Concession

The Supernatural Forum's forcefulness honestly caught Yang Jian a little by surprise.

He had never expected that even Sun Rui, a person in charge who had flown here on a private jet, would not be permitted to land. Ye Zhen, their leader, had not even shown his face, yet his subordinates dared to drive people away without hesitation, giving no face at all. It was as if they did not regard anyone else as worthy of notice.

Although Yang Jian also disliked other Ghost Tamers entering Dachang City, the city under his jurisdiction, he would never act so overbearingly that he would not even let someone get off their plane.

At that moment, he stared at the man before him, dressed in sunglasses and a trench coat, looking like some Big Brother-type figure, and asked, "What's your name? Are you from the Supernatural Forum?"

"You can call me A Wu. I'm an administrator of the Supernatural Forum. This airport falls under my management. If Mr. Yang has any questions, you can ask me directly," the man said gravely.

"A Wu? A fake name, huh? Heh, you really are cautious."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. "I don't know much about the people from the Supernatural Forum. I've met a few before, but their way of doing things was nowhere near as distinctive as yours. What, has this airport been taken over by the Supernatural Forum now? You won't even allow a private jet carrying people in charge from Headquarters to land?"

"I'm not trying to belittle you, but you're just members gathered under an ordinary private forum, an unrecognized existence. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to be this arrogant?"

A Wu lowered his voice. "Mr. Yang, this is how the Supernatural Forum operates. These are our rules. We do not care