The roof of the Taiji Chamber of Commerce Arbitration Tribunal was almost blown off, a truly jaw-dropping sight! Aunt Li, who sold tofu, and Old Man Zhao, who sold pottery, were standing right in the middle of the courtyard, glaring at each other like two fighting cocks, holding garlic-skin megaphones and hurling abuses at one another.
Aunt Li's voice was shrill and piercing, as if it could puncture one's eardrums, while Old Man Zhao's voice was deep and hoarse, yet equally deafening. Their spittle flew everywhere like raindrops, mixed with a pungent aroma of garlic that filled the air, making people involuntarily cover their noses.
The originally quiet atmosphere in the tribunal was thoroughly shattered. Everyone stared in utter shock; some even got sprayed in the face with saliva. Meanwhile Huwa, the arbiter wearing a judge's cap made from the leftover scraps of the alliance banner, was now somewhat flustered by this sudden situation.
Chapter 567