That evening.
A large force of Eastern Factory agents surrounded the gates of the Upper Right Office in Road Pavilion, hands on their sabers, ready to charge inside.
Hundreds of Strongmen from the Upper Right Office poured out at the commotion, gripping their sabers as they blocked the agents.
The two sides hurled abuse across the steps. The sound of blades being drawn rose one after another, and the situation hung on the brink of explosion!
"This is rebellion!"
A shrill, hoarse cry rang out, like a rooster being strangled. Huang Jin, director of the Eastern Factory, rode up wearing the Vermilion Four-Clawed Python Robe beneath an ink-black satin cape. Furious, he roared, "Is this still an office of the Court? Are you still the Sovereign's Embroidered Uniform Guard?"
At his shout, the Eastern Factory agents reacted like bullied watchdogs that had finally found their master. They drew their sabers half a foot and stepped forward together.
The Upper Right Office's Strongmen cared nothing for who had arrived. They likewise drew their blades and raised them, stepping forward together with their eyes fixed on the agents before them.
Every savage face seemed to say, Come on, then! If I don't hack you to death today, your granddad must have raised me!
What the other offices of the Embroidered Uniform Guard were like... was hard to say.
But the Strongmen of the Upper Right Office had followed Yang Ge in cutting down third- and fourth-rank provincial officials, fighting tens of thousands of Japanese pirates, and receiving cheers from citizens lining the roads and seeing them off for ten miles. Their spirit had long since changed!
They dared come bullying them on the Upper Right Office's own doorstep?
They were asking to die!
Huang Jin's fat face turned purple with rage. Veins