"The Chief has issued an order. He's to rest well today and won't see anyone," the thin-faced guard barked.
"Hurry back. The Chief won't meet with you," the dark-faced guard said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Did he say he wouldn't see *anyone*, or just not me?" Ye Xiong asked.
"What's the point of asking? If the Chief says he won't see anyone, then he won't see anyone."
"Move along."
The two guards were growing impatient.
Ye Xiong's expression darkened. "What if I insist on seeing him?" he asked coldly.
WHOOSH!
The dark-faced guard's hand was a blur as he drew his pistol and pointed it at Ye Xiong's head. "Who do you think the Chief is? You can't see him just because you say so. If you dare take another step, believe it or not, I'll blow your brains out."
"You're attempting to force your way into the Chief's room with ill intent. Even if we kill you, we won't face the slightest trouble," the thin-faced guard added.