This was followed by a burst of brazen laughter, causing many of the Imperial Academy students to frown. The laughter sounded crude, vulgar, and sleazy. The men themselves didn't look like good people, either. Each had a brawny, scowling face and a menacing glint in his eyes. The group of seven or eight men all wore matching uniforms, looking like they belonged to some mercenary corps.
Long Xiang was just about to make his move and curry favor when he was interrupted, and he was quite annoyed. Coupled with his noble background, he looked down on professional Adventurers and Mercenaries from the bottom of his heart. 'Just a bunch of mud-legged peasants,' he thought. 'Uncouth and vulgar are words practically made for them.'
"Sir," Long Xiang began, his eyes icy as he glanced at the Mercenary who had just spoken. "Apologize immediately and slap yourself across the face twice. Do that, and I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said!"
