The Inspection Immortal General was very efficient. Or, one might say, he knew how to kiss ass. He rushed to the gate, ready to "forcefully expel" the immortals who were blocking the entrance! Thus, a heated commotion and shouting match were inevitable. If it weren’t for the fact that the Inspection Immortal General was outnumbered, he would certainly have fought back.
So, the gate beca even more chaotic. The two directors of the Root Grains Office and the Mountain Mining Office pointed accusatorily at the Primary Departnt and yelled loudly, "Tobe Maxwell, get out here!"
"What kind of hero uses his subordinates to fight his battles?"
"If you don’t give us an explanation today, this matter will not end!"
"Don’t brag about your abilities if the Divine Machine Departnt can’t deliver! Are you trying to ruin us? If you fail to produce the Immortal Devices today, we are going straight to the Emperor Venerable to complain!"
"Your failures in the Divine Machine Departnt are jeopardizing our capacity to et our targets. You all ought to be sent to the execution grounds!"
"Tobe Maxwell..."
"Co out! Stop hiding like a turtle!"
The onlooking immortals were all smiles and laughs: The real show had begun! Among these people were representatives from the other three top-ranked factions and, of course, individuals from the Hiram Garden. They obviously wanted to fan the flas from behind the scenes, hidden within the crowd they shouted, "Break in!"
"Grab Tobe Maxwell and give him a good beating!"
Of course, the people from the Mountain Mining Office wouldn’t be influenced — with our riches and prestigious positions, a few shouts suffice, there’s no need to rush.
However, the people from the Root Grains Office were genuinely fuming. Given their years of being bullied in the Heaven Realm, so hot-headed ones actually started charging towards the Primary Departnt!
"Tobe Maxwell, get out here!"
Suddenly, a massive immortal power surged from within the Primary Departnt. This instantly forced the crowd from the Root Grains Office to step back, their faces draining of color.
It was an Immortal King’s presence.
Dressed in his official uniform, the respectable figure of Mr. Sun stepped out, his hands behind his back and a stern look on his face. He fixed a cold stare at the people outside, "How audacious!"
A deafening boom echoed in everyone’s ears, the ones with lower ranks swayed on the spot, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
The director of the Root Grains Office, too, was an Immortal King. He stepped forward indignantly, "What tactics are you trying to pull? Where are our Immortal Devices? If you can’t produce them today, I’m willing to risk my life to have your entire Primary Departnt brought back and caged to plow our fields!"
Mr. Sun glanced at him, murmuring, "Tools being manipulated."
The Root Grains Office’s director was montarily speechless, his face flushing an intense red. He had a suspicion about the unusual intentions behind this incident. Despite knowing the manipulation, he had no choice but to continue fighting, otherwise the Root Grains Office would definitely be unable to complete their upcoming tasks.
However, being called out by Mr. Sun did make him look foolish and it was quite embarrassing.
"Regardless, it was your Divine Machine Departnt who made the initial mistake! You’ve failed in your refining tasks, what right do you have to criticize us?" The director of the Root Grains Office retaliated forcefully.
Mr. Sun chuckled, "Just a few Immortal Devices, is it worth you all creating such a fuss?"
"Just a few Immortal Devices?" The director of Root Grains Office laughed out of frustration, "If it’s as simple as you say, then bring them out? If you could really produce them, would we be shouting at your doors?"
Mr. Sun calmly said, "Send a few people with to pick up your Immortal Devices."
The director of the Root Grains Office did not believe Mr. Sun could deliver any Immortal Devices, "I suspect that I should personally accompany you! I would very much like to see how many Immortal Devices you can produce!"
The director of the Mountain Mining Office also wanted to go along, but was deterred by Mr. Sun’s glare, "Did I ask you to co in? Get out!"
The director of Mountain Mining Office was also an Immortal King, but Mr. Sun’s power was clear – it surpassed his own. His team at the Mountain Mining Office all shared a common belief: with our wealth, we ought to maintain our high living standards and enjoy life as long as possible. We, the shoe-wearing wealthy, would not engage in a pointless conflict with you, the barefoot poor.
The director of Mountain Mining Office heartily withdrew! The others present scoffed at him, but the people from the Mountain Mining Office all felt that their leader had made the right move: we feel at ease following such a pragmatic leader!
The director of Root Grains Office, along with a few subordinates, followed Mr. Sun, all the while bellowing, "Where is it? Where are our Immortal Devices?"
Mr. Sun took them to the warehouse and opened the door, "There are a total of four hundred Immortal Buffalo chanisms, one hundred Harvest Bird Immortal Machines, and one hundred Big Belly Grinder Immortal Machines. Please take the ti to count them."
The director of the Root Grains Office and his associates beheld, a warehouse full of Immortal Devices—in fact, more than enough!
"Gulp—" they all fell silent.
Mr. Sun stood by, coldly watching them. The director of the Root Grains Office carefully inspected each device, finding them all to be top-quality – there were no inferior substitutions or refurbished items.
The face of the director of Root Grains Office turned red in embarrassnt. He approached Mr. Sun, bowed deeply and spoke, "We underestimated your Majesty, and acted foolishly! We were manipulated in this incident...we offended you, Majesty. We beg for your generosity and forgiveness. We will have the paynts sent to you as soon as we get back."
Back outside the Primary Departnt’s gate, soone was adding fuel to the fla, "The Primary Departnt can produce the Immortal Devices? That’s nonsense! Just wait and see, Tobe Maxwell is definitely going to apologize and beg the Director for more ti..."
By this ti, the Inspection Immortal General was full of confidence, holding his head high with his nostrils pointed skyward, "What fools!"
"Just wait and see how we at the Primary Departnt will make you eat your words!"
Even though it was primarily thanks to Mr. Sun, as a mber of the Primary Departnt, I still have the right to feel proud, right?
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