"Sir, our young miss has come to participate in the servant selection at the White Tiger Manor," the large man explained with a good-natured grin.
"What time do you think it is? The selection is already over. Come back next month." The servant barely glanced at them, his tone hard as iron.
Seeing this, Wang Lin's brows furrowed slightly. But given the man's position, she didn't dare push too hard. Instead, she forced a smile and said:
"Big brother, we've come a very long way. Could you possibly make an exception?"
Wang Lin was quite pretty, so the servant couldn't help but pause when he saw her. His expression softened noticeably, but he still shook his head firmly. "No."
At that moment, a large number of servants appeared around the square, effectively sealing off the tent. Everyone was forbidden from approaching any closer.
All three of them were stunned. Even though this month wasn't going to work, they could always come back next month—but none of them wanted the trip to have been for nothing.
"Sir, a small token of our respect." Desperate, the old man fished ten taels of silver out of his pocket and offered them with a smile.
"You old fossil? You think I'm short ten taels of silver?"
"Now scram, and if you don't, I'll have you arrested." Yet the old man's gesture only enraged the servant further. He pointed at the old man and started cursing loudly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
The old man was terrified. The three of them hurried to apologize and quickly turned to leave, not daring to press the matter any further.
But just as they were about to give up, Chu Feng came swaggering over. He walked straight past the three of them and headed directly for the tent.
"Stop! Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"Get lost!" The servant was already seething, and seeing yet another person approach, he erupted into a roar.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it." Chu Feng cupped his ear and pretended not to understand.
"I told you to get—"
*Slap!*
Before the servant could finish, Chu Feng's palm landed across his cheek with a crack that echoed through the square.
At the same time, Chu Feng lifted his leg and delivered a kick that sent the servant flying backward, slamming him flat on his back against the ground.
"This…"
The whole thing happened far too quickly, but plenty of people witnessed it. Every servant from White Tiger Manor immediately closed in, their postures making it clear they were about to strike at Chu Feng.
Wang Lin stood there, jaw hanging open. She could never have imagined that Chu Feng would actually lay a hand on someone—this was beyond anything she had ever conceived.
"Miss, let's go—now!"
The old man and the large man grabbed Wang Lin at the same time and pulled her away. Both of them were certain Chu Feng was as good as dead. A commoner raising his hand against someone from White Tiger Manor was suicide. They needed to put as much distance between themselves and Chu Feng as possible.
"Stop them! They're with him!"
But at that very moment, the servant who had been struck pointed at Wang Lin and the other two and bellowed.
The other servants swiftly blocked their path, surrounding all three of them along with Chu Feng.
"You country bumpkin, you've gotten us killed!"