Le Lao Ling And Le Fang ling
"Young Master, you can not come here." Two guards who were standing guard in front of a big door shouted politely at a chubby and healthy young man who was snorting like a pig as he tried to storm inside the room.
"You lowly guards, let me go." Le Lao Ling shouted at the guards who were holding him. He was just a meter away from the door that could help him release all of his frustration.
Right behind those door was a man who had ruined all of his plan.
"Young master, please do not make a scene here." One of the guards who was holding his hand down requested him sincerely.
He had a tanned skin with a big build. His physical prowess alone could subdue a magical beast of middle tier strength. On his neck was a black metal choker which deeply contrasted with his honey colored skin.
Le Lao Ling tried to break free from the grasp of the man but in the face of such great strength, Le Lao Ling was like a wriggling fish without water.