Monarch Night

"What the hell is going on? What hero role model? Are you two sure you didn't misspeak?"

Someone couldn't hold back any longer, sensing a disaster was looming, and their tone became irritable.

Zhao Wushang's face was all scrunched up, speechless to the extreme: "Here's what happened... We went there, and Steward Fang really recognized our voices, and then... and then... and then Steward Fang got moved, and then... and then this happened."

After Zhao Wushang finished speaking, he looked skyward, speechless as if he was about to spit blood: "Heavens... how could it be like this?"

Zheng Yunqi beside him kept his head down the entire time, never lifting it up.

"???!!!"

The group was collectively wide-eyed and silent. Everyone couldn't believe their ears: Such a thing could happen in this world?

Everyone felt a sense of surrealism: We sent you two to act, and you guys acted so well that we all got implicated?

A dozen people in the room, each with a look of being struck by lightning.

Lost.

At a loss.

Questioning life.

Like sleepwalking.

"What kind of mind does this Steward Fang have?"

Zhou Mei'er broke down, completely baffled: "We retaliated against the informant, caught a demon race member from the Demon Sect, so naturally, we're on his side? We should all pitch in? Even the sect should come in to fight? What kind of logic is this?!"

No matter what Zhou Mei'er thought, she couldn't understand how Steward Fang's perfectly handsome head could hide such a miraculous brain.

"This doesn't add up! Completely unrelated, isn't it?"

"How could there be such a miraculous transformation?"

Zheng Yunqi sighed in despair, saying weakly: "Yes, you're right, that's exactly how Steward Fang thinks. Since we reported people from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, we're his comrades, blood brothers. He sees himself as a fighter, so naturally, he sees us as fighters too."

"And he also feels like... he found a friend who understands him."

"Understand... my ass."

The group was collectively about to spit blood: "But we are from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect ourselves!"

"So, here's the problem... If we really had nothing to do with our sect, it wouldn't matter, and Steward Fang's request would even be reasonable."

"But the biggest problem is... we are! We're exactly who they call the little demons... Damn it!"

The group was collectively speechless.

We just went out to get some revenge on those who reported us.

Who would've thought it would turn into such a big mistake?

And now, we can't even stop it. The authority from the Guardian Hall is bearing down on us!

What do we do?

"The most critical thing isn't this... The most critical thing is how do we explain this to the Starlight Master."

Zhao Wushang showed a wry smile: "Gentlemen, I seem to have already guessed our Starlight Master's reaction..."

The group showed an expression of wanting to cry but having no tears: "You don't even need to say it, I've guessed it too..."

...

"Get out! You better get out of here on the double!"

As expected.

Upon hearing this, the Starlight Master was also stunned for a long time, as anticipated.

His sturdy body stiffened, and his ugly face instantly became vacant.

He sat on the throne for a long time, unable to recover.

After finally coming to his senses, his first reaction was to drive them away, jumping up like a fierce wolf whose den was invaded: "None of you stay here! Get out! All of you, get out!"

"Leader!"

Zheng Yunqi and Zhao Wushang fell to the ground, their knees almost scraped raw, lamenting: "Now it's not a matter of whether we go or not, but... what are we going to do about our Escort Agency, and our sub branch..."

Everyone else also kneeled with them.

Many little demons are still in a dreamy daze, feeling dizzy: Wow, how the hell did I get involved in such a bizarre thing? Damn it... don't know.

A head full of mush, feeling like nothing in the world is more incredible than this.

Suddenly, a big black pot fell from the sky, holy crap, how can a black pot fall like this?

Faced with everyone's bewilderment, the Starlight Master also looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't: "What now? If I knew what to do, would I still let you get out?"

"Leader, please reconsider, even if you let us leave... our Worldwide Escort Agency is still... under the Yishan Sect. That Steward Fang, wouldn't he still proceed with the original plan, Leader? You can't avoid this."

Zhao Wushang was sobbing uncontrollably.

The Starlight Master suddenly realized, his ugly face twisted even more: "Damn! Yeah! If you leave, wouldn't that mean I take the blame? This pot... how can I possibly carry it on my small shoulders?!"

He then flew into a rage, verbally abusing: "I figured you guys from the headquarters were unreliable, but I never thought you could be this unreliable! Damn, you went out for revenge and nearly caused a rebellion against me?!"

"..." Zhao Wushang and others kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound.

This scolding, they themselves felt was not unjust at all; if anything, it was too light for their conscience...

"What did I say before? I said, I won't involve myself in your business, make your own decisions as long as it doesn't affect the sub branch. Isn't that what I said? Is that what I said or not?"

The Starlight Master nearly vomited blood asking.

Indeed, that's what you said, you didn't interfere, and let us handle it ourselves. And indeed, we handled it ourselves, but... it just turned out like this...

The group hung their heads even lower.

"You were reported and wanted to vent your anger, okay, I let you go vent. The only requirement was not to involve the sub branch..."

The Starlight Master started to stomp his feet, clearly on the brink of collapse: "Your words still echo, geniuses! I said it just before, but you... right after you went out, the anger you vented became fart and swallowed back, not to mention bringing back a whole pile of fresh crap!"

The Starlight Master was furious.

The group hung their heads low, speechless.

They also felt that even though the Starlight Master's words were harsh.

But... it really did reflect the reality!

They went out all fired up to report and vent, and they did report.

And they did feel like they vented some anger.

But what followed was really... the anger turned into fart and was swallowed back.

Then they indeed brought back a pile of crap for everyone to share.

"Gentlemen, dear young masters and geniuses..."

The Starlight Master looked dismayed: "I'm just a little Branch Leader of a minor sect! Do you really have to wrong me like this?"

"Is there some deep-seated hatred between me, the Starlight, and you that you are doing me in like this?"

"I've said over and over, clean up your own messes. You haven't, and instead, come smeared with crap without cleaning up!"

"And you did this just after I said 'clean up your messes' right there and then!"

"What benefit does acting this way offer you besides screwing me over?"

"Isn't this harming others without benefiting oneself? You should at least have a goal or profit, right?"

The Starlight Master was utterly frustrated: "Now, this crap pot just descended from the sky!"

"This crap pot is bigger than the sky! We can't even run away; it's right over us! Even if we all died, this pot would still cover the Yishan Sect..."

The Starlight Master said maliciously: "Do you believe that the people from Yishan Sect now absolutely want to kill off your ancestors for eight generations?!"

To this, everyone could only say: we believe it!

We believe it wholeheartedly!

If I were from the Yishan Sect, I would also want an unyielding fight to the death with myself now!

No one has ever been screwed over like this!

They were just in the mountains, away from the world, transcendentally, and suddenly became a pioneer fighter against the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!

And they originally were from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect themselves!

"Leader, we accept punishment!"

The group admitted defeat, heads bowed.

This time they really messed up, and with such a colossal blunder, even if the Starlight Master were to kill them, they would feel it's warranted.

Utterly... speechless.

"Accepting punishment... what's the use?"

The Starlight Master said with a face full of frustration: "Now I'm genuinely afraid of you all, I can't provoke you, I can't serve you... but I also can't let you leave now..."

"It's my fault! I was foolish, lost my mind, thinking as just a Branch Leader of a minor sect, I could connect with the headquarters and bring you noble young masters and ladies in to care for you... dreaming of long-term benefits..."

"Now the future is gone, you even took away my present!"

The Starlight Master said in a mentally breaking tone: "I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I am such a fool!"

"Initially, when you spent so much money for starting the Escort Agency here at my sub branch, it was all for setting me up; it was over the top!"

The group was scolded into a lifeless color.

But this time, being scolded was more than deserved!

Truly... even I think I should be scolded!

"Leader, Leader... but regardless, things are like this now... our sub branch, it can't just vanish."

Zhao Wushang was crawling on his knees, tears streaming: "Leader, you're our backbone, you must think of a way."

The Starlight Master kicked Zhao Wushang away: "Backbone my ass, think of a way my ass... what could I possibly do? In this situation, you tell me, with a pile of crap stuck in your throat, what way is there?"

Collective silence.

And faint sobbing, everyone was desperate.

This truly is a dead end.

Had there been a way, we wouldn't all be kneeling here together.