Taking Control
"Silence!" Tang Bo's decree sliced through the air, a definitive edge to his voice that brooked no argument.
Zhang Wei, having reclaimed his seat, surveyed the situation with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
Moments later, Tang Bo approached, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Brother Zhang," he chuckled, an awkwardness clinging to his tone. "Forgive them, they're newcomers, blind to who you really are."
The air around them thickened with confusion as Tang Bo's subordinates witnessed their leader's sudden deference.
Despite their bewilderment, they mimicked his bow, their voices melding into a chorus of repentance.
""Big brother! Forgive our ignorance!""
Gaps!
"..."
In the front of their collective plea, Wu Xue felt a fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within. Meanwhile, Leng Yan massaged her temples, a headache burgeoning at the spectacle.