363: The Mysterious Man (2)

The Mysterious Man (2)

Leng Ruoxue looked at the powerful formation in front of her and sneered in her heart. It seemed like this vice president was planning to give them a demonstration of his authority! She really didn't believe that every mystic who entered the Mystic Association would receive such treatment.1

"I am Lan Ming," Lan Ming said, suppressing his anger.

"Oh, so it's President Lan! President Lan, you should know the rules of our Mystic Association Headquarters, right? The Mystic Association Headquarters is not a place to be trespassed. You have to report first if there's anything." The slightly wretched-looking middle-aged man in the lead smiled smugly. Haha, the feeling of stepping on Lan Ming is really good! Hmph! So what if he's the president's beloved disciple? The person in charge of headquarters now is President Wu.

"We've been here for a while. Don't tell me you didn't know?" Lan Ming said coldly, his pitch-black eyes glaring fiercely at the middle-aged man.

"President Lan, headquarters is very busy. What does it matter if you wait a while longer?" the middle-aged man said in objection.

"We came with Zhou Kun. He can enter, but we have to wait. What's the meaning of this?" Lan Ming questioned with a displeased face.

"President Zhou's residence has been arranged long ago, but President Lan, your group's residence needs to be arranged on the spot. Alas! You can't blame us! We didn't expect the Windless City branch would actually send people to participate this year," the middle-aged man said, shirking responsibility.

"Do you mean that the people from other branches don't need to wait outside when they arrive, only us from the Windless City?" Leng Ruoxue's light voice sounded.

"Who are you? How can you interrupt when I'm talking to President Lan!" The middle-aged man glared.

"You don't have to care who I am. You just have to answer yes or no," Leng Ruoxue said expressionlessly. She would never care about such a small character. She would just destroy him directly if he was really too annoying. It wasn't worth wasting her breath on him at all.

"Yes," the middle-aged man answered honestly, stunned by Leng Ruoxue's imposing manner.

"President Lan, did you hear that?" Leng Ruoxue asked.

"Yes!" Lan Ming nodded to show that he understood.

"Bring us to our residence. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." Even though Lan Ming could bear with it, his anger was currently rising. He even released all the pressure of a Mystic Monarch. Hmph! Has my temper been so good that these people have completely forgotten that I'm a Mystic Monarch?

"Ah! President Lan, don't be angry. I'll bring you there now," the middle-aged man said fearfully as cold sweat rolled down his forehead. Boohoo… Didn't the vice president say that Lan Ming wouldn't do anything to them? He was only a Great Mystic. The pressure of a Mystic Monarch wasn't something he could withstand at all.

Moreover, almost all the mystics present, except for Leng Ruoxue's group, felt incomparably immense pressure…

"President Lan, can you withdraw your pressure? I'll take you to your residence," the middle-aged man pleaded with some pain. Boohoo… He was just an errand boy. Why did he do this to him!

"Hurry up then!" Lan Ming kicked the middle-aged man's butt fiercely and ordered. But he had no intention of withdrawing his pressure.

"Yes. Please follow me," the middle-aged man said carefully. Then he walked very obediently at the front and led the way, not daring to have any bad thoughts at all.

After walking for a long time, the middle-aged man brought Leng Ruoxue and the others to a separate courtyard and said to Lan Ming, "President Lan, this is your residence. Uh! It's very quiet here. No one will disturb you."

Leng Ruoxue looked at the house covered in weeds that didn't look much better than ruins. She looked at the middle-aged man with a spurious smile. "We are very satisfied with this place."

For some reason, the middle-aged man didn't feel at ease after hearing what Leng Ruoxue said. Instead, he was even more afraid.

"Uh! There's really no other place available. Please make do with it!" The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and braced himself.

"I told you. We're very satisfied. Don't you understand human language?" Leng Ruoxue smiled maliciously, her eyes flashing with a terrifying cold light.

"Uh! I understand. It's good that everyone is satisfied." Then the middle-aged man fled in fright and disappeared without a trace.

"Haha, Little Girl, your power is growing!" Old Man said with a loud laugh.

"To deal with villains, we have to be even eviler. Giving in will only make them think that we're weak and easy to bully. It will also make them want a yard after taking an inch!" Leng Ruoxue looked at Old Man while speaking, but her words were obviously directed at Lan Ming.

"Lass, you're right. I consider too many things," Lan Ming said helplessly. Alas! In fact, he was really envious that Leng Ruoxue could live as she pleased and that the people around her doted on her very much. But such days were desired but not sought after for him.

"That's why I don't like those so-called aristocratic families," Leng Ruoxue said understandingly.

"Xue'er, we have to tidy up this place properly. Otherwise, no one can stay here at all." Leng Qingtian said with a slight headache while looking at the courtyard that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. At the same time, he couldn't help cursing in his head. The Mystic Association Headquarters is really too much of a bully. He had lived for more than seventy years, but he had never received such treatment!

"Yes, Grandpa. Don't worry. I'll get the beasts to help," Leng Ruoxue comforted.

"Ruoxue, let's clean up quickly! Otherwise, we won't even be able to have lunch," Lin Liang said gloomily as he looked at the sun hanging high in the sky.

"Don't worry about that. The Mystic Association Headquarters will provide food," Lan Ming comforted.

"Food from the Mystic Association Headquarters? Forget it! The place we live in is already in this state. How can we still count on the food they provide us? It's good enough if they don't give us pig food," Old Zao said without giving him any face.

"Uh!" Lan Ming blushed with shame. Boohoo… He really didn't dare to guarantee anymore. Perhaps it would really be as Old Zao said!

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