With Xu Pei leading the way, Yi Yang changed into the official uniform of a Heaven Patrol Office director before walking into the front courtyard at an unhurried pace.
The five representatives of the major factions were already waiting in the courtyard, staring at one another.
They had never expected Yi Yang to dare leave people like them waiting outside like this. He clearly had no regard for their factions.
There was Zhou Tao, the Wei Family's chief steward; Leng Sheng of the Green Snake Gang; Steward Xue of the Mo Family; a new face from the Three Lakes Gang; and the young scholar from the White Fish Merchant Association.
They stared at Yi Yang from the moment he entered, but none spoke first.
Yi Yang walked over to the table and sat down. Raising his eyelids, he swept his gaze around them and said with a smile, "Sorry for the wait, everyone."
His tone was mild, as though he had not deliberately left them waiting outside.
The corner of Zhou Tao's eye twitched.
They had waited nearly half the time it took to drink a cup of tea before this old man finally sauntered out.
Before last night, Zhou Tao would have cursed him out and left long ago. But he had witnessed Zheng Haitao's head being smashed apart last night, and recalling the family head's instructions before he came, he could only swallow his anger and say with a smile:
"Not at all. You're a busy man, sir. We're in no hurry."
Even he felt a chill after saying those words, but there was nothing he could do. The family head had told him to show this old man respect.
Zhou Tao's words drew the other representatives' gazes toward him, and they thought:
*Why is this old dog