The security captain heard their own words and was extremely impressed for a moment.

He already had a bias in his heart, but this kind of thing was not something he could do.

Soon, the dean of the villa came. He was a middle-aged man with a fair face and elegant temperament.

"I've met Dean Huang," many people greeted him.

Dean Huang had learned about this before coming. He asked a few more questions, then turned his head to look at Li Yongsheng, "It is you who offends foreign friends? Now I announce that you are not welcomed by Chaoyang Villa... move out as soon as possible."

"As for what to do today, I will transfer you to the capture room. This is no longer something that the monastery can handle."

As soon as these words were said, the onlookers were immediately infuriated. Are you going to expose this matter to society?

Generally speaking, any incidents within this monastery will be coordinated internally. This is true for this mansion, and the Chaoyang Reconstruction Hall. If you hand over the matter to the arresting house, it will be a big deal.

The students and teachers in this monastery are unwilling to disclose the affairs of the ivory tower to society.

Prince Ambek heard this and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He could be treated preferentially within the monastery, but if he really wanted to expose the matter, he would only have more power to use.

"You are worthy of announcing that he is not popular?" At this moment, a cold snorted from outside the crowd, and then a woman walked in. It was no one else, but Kong Shujie, the head teacher of Bocheng.

Her clothes were pretty neat, but her hair was scattered and her eyes were covered with blood. It was obvious that she rushed over after receiving the news.

She looked at Dean Huang, "I am the Chief Instructor of Boben, would you drive me out too?"

Dean Huang looked at her and said without any yin and sunshine, "No wonder Xiusheng is like this, it turns out that the chief teaching officer is just like this."

"Boy, I won't bother with you for now," Kong Shujie sneered. She turned to look at the group of foreigners, "Which bastard has beaten my disciple?"

For a long time, General Kong has appeared as an intellectual beauty. Now he has a unkempt and dirty face, but he looks like a traitor.

Prince Anbek was responsible, he snorted coldly, "It was your disciple who beat me."

"Get out of here." General Kong waved his hand, like driving a fly, "I'm not even a training, what are you and me?"

Then she looked at the others and said coldly, "I deserve to lose if my disciple loses. He is not good at learning skills. You fight well. I will ask now... Which bastard is bullying the bad guy? Stand out for me!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and spoke, "He threatened the prince's safety, so..."

"It's you?" Kong Shujie looked at him coldly.

Middle-aged men are also popular. You are a mid-level Si Xiu, as if I were not, "So what if I am?"

"Go to death for me!" Kong Shujie raised her hand and grabbed it. Her small white palm turned into about a meter tall, and grabbed it hard, "Will the barbarians turn into foreign countries, dare to invade the upper country of Middle-earth?"

The middle-aged man had no time to defend himself, so he unsheathed his waist and slashed hard at the big hand, "Who are you?"

He saw it very accurately. The other party had little combat experience, and as the prince's personal bodyguard, he was selected from a hundred miles away, and the most important thing he lacked was combat experience.

If he expected it was not bad, he would cut open the transformed palm within two breaths. This transformed palm was amazing, but it was not very practical, and it would be easy to break the surface with a point.

Unfortunately, after several slashes, he found that he had miscalculated, "Holding the grass, is there such a strong spiritual energy?"

If there is enough spiritual energy, the shortcomings of transformation will not be their shortcomings.

It is as the old saying goes: if you have spiritual energy, you willfulness; if you don’t have spiritual energy, you will accept your fate!

"Go down and take a shower," Kong Shujie's big hand grabbed the other party. She also knew that it would be difficult to break the other party's defense for a while. After being entangled for a long time, someone would have to worry about it. So she shook her hand and threw the person into the lake.

Her throw was much further than Li Yongsheng's throw, and she threw it out more than twenty feet.

The middle-aged man wanted to fight back, but he was wrapped in big hands and had no good way. He wanted to use extreme means, but he really didn't have the courage to do that - the consequence was something he could not bear.

So he was thrown into the lake, and what was even more tragic was that the Crescent Kingdom was a country with extremely water shortage, and almost 99% of people could not swim...

In such a small lake, he was not at risk of drowning, but it was obvious that he would not be able to reach the shore for a while.

"Okay, the annoying person is here," Kong Shujie clapped her hands easily before looking at Anbeck, "What are you telling me?"

"It's your disciple...he took action first," His Royal Highness's eyes were a little panicked.

"Don't talk to me about these things. I will find someone to restore the scene," Mr. Kong snorted coldly and said with a smile, "I'm surprised. The country of Crescent is my enemy country in Middle-earth. Why do you dare to be so arrogant... Let's talk about it?"

"Middle Turkey has already had a ceasefire with the Crescent Kingdom," Annbeck replied randomly.

"It's not your turn to come to China and Turkey to make a move, right?" Kong Shujie looked at him strangely.

"This lady," at this moment, Dean Huang spoke with a solemn look on his face, "On behalf of Chaoyang Reconstruction Hall, I now announce that you and your disciples are people who are not welcome in this monastery..."

"First, you have to move out. Chaoyang Villa is not for people like you. Second, we will hand you over to the Beijing Capture House. I hope you can cooperate and not make unnecessary resistance, which will make things worse."

Kong Shujie turned her head and looked at him, with an indescribable strange look in her eyes, "It's not for people like us to live in... Do you know what you are talking about? I live in a reserved room in the education system."

"The people in the education system may not be all good people," Dean Huang replied lightly, "I only know that you beat a foreign friend... Now, can you go to the arresting house with me?"

After Li Yongsheng came, he always looked like a good boy, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but say, "Why did you do when a foreign friend beat a Chinese?"

Dean Huang cannot answer this question, he can only be heard.

"The Crescent Kingdom only had a ceasefire with China and Turkey and did not sign any agreement," Kong Shujie added, "Director Huang, is there another reason for you to protect them like this?"

This question is too vicious, and it is simply a suspicion that the other party is selling its own interests.

"He is not the dean at all," a voice came from the crowd, "A mere mid-level minister, who is in charge of a villa, really thinks he is the vice president of the Great Review Hall?"

No one saw who said this, but from this we can see that Dean Huang's behavior made some onlookers unable to see it.

"That's right, this child is summoned by the Government Council," someone echoed loudly on the other side, "Director Huang is so brave that he can't even see the summons of the Government Council."

"How many people are summoned by the Government Council every year?" President Huang smiled grimly, "What a big deal? It's detained in the arresting room, and you can't see it if you can't see it."

Otherwise, the people in the capital would not take many things too seriously when they lived under the feet of the emperor. They had too many powerful people.

"Do you want to detain Li Yongsheng?" Kong Shujie grinned, her snow-white teeth shining brightly.

President Huang smiled coldly, "I think you can even be detained, don't be arrogant... really, this is the capital!"

"Ahem," at this moment, a cough came, "Xiao Huang, please step down, you're not doing this."

"Yu... the old president?" President Huang's face changed drastically, "I'm doing it impartially, really."

The crowd dispersed, and an old man in Tang suit walked in slowly with his hands behind his back. The man's hair was snow-white, but he had a young man's face, white skin, tender teeth, and red lips.

"I don't care whether you have done it impartially or not," he said loudly, then nodded at Kong Shujie, "Xiao Kong, I'm sorry for you. Why don't you tell me when I come to Beijing?"

"Old teacher, how dare I disturb you?" Mr. Kong raised his hand and arched his eyes red, "You, you...you are you in a state of mind?"

"Disciples may not be inferior to teachers," Dean Yu smiled and waved his hand. "You are a disciple I am optimistic about. You will recognize you so far... You should be better than me in the future."

"Disciple is ashamed of the teacher's expectations," Mr. Kong's eyes turned red, and tears as big as beans kept falling, and in the blink of an eye, wet the front.

"Okay, the boss is still crying," the old dean frowned, looking a little impatient. It can be seen that this person is a serious person.

Kong Shujie was so scared that she raised her hand to wipe her tears, and she immediately didn't dare to cry.

The majestic and arrogant general teaching officer just now acted like a little girl after meeting Dean Yu.

The old dean ignored her and looked at Anbek with his hands behind his back, "Did you draw the restricted area in my Chaoyang Villa?"

This mouth is opened and it points directly to the key point.

"I didn't draw the penalty area," the prince was not stupid either. He shook his head and denied it flatly, "I'm just not used to people around me when I travel."

"You are a cultivator and practice in a monastery," the old dean said lightly, "Why bring the social system to the monastery? If you insist on doing this, you can only ask you to come from and where you go."

"Old Dean," Dean Huang was so scared that he kept squinting.

Old Dean Yu turned his head to look at him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "Let's talk about your affairs back!"

Prince Anbek was stunned when he heard this. As a prince, it was normal for him to travel in a manner. The Central Turkish government had to recognize it. The main reason for the conflict between him and Li Yongsheng just now was that his servant did not speak Chinese dialect.

If it were the same as before, in Chinese dialect, there shouldn’t be much problem.

But...Isn't this accustomed to others' avoidance?

Otherwise, people's problems are all accustomed to, and this is true.

The serious one is that this white-haired old man sees different things - a cultivator shouldn't have such a style.

(Monthly ticket summoned in the third update)
Chapter completed!