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After Hwang Jin, the Young Master of the Golden Manor Merchant Group leaves with his people, all gaze pierce at the fellows of the Dang Clan.
" Why are they glaring at us that way?" Dang Juro womders as he looks around.
" Well, when a little fish begins to relate with the big fish, the middle fishes begin to feel threatened." Diana replies.
" But don't worry, they wouldn't make any bold move for now, just focus on the Festival." She adds with a cunning smile.
" So that's the Dang Clan huh? they look weak and disgusting, why have they not been thrown out of this festival?" A man in his mid-fifties calls out from the second floor, his gaze fixed on the Dang Clan members below.
" Well, there are rules we can't just bypass you know?" Another elderly male around the same age replies to him.
" Aren't we the ones who make those rules though?" The First male says.
