"The one outside… *pant*… Is that… the son of Zheng Haoran?"
Samba's eyes darted from side to side as he shouted his reply, "Wolf King, it's the Prince Consort! The Prince Consort you appointed!"
His urgent tone held a clear subtext: 'You're the one who picked him! Now he's here, and no one can stop him! The Prince Consort is about to slaughter his way in!'
A soft chuckle echoed from within the Wolf King's Residence.
"Let him… come in."
A look of shock crossed Samba's face.
The crowd blocking Zheng Xiu erupted in hushed whispers.
Before long, however, they parted of their own accord, creating a path.
Zheng Xiu stared at the opening in the crowd, his brow furrowed. He didn't move.
