Things had already come to this, and he still wanted an audience with Her Majesty?
At Yu Xiaogang's words, the guards froze.
Then they laughed.
"Have you really never thought about it? Why can't you enter Spirit Hall even with an Elder Token?"
"Because those are Her Majesty's orders. She also said, 'Does every irrelevant person who wants to see me get to do so?'"
What? Bibi Dong actually said that?
I'm an irrelevant person?
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang finally broke.
Until now, the reason he had persisted so doggedly was that he had treated all of this as Bibi Dong's test for him.
Now, it seemed it had been nothing but his own wishful thinking!
"If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
"With your strength, you aren't even worth us brothers hitting hard."
The guard waved impatiently, his face full of disdain.
Not worth hitting hard, yet you beat me into this state? Yu Xiaogang wanted to cry but had no tears.
He could truly be called the living embodiment of "not a patch of unscathed skin."
"If you'd told me the Pope's wishes earlier, why would I have stubbornly tried to force my way into Spirit Hall? And seven or eight times, at that..." Yu Xiaogang couldn't help complaining.
"What, are you blaming us?"
"I'm asking you, are you getting lost or not?"
Beside him, another guard raised his brows and roared gruffly.
As he spoke, he was already rolling his wrists.
"Get lost?"
"I, Yu Xiaogang, have some backbone. Rolling away is out of the question..."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and asked, "Would crawling do? In my current condition, rolling really isn't convenient..."
The guards said nothing, merely watching him quietly.
Yu Xiaogang also knew it was time to act. Leaving a long