The two bodyguards hesitated, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
At this time, the scribe who had accompanied Hui Wenzu to the teahouse walked to the entrance and nodded towards the bodyguards outside. He then gestured for Zheng Fan to enter. The bodyguards heaved a collective sigh of relief and retreated. Zheng Fan stepped forward and walked into the teahouse.
Inside, Hui Wenzu was sitting at a tea table. When Zheng Fan entered, the scribe personally shut the door.
Once the door was closed, Hui Wenzu immediately stood up and walked briskly towards Zheng Fan, like an enormous ball of flesh rolling towards him, even bringing gusts of wind with it.
Zheng Fan knew Hui Wenzu was probably furious. Regardless of his own status, Hui Wenzu was unlikely to allow Hutou City to continue in its current chaotic state.
Hui Wenzu reached Zheng Fan and stopped. Just as Zheng Fan was bracing himself for an angry rebuke from Hui Wenzu,
"You, well done!"
"What?"
