The logging camp.
Hundreds of Embroidered Uniform Guards held Embroidered Spring Sabers, each bristling with murderous intent.
The loggers stood bewildered, while the merchants lined up in a row.
Panic gradually spread.
Suddenly.
"Are your damned eyes blind?!"
A furious roar rang out from the towering overseers' building.
Then a large procession strode over.
Its leader was obese, but his bearing was imposing, and his narrow eyes were dark with menace.
"God of Wealth."
"God of Wealth."
Not only the loggers but also the merchants of the Southern Borderlands bowed with utmost respect.
One of the Eight Immortals serving the governor!
The man who controlled the purse strings!
The God of Wealth was beside himself with rage, his voice and expression equally fierce:
"You've delayed our progress. Do you know your crime?"
"Whose men are you? Tell him to go to the Governor's Residence immediately and apologize!"
The governor was His Majesty's trusted commander, while the Embroidered Uniform Guard were the hawks and hounds His Majesty kept!
And the Embroidered Uniform Guard dared blockade the Golden Phoebe Logging Camp?
Water Skimmer sneered, swung an arm in a wide arc, and slapped him.
Smack-
Before everyone's eyes, the God of Wealth crashed to the ground, his fat face rapidly reddening and swelling.
Everyone around fell silent as cicadas in winter. Dozens of men from the overseers' building seethed with fury and openly channeled their inner qi.
"Good. Very good!" The God of Wealth's eyes nearly split with rage, and the immense humiliation made his lips tremble.
Even if the logging camp's affairs were reported to the Forbidden City, His Majesty would dismiss the charges. They would remain perfectly safe!
But this slap would be repaid a hundredfold!
"Summon the King of Hell!" the God of Wealth screamed himself hoarse.
Yet when