Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents-Chapter 215 - 46: The Might of a Grandmaster Shocks All—Challenge Me If You Dare_3

Chapter 215: Chapter 46: The Might of a Grandmaster Shocks All—Challenge Me If You Dare_3

"We pay our respects to the Southern Governor!"

This kind of gesture was as good as completely acknowledging Ye Liuyun’s position as the Southern Governor.

Grandmaster Realm cultivation.

Enough to make anyone with ulterior motives fall utterly silent.

"How could this happen! How could this happen!"

In the crowd, Wan Feiliang kept his head down, quietly muttering to himself.

His expression had gone from initial confidence to this state now, and it hadn’t even been that long.

He just couldn’t believe it,

that Ye Liuyun was already a Grandmaster. No matter how much of a prodigy someone was, could they really be this exceptional?

Is talent really just this unreasonable?

To be honest.

Ye Liuyun was actually a little unsatisfied now.

He thought there’d be more people here who weren’t afraid to die.

But in the end, only Lord Thousand Households Zhou put up a fight. Wasn’t quite enough of a thrill.

Forget it!

Since these people were all lowering their heads obediently, Ye Liuyun couldn’t be bothered to say anything else.

He’d find time to visit each one of them later anyway. He waved his hand, signaling that they could go.

"Wait!"

But before that, as Ye Liuyun remembered something, he suddenly looked at Wan Feiliang, who was blending into the crowd, ready to leave with the rest.

"Lord Thousand Households Wan!"

"... ... ..."

The sudden call made Wan Feiliang freeze in his tracks.

When he learned Ye Liuyun had taken the Southern Garrison Commander’s Office, Wan Feiliang knew trouble was coming for him.

He just didn’t expect it to come so quickly.

The new boss always comes in with three fires—this must be the second fire.

"S-sir!"

No choice, Wan Feiliang could only stop and obediently turn around.

Seeing this scene, everyone else tacitly edged away, afraid they’d get caught up in it.

The feud between Ye Liuyun and Wan Feiliang was common knowledge among many present.

So right now,

many people looked at Wan Feiliang with gloating eyes.

Before, Wan Feiliang used Nine-Thousand-Year’s backing to throw his weight around in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and offended plenty. But nobody dared to say anything—after all, it was Nine-Thousand-Year.

But now things were different.

Even when Ye Liuyun was only at the Innate Realm, he’d fought Nine-Thousand-Year’s godson in public.

And now he was a Grandmaster.

At this rate, even if Nine-Thousand-Year came in person, Ye Liuyun would probably still dare to strike.

"Don’t worry, Lord Wan—I won’t kill you today!"

"Well... ..."

Good, Wan Feiliang clearly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. As long as he wasn’t killed, it’s fine.

But next came a wave of humiliation and anger.

What was this, mocking him in public?

The worst part was, Wan Feiliang didn’t even dare object—fuck, it was humiliating as hell.

"Lord Wan, how long has it been since you handled a case?"

Ye Liuyun clasped his hands behind his back, his tone strictly official as he asked Wan Feiliang.

"Uh!"

Apparently, Wan Feiliang hadn’t expected Ye Liuyun to ask that.

Handle a case?

Sorry, since he’d joined the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Wan Feiliang hadn’t handled a single case. Even when one landed on his desk, he just tossed it to his subordinates.

When you’ve got connections, you can act however you want.

"What does sir mean by that?"

Wan Feiliang was confused for a moment—it wasn’t like he was the only one in the Embroidered Uniform Guard who never handled cases.

Tons of people relied on their background to slack off and gain without working.

"It’s very simple. Since Lord Wan isn’t willing to work, then hand your position to someone who is."

What was the point of killing Wan Feiliang?

Sometimes, living is more painful than dying—especially for someone like Wan Feiliang, who’d do anything for power.

Making him lose his authority—hurts him more than simply killing him.

"You want my office?"

Wan Feiliang finally caught on.

He stared at Ye Liuyun in disbelief.

"No way, you can’t do this!"

As Governor, Ye Liuyun certainly had the right.

Except—

"Even if you’re Governor, even if you’re Grandmaster, I’ve got Nine-Thousand-Year behind me. Nine-Thousand-Year won’t allow you to do this."

Wan Feiliang now could only pin his hopes on his backing—Nine-Thousand-Year.

Unfortunately,

Long ago, that kind of threat stopped being of any use to Ye Liuyun.

"I’m not negotiating with you. If you have any complaints, let Nine-Thousand-Year come talk to me himself!"

With that, not giving Wan Feiliang a chance to drag things out,

he spoke directly.

"From today on, Wan Feiliang’s Lord Thousand Households spot will be filled by Jiang Jing!"

Earlier, two Lord Thousand Households had died in the struggles—one radish, one hole. If the guys upstairs don’t get out, those below can’t rise.

Those two seats,

Ye Liuyun had left to Si Nan and Shi Sheng.

But Jiang Jing needed a Lord Thousand Households seat from elsewhere, and Wan Feiliang was perfect for this role as cannon fodder.

When it came to Ye Liuyun’s arrangements,

Jiang Jing certainly had no objections, and promptly stepped out from among the crowd.

Though plenty of people found Jiang Jing unfamiliar,

none of them were stupid—they could tell Jiang Jing must be one of Ye Liuyun’s trusted men. Otherwise, Ye Liuyun wouldn’t have ousted Wan Feiliang and put this Jiang Jing in his place.

Nobody really cared about Wan Feiliang’s wailing.

On the contrary,

they were all watching Jiang Jing with curious eyes,

wanting to know,

just what kind of skills did Jiang Jing have to earn Ye Liuyun’s favor?

"No! I won’t allow this!"

Seeing Jiang Jing step forward,

Wan Feiliang grew even angrier, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"If you want to take my Lord Thousand Households seat, you’ll have to kill me first!"

"And who the hell are you to take my spot!"

The last line was directed at Jiang Jing.

If he couldn’t beat Ye Liuyun, surely he could handle some nobody from out of nowhere, right?

Jiang Jing didn’t care one bit about Wan Feiliang’s scorn.

Instead, he looked at Ye Liuyun, waiting for instructions.

"I’ll leave it to you."

Ye Liuyun smiled and waved a hand at Jiang Jing.

Signaling that he was free to act as he pleased.

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