"Blind fools! Haven't you seen who I am? Hurry up and open the city gate for me!"
"Lord Imperial Attendant. What is this?"
The South Gate Guardian General was a man of eight feet tall, with a commanding appearance.
In terms of looks, quite impressive.
But at this moment, faced with Dong Huang's reprimand, he instantly seemed dwarfed.
He timidly replied:
"I am stationed here by order of Marquis Wenn, without his command, I cannot open the gate."
"How dare you!"
Dong Huang was furious:
"I am the commander of the Imperial Guard, the nephew of Prime Minister Dong! Who does Lü Fengxian think he is? A sycophant and flatterer! My uncle adopted him as a godson, it is a courtesy view of him! It doesn't mean his status is higher than my biological nephew's!
You now dare to refuse my order. Do you believe I won't have someone chop off your head right now to play ball?"
Dong Huang was always tyrannical!
