"Name?"
"Zhang Fusheng."
"Chen Yuque."
Exhausted, a man and a woman replied, Zhang Fusheng looking as if he had a toothache:
"Just say whether that thing is a worthless mutt or not?"
Chen Yuque's mouth twitched, nodding silently.
"Silence!"
The guard abruptly smacked the table, making a dull sound. As a guard of the legislative building, his cultivation level was not low, reaching the standard of Six Refinements.
This level, in a subordinate city, would be someone who could cause storms.
Another guard walked in at this moment:
"Checked the identification, no problem, they're senior and intermediate inspectors from Chongyang City's Public Security Bureau."
The guard's expression remained unchanged, unmoved by the senior inspector's status—this was the waiting area, the legislative building.
As guards of the legislative building, they had seen countless Martial Arts Masters, and even Grandmasters/Fusheng/Chongyang/over the years — not abundant, but certainly numerous.
