That one liner was enough to shake everyone present. The person was clearly someone of precedence.
"All hail, young governor! All hail, young governor!"
The thousands of people who had gathered at the portal bowed.
It was obvious that the governor's position in Silver Plume City was very high.
A row of about a dozen people walked towards the spot where Chen Xiaobei was standing. The person in the lead was the Silver Plume young master, Dong Xiaowu.
This young man was exactly like his father Dong Zhuo – he was also overweight. However, little fatty Dong did not share his father's stern looks. On the contrary, he was rather plain-looking.
However, the men behind him were all very attractive, clad in metal armors, guarding their young governor as if they were protecting a god.
"Young master, are you kidding? Why are you leaving the group?" Lu Changwei asked.