Immortal God of War-Chapter 894 - 853: Too Low-Key for Their Own Good

At the same time.

Seeing the arrogant and overbearing Fatty, Mu Qing’s mouth twitched fiercely, and he thought to himself, "Brother Qin, aren’t you going to stop him?"

"Why should I stop him?"

Qin Feiyang retorted.

Mu Qing said, "This is the Trading Pavilion. People causing trouble here won’t end well."

"You must remember one thing."

"We didn’t start the trouble; they did."

Qin Feiyang said calmly.

He was also confused.

Their current position was still more than ten meters from the Trading Pavilion’s entrance.

With such a wide distance, how could they possibly interfere with the Trading Pavilion’s business?

It’s clearly just picking a fight!

His usual conduct was that if you show me respect, I will show you even more respect.

But if you want trouble, he wasn’t afraid of trouble either.

Yan Wei whispered, "Why do I feel they look down on us?"

"Huh?"

Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing were stunned, looking at the two black-clad guards and scanning the surrounding crowd.

They found that there was more or less a hint of disdain on the faces of these people.

"I understand now."

"It’s definitely because our appearance right now is too plain."

"Especially you, Mu Qing."

"Look at you, dressed like this, if I saw you blocking my door, I would also drive you away."

Yan Wei said helplessly.

"Uh!"

Mu Qing said in shock, "Are you saying I’ve overdone the low profile?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Wei rolled his eyes.

Shencheng’s status here is equivalent to the Imperial Capital of the Central Divine Nation.

Even people in a bad situation here dress decently.

Unlike this guy, dressed like a beggar.

Of course.

It’s not that Mu Qing’s current appearance is truly shabby or bad.

His clothes, although a bit old, were still relatively clean.

But compared to everyone’s attire, it was really like a beggar.

"Can even being low-key cause trouble?"

Mu Qing began to feel unhappy.

He disguised himself like this to enter Shencheng precisely to avoid attracting attention.

Unexpectedly, it backfired.

Whoosh!

Suddenly.

He stepped and stood beside Fatty, blocking the door with him, arrogantly saying, "If we don’t turn the place upside down today, I’ll write my name backwards."

"Wow!"

Fatty was surprised, then hooked Mu Qing’s shoulder, chuckling, "Master Fatty finds you’re not that bad!"

"Get lost, who said we’re close?"

Mu Qing’s face turned black.

If it weren’t due to the anger in his heart, he wouldn’t be accompanying Fatty doing such a childish thing.

"You all..."

Seeing this.

The two black-clad guards were about to explode with anger.

"What about us?"

"Since your Trading Pavilion doesn’t understand hospitality, I’m here to teach you a lesson."

Mu Qing sneered.

"Guest?"

"With your shabby look, are you worthy of being a guest of our Trading Pavilion?"

"I’m telling you, be sensible and get lost immediately, or else don’t blame us for being rude!"

Those two guards said, full of disdain.

"Rude..."

"Then let me tell you, if you don’t apologize to me today, no one will enter or leave this door."

Mu Qing crossed his arms, mockingly looking at the two.

These two had strong powers, both Nine-Star War Ancestors, he definitely wasn’t their match.

But he wasn’t afraid at all.

Because right now, there are three exceedingly fearless tough guys here.

Of course, they are Qin Feiyang, Fatty, and Yan Wei.

"Seeking death!"

The two black-clad guards were furious, stepping forward, ready to slap Fatty and Mu Qing.

"Do you really want to fight?"

Fatty’s eyes turned cold.

"Not only will we fight, but we’ll also cripple you, so you know the consequences of causing trouble at my Trading Pavilion!"

Their eyes filled with a chilling light.

"Cripple us?"

Fatty’s gaze narrowed slightly.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure suddenly erupted.

But it wasn’t from Fatty, it was from Yan Wei!

The Saint Prestige was like a waterfall, instantly freezing those two guards in place.

And Yan Wei acted with Qin Feiyang’s tacit consent.

"What?"

"This is actually Saint Prestige!"

The two guards turned pale with shock.

The onlookers were also greatly shocked.

Who would have thought that among these seemingly ordinary people, there was actually a War Saint hidden?

"To dare treat my young master’s friends with disrespect, even if you are from the Trading Pavilion, this old man will not stand for it."

Yan Wei said expressionlessly.

At this moment, he was an old man with white hair, yet it didn’t affect his imposing presence.

"Young Master?"

"Who is his young master?"

"Could it be him?"

Everyone looked towards Qin Feiyang, their eyes full of suspicion.

This kind of situation, in fact, everyone was quite used to.

Because in Shencheng, many young people would have someone following them.

And these followers often included War Saint-level strongmen.

But!

Without exception, any young person with a follower had an extraordinary identity.

Especially when these followers were War Saints.

After all.

A War Saint, no matter where, is a top-tier powerhouse.

Therefore.

Until now, they only realized these people were not at all some paupers.

In an instant.

The place fell into a dead silence.

Slap!!

But suddenly.

A series of loud slaps broke the atmosphere here.

"Huh?"

Everyone looked over, their pupils instantly constricted.

They saw Fatty, at this moment, forcefully slapping the two guards on their ears.

And he was relentless, each slap landed solidly on their faces.

"Ah..."

In less than five breaths.

The two had taken dozens of slaps, crying out in pain.

Their faces swollen like pig heads.

"We were wrong!"

"It’s our fault, please spare us!"

The two couldn’t help but beg.

"Wrong?"

"Where were you earlier?"

Fatty sneered, punched them in the mouth, causing blood to spray, their teeth shattered.

"That’s ruthless!"

The surrounding crowd couldn’t help but mutter.

Though it was indeed their fault, there’s an old saying, you should look at the owner before hitting the dog.

These two were guards of the Trading Pavilion after all, shouldn’t they save face for them?

Of course.

If you really must beat them, no one would dare say anything, but why not do it elsewhere?

But right at the entrance of the Trading Pavilion, isn’t this equivalent to slapping the Pavilion’s face?

How is the Trading Pavilion supposed to handle this?

Fatty retracted his arm and returned to block the door, chuckling: "Now that feels good, go ahead and apologize!"

"After hitting people from my Trading Pavilion, you still want them to apologize? You’re quite imposing!"

Just then.

A rather sullen voice emerged from inside the Trading Pavilion.

"It’s the steward!"

The two guards trembled, as if seeing salvation, looking towards inside the door.

Qin Feiyang also looked up, to see an elderly man in black slowly walking out from inside the Pavilion.

His aura was strong, causing Yan Wei’s pupils to contract, he spoke through sound transmission: "He should be Nine-Star War Saint."

"So what?"

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly.

"Move aside!"

The old man stopped behind Fatty and Mu Qing, coldly scanning them with a commanding tone.

"Steward is it?"

"Perfect timing, I want to ask, how does your Trading Pavilion discipline your subordinates?"

Fatty didn’t move, coldly staring at the steward.

"You’ve beaten them up, insulted them, is that still not enough?"

The old man raised an eyebrow and said.

"Of course."

"We’re hurt spiritually, mental wounds aren’t easy to heal."

Fatty grinned.

The old man’s eyes flashed coldly, he asked: "What more do you want?"

"What do we want?"

Fatty and Mu Qing exchanged smiles.

Fatty said: "I want to ask, do we owe you money?"

"No."

The old man shook his head. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Then why do you come out with a sour face, as if we owed you millions?"

"You must know, it’s us who are wronged now."

"With your mismanagement, as the steward, shouldn’t you apologize to us first?"

"Or is this attitude your Trading Pavilion’s way of hospitality?"

"If that’s the case, then I can only say, your Trading Pavilion is truly impressive."

Fatty gave a thumbs up, full of admiration.

But any sensible person could see he was mocking the Trading Pavilion.

The old man’s gaze darkened.

Now, he had an urge to kill.

But he knew he must endure.

Because there were too many people present, if he acted, the Pavilion’s image would completely collapse in the eyes of the world.

Don’t underestimate this small incident, its impact is enormous.

"Alright."

"I apologize on their behalf to you two."

"But, even if they’re wrong, shouldn’t you refrain from hitting people?"

The steward contained his anger, saying.

"Damn."

"They threatened to cripple us, we’re not allowed to fight back?"

"Your Trading Pavilion is quite tyrannical, don’t you follow any laws, truly acting like you’re the rulers of the Forgotten Continent?"

Mu Qing said angrily.

"Huh?"

The steward furrowed his brow, looked at the two guards, and asked: "What exactly happened?"

"We..."

The two stammered, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Huh?"

"You don’t even know what happened?"

"Why are you wasting time here?"

"Come, let me explain it to you properly."

Mu Qing was genuinely angry.

He had thought the steward had seen everything happening inside.

Who would have thought, he knew nothing.

This is not just being protective, it’s turning a blind eye, arrogant and domineering.

This is worse than being protective.

After Mu Qing’s explanation, the steward was furious, glaring at the two guards, cursed: "Who gave you the authority to treat guests like this?"

"We were wrong."

"We won’t dare again."

"Steward, please pardon us this time..."

The two hurriedly knelt and begged for mercy.

"I’ll deal with you later!"

The steward’s eyes flashed coldly, looking at Qin Feiyang and the others, his attitude changed instantly, he cupped his hands and said: "Before, I misunderstood without inquiring properly, I apologize to you four, please forgive us."

"That’s more like it."

Mu Qing sneered.

"Yes yes, it was my fault."

The steward smiled apologetically, then looked at Qin Feiyang, and said: "Young brother, I’ve apologized, could you please ask the two young brothers to stop blocking the door, after all, we need to conduct business."

"Let them move aside!"

Qin Feiyang waved his hand.

Fatty and Mu Qing exchanged a pleased smile, then stepped aside.

Yan Wei also withdrew his Saint Prestige.

"The Trading Pavilion is nothing extraordinary."

Just then, a mocking voice echoed from the crowd.