The members of Xinhuo had beaten them to it, occupying the most conspicuous and advantageous position at the auditorium entrance.
Min Yutang's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. He spoke at a volume that was neither loud nor soft, yet just enough for the Xinhuo contingent to hear clearly.
"What are these hicks doing here? It's just my luck."
The moment he finished speaking, several hot-tempered patrols and deacons in the Firewood Martial Hall contingent flew into a rage.
Fierce gazes shot toward him in unison. "What did you say?"
"I dare you to fucking say that again!"
The smell of gunpowder in the air grew thicker.
Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Lv Yongze, at the front of the Xinhuo line, calmly raised a hand and gently pushed it down.
With that simple motion, all the furious voices behind him instantly fell silent.
Though the members of Xinhuo continued to glare, not one of them dared to make another move.
