"Eunuch, look at this, I still have bruises on my face."
"And have you not seen the fresh, red slap mark on my face?"
...
A crowd of people were all talking at once, each making their complaints to Ding Dang.
This had left Eunuch Ding Dang at a loss.
He coughed softly, "It seems to be a serious matter, after all. Perhaps it would be better to report to the Crown Prince. Many here are subjects of the Chu Kingdom, and the King should also be informed."
One man beat up so many people.
Hao Ren seemed quite capable.
Seeing Ding Dang about to head into the inner room, Zhang Quanzhong was extremely anxious.
If the people inside found out, they would undoubtedly question Hao Ren. Intoxicated as he was, if he let slip something he shouldn't, today was the grand eightieth birthday celebration of the old master—it must not be disrupted.
