"A mere Fuchun Order? But I don't know what the young master is, and he actually breathed such a sigh of relief?" After a light cough, a middle-aged man appeared at the door and looked at Ye Zhao and his group proudly.

Gao Sheng sneered: "My lord is currently the Suiyang Order and is about to take office in Suiyang. Are you the Fuchun Order?"

"I dare not, I am just a mere manager." The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Zhao with disdain and said, "It turns out that he is the new County Magistrate Ye, and he is polite."

"No gift." Ye Zhao nodded lightly and said, "Do you recognize me?"

After the manager's courtesy, he did not wait for Ye Zhao to reply, but stood up directly: "Mr. Ye has shown his strength in the north. Now the name of Magistrate Ye has spread throughout the officialdom. However, although my lord has stepped down as Fuchun, he is about to be promoted to prefect, not to retire. There is no vacant in his retirement yet. Therefore, he will return to his hometown to cultivate. According to the official position, my lord is still above Magistrate Ye. If Magistrate Ye is just here to visit, please wait here. You can pass it on your behalf. But if you want to stay, the place is already full. Please ask Magistrate Ye to find another place."

"There is no need to visit." Ye Zhao looked at the sky, looked down at the other party and said, "If it is not too early today, I will stay here tonight."

If a preparatory prefect is willing to make friends, Ye Zhao doesn't mind making friends, but a manager is so arrogant, and Ye Zhao is too lazy to deal with the other party.

"But this place is already full." The manager's eyes turned cold and he said coldly.

"According to my Han laws, the inn was built to avoid disturbing the people by passing officials, and the inn was built for officials to live in. The family members of officials can carry different numbers according to their ranks. Not to mention that your lord has not officially taken up the position of prefect, even if you become a prefect, your family members must not exceed eighty." Ye Zhao stared at the manager and said coldly: "Let the prefect make enough room for this official."

The manager looked at Ye Zhao coldly: "Mr. Ye is so unaware of the rules. After taking office, he may suffer a lot."

"I only know the law and do not understand any rules. If I understand what I say, I will immediately make room for me!" Ye Zhao snorted coldly.

"It's not possible!" the manager said angrily.

"Since that's the case, Guan Hai and Meng Hu!" Ye Zhao said coldly.

"Here!" Guan Hai, Meng Hu took a step forward.

"Go and help them." Ye Zhao said.

"Here!" If Ye Zhao hadn't spoken, Guan Hai's temperament would have been too late. At this moment, Ye Zhao gave the order, Guan Hai was the first to rush forward and kicked the manager over.

"Here's someone, come~ someone is causing trouble!"

When a servant saw that the person in charge was kicked down, he immediately screamed in fear and shrill. A large number of people rushed out of the courtyard of the post station, holding swords, guns, sticks, and staring at Ye Zhao and his group.

Ye Zhao and others were not in a hurry. Although they were few, not to mention Guan Hai and others, the thirty guards were selected from the border troops, and they had gone to the battlefield and killed people. It would be difficult to scare them in this small scene in front of them.

"Do it!" Ye Zhao waved.

In an instant, the aura of the thirty guards changed, and a fierce and bloody aura spread out from them. The five formed a formation and pounced on them like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The fierce and barbaric aura was not comparable to those of the guards who usually only knew to bully the people. It was just a charge. Before the three hundred servants began to resist, they were defeated. If they had not taken into account that the other party was not a real enemy, they were just a charge, and they would probably have dozens of lives left here.

Even so, the unbearable degree of these servants' guards also made Ye Zhao a little shocked. Although these people were considered to be the other party's private soldiers, the level of those who had seen such fierce elites. Just because of that aura, many people were so scared that they turned around and ran away. More people trampled on each other after being dispersed. Even though a few unlucky servants were trampled to death, Ye Zhao was not worried about this. What's the matter with him if he stepped on it?

The manager looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He originally thought that there were many people on his side and could easily drive away these ungrateful things. But the facts were completely contrary to what he imagined. Three hundred people were beaten by thirty people and ran around. Where did Ye Zhao get freaks for so many years?

"Die... It's dead, Ye... Ye Zhao... dare you kill someone!" The manager looked at the servants who were lying in a pool of blood, and felt a cold air rising from the bottom of his heart. He looked at Ye Zhao with a stern look and timid voice, even his voice became sharp.

"Don't talk nonsense. Which eye did you see my man killing?" Ye Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the beaten servants who were crying and calling for their parents, and curled his lips disdainfully.

"But... it's dead." The manager said tremblingly.

"Everyone will die." Ye Zhao looked indifferent: "But... these people were trampled to death by their own people, I wonder what they would feel in the underworld?"

"You..." The manager looked at Ye Zhao and said with a ugly expression: "My Li family is the Suiyang clan..."

"That's a coincidence." Ye Zhao looked at the manager in surprise and said, "Let your people free up the place for me, and we will stay here tonight."

"Rare!" Before the manager could speak, an angry shout came from the door.

Ye Zhao looked up and saw a fat man in a big belly and dressed in luxurious clothes standing in front of the inn. Looking at the scene in front of him, his body was trembling: "I am an official of the court. How dare you attack the official of the court for no reason? What is the crime?"

"Lord, save me~" the manager got up from the ground excitedly when he saw the visitor, and cried heartbrokenly.

"Cancel the team!" Ye Zhao waved his hand, and thirty guards quickly returned to Ye Zhao, formed a formation, and stared at the group of people.

"Who are you?" The fat man looked at Ye Zhao with a bad expression. He didn't care about the corpses lying on the ground and shouted sternly.

"Ye Zhao." Ye Zhao said calmly.

"The new Suiyang County Magistrate?" The fat man frowned and said, "Do you know me?"

"The former Fu Chunling, he may be promoted to prefect in the future." Ye Zhao said with a smile.

The fat man snorted coldly and said, "Since I know my name, what does County Magistrate Ye mean?"

"It's getting late. I want to stay here, but I was told that the entire inn was occupied by your family. According to my Han laws, even if I am the prefect, there must be no more than 80 entourages in the inn, let alone you are not the prefect yet." Ye Zhao said with his own advice.

"Lord, he..." The manager looked at Ye Zhao hatefully, trying to say something, but was interrupted by the other party rudely.

"Shut up!" The fat man glared at the manager fiercely, clasped his fists at Ye Zhao and said, "But it was my negligence, which allowed people to free up enough guest rooms for County Magistrate Ye."
Chapter completed!