"Halt! What do you think you're doing!" a tall soldier with a vicious expression roared at Uncle Fu, acting as if he hadn't seen the large contingent of elite troops behind him.
Inside the carriage, Ye Zi frowned. "There's no way they don't know who we are. How dare they intercept us?"
Ling Xiao said lightly, "Our arrival affects their interests, so of course they'd find us disagreeable."
Uncle Fu didn't say a word. Ling Wu strode forward from the rear, shot the soldier a disdainful glance, and barked, "Get lost! Are you fucking blind? You think a piece of trash like you can block the Viscount's carriage? If you want to be someone's dog, you better keep your eyes sharp! Scram now, or I'll slaughter you, you bastard!"
The soldier hadn't expected the viscount from the Imperial Capital to have so many personal guards, and for them to be so savage. 'Are... are they really from the Imperial Capital? Not from the bandit-infested north?'
