Dan-Ge, the City Governor of Huang-Di (1)

“Consider this a lesson.”

Zheng-Fu's words were neither too loud nor too soft, but they were loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, including Elder Duan-Dong, whose head had just dropped from his body. The sight made the other elder and the two middle-aged men turn pale, as they had shared the same opinion as Elder Duan-Dong. Seeing the elder beheaded, they panicked with all their hearts.

“Yo… young… Young Master! You went too far. Eld… Eld... Elder Duan-Dong was just joking with you. Why did you have to kill him?” The other elder, who had regained his composure, spoke in a stuttering voice, trying to placate Zheng-Fu.

“And so what? Or do you want the same fate?” Zheng-Fu replied with a disinterested expression, looking at the elder contemptuously. He then turned to Wen-Xi and said, “All of this will be my responsibility. You don’t have to worry,” he added with a broad smile.