"Good. Very good. Then you just wait." Marquis Tianqi and Marquis Zhenjun shot a cold glance at Fan Hao, then another at Ye Xuan. With a flick of their sleeves and a cold snort, they turned and left.
Commander Long watched it all unfold with a sinister chuckle. "Fan Hao," he said grimly, "I see you're still stubbornly refusing to see reason, unable to grasp the way the wind is blowing. I believe it won't be long before you're no longer a commander of the city guard."
The group turned and left arrogantly.
Fan Hao's face was ashen. He knew that Marquis Tianqi and Marquis Zhenjun really did have some connection to the chief commander of the city guard.
If they truly managed to persuade the chief commander, he, a mere Vice Commander, would be powerless to resist their orders.
However, things having come to this, Fan Hao knew he had no other choice.
