Four pairs of sharp eyes swept over instantly, four burly men in suits stood there with their hands behind their backs, lined up in a row, and their waists were all bulky; no need to guess what that was.
However, these people couldn't even catch Ye Chenfeng's eye and were not worth mentioning at all.
Moreover, Ye Chenfeng knew that these guys were basically just gatekeepers, far from qualified to be bodyguards for the Military God and others.
After a few glances, the four men parted as if forming a path.
Ye Chenfeng feigned a timid look, carrying the wine heading inside.
He also witnessed the grandeur and vastness of the Imperial Hall. Even though there were about ten people inside, it still seemed exceedingly spacious.
A fat man sat on the leather sofa on the left, wearing oversized pants and an army-green shirt, with his hair in a mess like a bird's nest.
