Little An crossed his arms over his chest, sneering, "Speak up, continue, what do you think I am? Let me help you finish your sentence."
Those people broke out in a cold sweat, hunched over and hurriedly came to bow and greet Little An, apologetically saying, "Oh, it's Big Brother An, sorry, we didn't see you. Also, why are you standing in line here? Come, move to the front, move to the front. Had we known it was you, Big Brother An, we wouldn't have dared to speak rudely."
"I doubt you little brats would dare." Little An snorted coldly, "Use your eyes next time. Fortunately, it was me today, but if you run into someone else next time, hmph!"
"Yes, yes, Big Brother An's lesson is absolutely right." The group nodded in agreement, bowing deeply.
These folks are the servants of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice's son in the Capital City.
"But, Big Brother An, what are you doing? Why are you standing in line here?" The servant standing behind Little An asked in puzzlement.
