Bab 874: Good For Nothings

Dozens of guns snapped and loaded the moment the middle-aged man slammed the table. The guns pointed towards Huo Changfeng, Chen Ming, and the stewards in the hall as though they would shoot the moment the middle-aged man gave the order.

Huo Changfeng expressionlessly raised his hand and clapped while nodding. "Where is the evidence of our illegal dealings, huh?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. He did not expect Huo Changfeng to be able to remain calm at a time like this. Sure enough, there was something wrong with their dealings.

He sneered softly. "If you insist on seeing the evidence, it can be arranged. Just come with me and you will naturally get to see it."

"Who do you think you are?" Chen Ming did not want to listen to any more of this bullshit. How could he threaten the chief steward? It was absolutely intolerable.