Stepping on Faces

The middle-aged shopkeeper helplessly raised a hand and pointed upstairs. "Up there. Let me remind you: that person is a marquis. You'd better take it easy. Don't let anything happen."

The burly man snorted. "So what if he's a marquis?" He did not dare speak too absolutely and charged straight upstairs.

The middle-aged shopkeeper did not even look at him, simply continuing with his own work.

As soon as the guard squad entered, the roast duck restaurant grew lively. The hall buzzed with chatter as people asked who had caused trouble upstairs this time, daring to provoke even this person. This was no small matter.

Very soon, word spread that four people upstairs had been pinned to the floor.

The first and second floors began to bustle with excitement.

Dole frowned and sighed. "They're here."

A sly smile appeared at the corner of Elreya's lips. "So what if they're here?"

Dole was rather speechless. This little girl was doing it on purpose.

He said, "No matter how many come, as long as none of them are level seven, they'll just keep lying there. There's no point."

Elreya was immediately speechless. She had forgotten that he was already level seven, a colossal figure among wizards.

The burly man arrived quickly. At the doorway, he saw his two younger brothers and their other two good-for-nothing drinking buddies. His expression immediately darkened. These people had been lying there for quite some time; clearly, the other party had never intended to let them get up.

He came to the doorway and peered inside.

The next moment, an overwhelming, irresistible force descended from the heavens and landed on him.

Without the slightest delay, the burly man ended up just like his brothers, pinned to the ground.

He was instantly horrified. With strength at the