't you all saying the same thing just now?

Next, people from the other factions came over one after another to apologize to Gongyang Ying.

Some even slapped themselves. In the end, only the people from Way of Heaven Academy and Holy Dragon Academy had yet to come forward and apologize.

It was not that they did not want to apologize, but that they could not swallow their pride.

Thud, thud, thud...

At that moment, heavy footsteps sounded from outside. Everyone instinctively looked over to see two middle-aged men striding in. They recognized them both—they were also stewards.

One of the middle-aged men asked in confusion, "What are you all doing?"

"Steward Huang, it's like this..."

Guo Zixia hurriedly stepped forward and recounted what had just happened. Then he carefully asked, "Does Sikong Jing really have a powerful background within the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce?"

He was actually quite convinced of it himself. Otherwise, how could Sikong Jing have risen so quickly?

Steward Huang was likewise in charge of the War Martial Region, and he was well acquainted with Guo Zixia. The latter hoped to pry out specific information so he could figure out how to deal with Sikong Jing, this enormous trouble.

"Uh..."

Steward Huang froze, while the corner of the other steward's mouth twitched wildly.

At last, Steward Huang replied, "He has a fucking