"Get the brothers ready with mung bean soup, hot water, and the likes. The horses need to be fed as well. Whatever needs arise, fulfill them according to the situation. We must not ignore our guests!"
Huang An instructed meticulously, his voice exceptionally loud.
"Yes, big brother, I'll arrange it right away!"
Yan Long loudly assured and waved his hands, leading his brothers away. They quickly merged into the temporary camp.
The sound of Huang An's orders echoed clearly within hundreds of meters all around.
His attitude was polite, and it didn't seem like he had let the minor dispute get to him.
The bronze martial artists around him who had been watching him nervously breathed sighs of relief.
The sense of tension they had been feeling relaxed significantly.
Caught between Lord Luo and Lord Kong, they felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.
As members of the directly subordinated squadron of the Firearm Bureau, Luo Feiyao was their direct superior.