"Whimper...."
Yang Hucheng stood frozen in place, wanting to utter some threats, but he could not find the words. Instead, he could only roll on the ground continuously, like the body of a snake.
"Wang Teng."
Chen Yuan called out softly.
Wang Teng, who was slow to react, only realized what was happening when the person beside him nudged him. He hurried over to Chen Yuan's side and bowed, saying, "My lord."
"Take this traitor Yang Hucheng away. Without my orders, no one is allowed to approach him, understand?"
Opening his mouth, Wang Teng hesitated. After all, having been part of the Eastern Imperial City Bureau for many years, he knew the severity of Deputy Commander Yang.
Yet, looking into Chen Yuan's firm gaze, he dared not refuse, for fear of being executed on the spot.
For someone who dared to cripple Yang Hucheng's meridians, he, a mere Heavenly Patrol Envoy with no background, would likely have no one to avenge him were he to be struck down then and there.
