The color of a smiling face immediately darkened, angered yet again, he downed a glass of wine.
As time dragged on, five armored judges in purple arrived. Quickly, they placed the table of the smiling face outside.
Seeing a missed opportunity, Xiaofeng couldn't help but look up at the sky, admiring the mayor: "Stop! Perhaps you and I are destined for such fate, why waste my energy!"
Again, the five purple-armored officials put their hands on the table, injured; Xiaofeng knew it was difficult to break the table and immediately fell onto a cold road.
"Give it back to me!"
But the next drink exploded, flying into his ear.
With eyes wide open, Xiaofeng found that the man's voice was actually proud.
Ao Cangsheng looked at the five judges in dark purple robes and said, "Don't you know it's a bar? I asked you to resign and listen to me?"
The five officials in purple armor of course knew where the master of the Holy Temple was. That was what they didn't understand.
