Ten Thousand Martial Guards.
Yu Yang's pupils constricted in shock, a fire of disbelief burning in his gut.
How could that little piece of trash be sitting down to eat with someone like that?
He didn't dare harbor any doubt as to their authenticity.
After all, who would dare to impersonate the forbidden army of Cangyun City? In ancient times, they were the equivalent of the Imperial Guards!
Seeing the men's expressions darken and their gazes turn as sharp as an eagle's, fixed solely on him, Yu Yang sucked in a breath of cold air. His fingers trembled slightly. "Um, I, uh... I went into the wrong private room. I was looking for Room 888 but ended up in 886. Sorry to disturb you. I'll... I'll be leaving now."
With that, he quickly began to back away, his pale face streaming with cold sweat. "Sorry, so sorry!" Yu Yang kept apologizing, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his throat. He held his breath, tense to the absolute limit.
