Translator: Aran

  Four or five Violet Gold Divine Guards immediately unsheathed their swords and surrounded Little Nine.

  They were led by none other than Huang Lin, who was grimly smiling.

  Ye Qingyu frowned.

  He knew he should have stopped the silly dog from getting on people's nerves. But at the same time, Huang Lin was indeed too detestable and could not even stomach a reprisal.

  "Supervisor Huang, you're a top supervisor of the Violet Gold Divine Office, ..