Xie Tian's light words turned Pang Tong's face iron blue with suppressed rage, but he dared not vent it even a little.
"You lawless Marauder, how dare you attempt an assassination on the commander!"
The eight guards hadn't yet grasped the situation when they saw Xie Tian tossing his military token at their superior, and they became furiously enraged, their bodies swirling with Mana, ready to capture Xie Tian and his companions!
"Stop!" Pang Tong nearly fainted from anger, immediately shouting to halt them.
"Sir, he..."
"Get out, all of you!"
Pang Tong stood up, slammed the table harshly, and the eight men shrank their necks and scurried down the stairs, disheartened.
After a moment, Pang Tong took a deep breath, holding the military token in one hand and a wine cup in the other, and went straight to Xie Tian's table, forcibly squeezing out a smile.
"Hehe, so the four brothers are from the Death Battalion, I am from the Tian Tuocheng Army..."