Chapter 391 - Tuoba Liufeng (1/2)
Translator: StarReader
Editor: Elitecoder
“You know you’re wasting time, so why are you still here? If you run late and the young master isn’t satisfied, I for one can’t suffer the consequences and you sure as hell can’t either!”
Flicking his sleeve, Zhuo Fan strutted forth. He might as well go with the flow and take the play as far as it took him.
The Quanrong grew tense. [This outrageous thing is afraid of his young master? This clan must have harsh rules, with experts in droves!]
[So much so that the steward who has such godlike power isn’t of high status in the clan and has to cater to the young lord’s whims?]
Everyone knew the strong ones in the clan were revered and even the Clan Head watched his tone around them, let alone the young master.
[From the sound of it, he isn’t much in the clan. But what does that make his clan, an abomination?]
Pff!
Yongning and Yun Shuang shared a sneaky smile and the people hid their joy.
All of Tianyu knew of Zhuo Fan by now, a steward in name yet the de-facto leader of the Luo clan in the Clan Head’s absence. Only gooks would actually fall for his antics.
And the Quanrong were shaking in their boots.
With the intel and their numbers, they figured they’d boss Tianyu around, with no house or clan messing with them.
Reality proved otherwise, however. They’d just met a servant who was a Profound Heaven expert while their steward was a godlike freak capable of doing anything.
Case in point, didn’t the steward wipe the floor with their general’s mount?
It was by this clan’s grace that they weren’t dead already.
The Quanrong slumped, losing their haughty air. A handsome youth even cupped his hands, “My subordinate was too impulsive and I apologize for the trauma he caused!”
[Thugs on the outside yet pushovers at heart.]
His attitude earned the contempt of everyone. Be that as it may, having the delegation apologize for its transgressions was enough, no?
Tell that to Zhuo Fan. He never once looked at them, treating them like air as he turned to Yun Shuang, “What are you standing around for? Back to shopping!”
[Ridiculous!]
Zha Lahan’s eyes spat fire, his fists tight.
The princess snickered inside, yet not quite content with how subdued the drama was. She wanted it blown sky high and pointed at the Quanrong, “Steward Zhuo, how are we to do that when they’re blocking the road?”
Zhuo Fan eyed her for a second, picking up on the glint in her look.
[Perfect timing. Let’s get those guys to act and get a feel of the situation, shall we?]
“Hold on while I deal with this!”
Turning a cold look to the Quanrong, he walked over, “The imperial capital’s main street is for walking, not parading your pets. Anything on all four, out!”
“What did you say?”
Zha Lahan snapped, his muscles tightening like steel, his body primed to explode any minute.
The youth next to him turned glum. Zhuo Fan was treading on thin ice.
The Quanrong were beast-rearing people, they’d lived all their lives among them. Asking them to throw their beasts out was like demanding them to give up their advantage and pride. The answer was an obvious no.
The eight houses’ people on the second floor snorted.
Most of them had first hand knowledge of Zhuo Fan’s style. He’d even steal candy from a baby. No low was beneath him. He’d wrung them off of all dignity and still act like the sore loser.
Per Zhuo Fan’s m.o., he’d first taunt his victim so he’d act in self defense leading them to strike first. The result? [Of course beating the crap out of you, all while standing on the moral high ground. Let’s see if anyone can top that!]
How many innocent victims had fallen under Zhuo Fan’s malignant thumb, with nowhere to vent their loss and were forced to suffer in silence?
Everyone knew that. Zhuo Fan’s infamy was practically built on it. Exceptions being the Quanrong, the new guys, the fresh meat; falling for it hook, line and sinker.