Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Grandpa Qin wasn't selling breakfast, but the table was there, and there were indeed other people eating there, so it's hard to refute the accusation.

Even if they can explain it clearly, at worst they can just change the location and set up a stall in front of the main gate of the guild hall, which would only disrupt the city's image.

Since the power of discourse is in his hands as the director of the city management office, he can say whatever he wants.

Pierce had his thoughts sorted out, but he still had some reservations.

Pointing to Luo Tian on the small table, Pierce asked, "What's the background of that young man? There are many hidden talents in the capital. It would be bad if he offended some big shot."

Liu Sha smiled proudly and said:

"Don't worry! That person is the manager of our association. I specifically investigated a few days ago and found out that he does not hold any position in the city hall."

"If he were truly a big shot, why would he disregard his status to become the manager of the Transmigrators' Guild, and even eat with that old man at such a small table?"

Upon hearing this, Pierce felt somewhat relieved.

He was merely a newly appointed nobleman, essentially still at the level of a wealthy merchant. His information channels were better than Liu Sha's, but still limited; he had no right to know the real information from the upper echelons.

Generally speaking, people he doesn't know are either low-class or of such high status that he's not qualified to know them.

The man next to the small table clearly belongs to the former category.

As for Grandpa Qin himself, the investigation confirmed that he was just a long-time employee of the Transmigrator Management Committee. He might have some connections, but they were not important to him.

He became somewhat concerned, but Pierce still cautiously warned Liu Sha:

"To become the manager of the Transmigrators' Guild, although it's not an important position, one must still have some connections."

If things really get out of hand, you'll need to notify the other transmigrators to report that security guard's misconduct. That way, things will be easier to handle.

Liu Sha readily agreed.

Sir Pierce's face turned serious as he reached out from the car and pinned the badge of the Imperial Guard's City Management Office to his chest.

After checking the work ID in his pocket, the portly Earl Pierce swaggered toward the entrance of the Transmigrators' Guild.

P.S.: I originally planned to finish writing this part of the story, but as I was writing, I realized it was almost 5 a.m., and I'm getting all weird. I'll update earlier tomorrow.

Chapter 338 How about making it into a battery? 5000

Grandpa Qin didn't have the habit of deliberately eavesdropping on conversations around him, but as a seasoned demigod, he possessed a powerful, instinctive sense. The malicious gazes of Liu Sha and Sir Pierce not far away were as dazzling to him as a campfire in the dark night.

So as Sir Pierce walked toward the entrance of the clubhouse, he was greeted by this portly nobleman.

"This is the guild hall; unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering!"

With a serious expression, Grandpa Qin reached out and stopped Sir Pierce in front of the clubhouse door to prevent them from disturbing Luo Tian, ​​who was deep in thought.

But Sir Pierce was there to cause trouble, so why would he let it go with a casual remark?

Sir Pierce pointed to the badge on his chest and said haughtily:

"I am Lord Pierce, the head of the City Management Office under the Imperial Security Department, responsible for managing the appearance of the entire capital city."

I received a report that someone anonymously accused you of abusing your power by setting up a stall in front of the Time Traveler's Guild Hall, disrupting public order and damaging the appearance of the capital city.

As the head of the City Management Office, I have the authority to take you back to the Imperial Security Department for investigation. I hope you will cooperate!

After speaking, Sir Pierce took out his identification from his pocket and handed it to Grandpa Qin.

Grandpa Qin did not take Sir Pierce's credentials, because he was already stunned.

When he first sensed that malicious gaze, Grandpa Qin had already guessed the identities of Liu Sha and Sir Pierce.

In his view, Sir Pierce's great hostility towards him might be due to some old adversaries who knew he had returned to the upper echelons' attention, or nobles with whom he had clashed, or even the possibility of remnants of spies under the Council of Gods.

Regardless of which identity he suspected, it was someone who could at least be considered respectable.

But to his utter surprise, the pot-bellied, arrogant and haughty nobleman in front of him was actually just an unknown minor lord.

And the "section chief" he mentioned was probably just an unpopular position that the security department gave to minor nobles to gain prestige.

A year ago in the capital, someone with such a status could easily hit two or three guys with noble titles or aristocratic bloodlines if you threw a brick in the East District.

It was only after the Empress's Great Purge that hereditary nobles were almost completely eradicated, and newly appointed lords were able to barely maintain their status.

With such a status, let alone Luo Tian, ​​even if Grandpa Qin were still that crippled demigod guarding the gate, it wouldn't be someone a mere newly promoted minor lord could easily provoke.

His connections and influence were not as great as those of the powerful nobles, but dealing with a minor lord was still no problem for him.

Sir Pierce naturally interpreted Qin's astonishment as unease following being notified of an investigation, which only made Sir Pierce's demeanor even more arrogant.

"He's just an old man who was transferred here to gain seniority. He's only been in the capital for a year and hasn't seen much of the world."

If I had known he was so easily intimidated, I should have secretly threatened him and then taken control of him.

This way, the cost of placing people in the clubhouse as security guards can be saved.

"But now that we've already started making moves in the open, we still have to get rid of him."

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and Sir Pierce's voice grew louder.

"Please cooperate with the Imperial Security Department!"

The events at the entrance naturally attracted the attention of many transmigrators entering and leaving the hall. The crowd gathered in front of the gate, looking at the scene in surprise.

After exchanging information about the cause and effect, many time travelers looked worried, because in their experience, the gatekeeper, Uncle Qin, was relatively kind. As long as they did not violate the rules of the guild, Uncle Qin would usually grant them any requests.

Other time travelers, however, wore smiles and almost wanted to applaud as they watched Grandpa Qin being sternly questioned by Pierce.

During this time, they had already experienced the privileges of being members of the Transmigrators' Guild.

Without engaging in any productive work, one can enjoy the best housing, the finest food, receive a monthly allowance, and even have the opportunity to embark on an extraordinary path that ordinary people dream of.

This allowed them to finally enjoy the life of a time traveler, a life that had previously only existed in their imagination.

The sudden wealth brought by some transmigrators with weak willpower naturally led to a misconception of mental imbalance.

Many people began to consider themselves superior and looked down on the club's management system and staff.

Luo Tian and his group only came into contact with each other during the registration process, so not many people disliked them. However, Grandpa Qin enforced some of the rules of the club, causing some people who did not follow the rules to suffer greatly.

They all believed that Qin, being just an old man, had no right to manage them. They were transmigrators who were above ordinary people and should not be restricted by these rules and regulations.

Some of the transmigrators, harboring malice in their hearts, were naturally overjoyed to see that this ungrateful old man was about to be taken away for investigation by the Imperial Guard.

Many people even cheered from within the crowd.

"Arrest him!"

"Your Excellency upholds the law impartially!"

"To rid the people of this scourge!"

......

Amid cheers, Grandpa Qin recovered from his initial astonishment.

The malice emanating from the crowd almost made Grandpa Qin believe he had done something terrible and become the target of everyone's ire.

His brows furrowed deeply on his aged face, and Grandpa Qin's voice became somewhat low as he said:

"The Transmigrators' Guild has no connection with the Imperial Security Department, so what right do you have to arrest me?"

Sir Pierce smiled smugly, waved the credentials in his hand, and said:

"I am arresting you, a person who has disturbed public safety, in the name of the City Management Office. As long as the Transmigrators' Guild is within the capital, it should be under the supervision of our City Management Office."

We must strictly stop this uncivilized behavior of setting up stalls arbitrarily and damaging the city's appearance!

As soon as the words were spoken, a magic-powered hovercar with the words "City Management Office" written on it descended rapidly from a distance. One by one, people wearing uniforms with the abbreviation "City Management Office" written on their faces stepped off the hovercar.

Sir Pierce nodded with a smile when he saw his men arrive.

In fact, before Sir Pierce took over the City Management Office, this small department under the Imperial Guard had no presence whatsoever.

However, due to the terrifying power displayed by the regent, coupled with the ever-growing size of the empire, the authority of the city administration, backed by the entire empire, expanded even further.

As long as the shops are avoided by the nobles and those in power, Sir Pierce could easily order the other shops and stalls to close down for allegedly affecting the city's appearance.

Even high-level superhumans in the civilian population would be helpless in this situation; they would not risk a direct confrontation with the imperial law enforcement for the sake of a mere shop.

Given the empire's current power, the only ones who could fall under its iron fist are unrelated civilian superhumans like them.

Therefore, the high-level superhumans in the civilian population could only grit their teeth and pay a fine. Sir Pierce, who relied on this channel to generate revenue, smoothed things over with his subordinates and gained considerable influence within the Imperial Security Department. This was also the source of his confidence to meddle in the Transmigrators' Guild.

Looking around, many time travelers had gathered in front of the gate to join in the fun.

Sir Pierce knew this was the perfect opportunity to spread his fame, so he raised his hands and addressed the crowd:

"Please rest assured, everyone. The Transmigrator's Hall was built by order of His Majesty the Regent to accommodate you, the transmigrators of noble status. I will absolutely not allow such uncivilized behavior to appear at the entrance of the Transmigrator's Hall."

This is an insult to all the time travelers, and even more so, an insult to His Majesty the Regent!

After saying that, Sir Pierce waved his hand and shouted, "Take him away!"

Upon hearing the order, the urban management officers strode forward to take Grandpa Qin away.

However, in the next moment, a powerful pressure erupted from that old body, and the earth seemed to tremble. The instinctive fear from the depths of people's hearts madly devoured the rationality of the city management officers.

They knelt down in fear, heads bowed, not daring to look at the old man in the security guard uniform who looked frail.

Then, Grandpa Qin moved.

With a single step, the gloomy-faced Mr. Qin stood before Sir Pierce, his rough hand landing on Pierce's shoulder, his voice, tinged with anger, echoing in Sir Pierce's ears.

"Who gave your city management office the audacity to arrest a demigod?"

Sir Pierce's body stiffened instantly, his wide eyes trembling violently.

"A... demigod?"

Sir Pierce felt a chill run down his spine. He had only intended to gain some reputation at the Transmigrators' Guild, but he had unexpectedly encountered a demigod in disguise.

Keep in mind that as a newly promoted lord, his strongest subordinate was only a fourth-level transcendent being.

Without the Imperial Guard as his backing, even a mortal saint would be a remarkable figure to him, let alone a demigod.

The hand resting on his left shoulder began to exert force, and Sir Pierce felt a tingling numbness all over his body. The rough right hand on his shoulder seemed to be tearing him apart completely.

Sir Pierce exclaimed in surprise:

"You can't kill me! I'm the head of the Imperial Security Department!"

"If you openly kill a section chief of the Imperial Security Department, you will definitely be wanted by the Imperial Security Department. Even if you are a demigod, you will not be able to escape the punishment of the Great Yin Empire!"

Sir Pierce's words caused Grandpa Qin's right hand to pause slightly, and a hint of hesitation arose in his heart.