"I don't have the energy for that."
"You and Murong Longxiao should handle this kind of thing."
"I only look for you guys."
Xiao Chen said flatly.
He didn't have that much time or energy.
"Yes!"
Lin Xueyuan and Murong Longxiao nodded in agreement.
Then, Murong Longxiao looked at everyone coldly: "Which bastard is Yagyū Jirō?"
His voice was full of vigor.
It was like a thunderclap.
Yagyū Jirō was so startled that he fell to the ground.
He couldn't even kneel steadily.
Not only that, a pungent smell filled the entire office.
This guy, actually lost control of his bladder.
Scared out of his wits.
The samurai around him were even worse, some directly fainted with rolled-up eyes.
Passed out cold.
One can imagine.
A low-grade noble clan can already handle them easily.
Now, it's the superior grade noble clans of the whole provincial city, the middle-grade ones, and the low-grade ones coming together.
Only the Qinghuang Sect hasn't come.
How could they not be terrified?
