333: What happens when you offend Zhao Tianyang?

The tone of the surrounding chatter shifted.

It was no longer just idle curiosity; it now carried a genuine sense of dread and... pity for the Lin siblings.

Mythical-grade profession: Asura.

These few words seemed to cause the temperature in the entire hall to drop by several degrees.

That was no longer within the realm of ordinary Transferred Ones, but an existence truly standing at the peak of the pyramid. Every Mythical-grade professional would become a walking strategic weapon in the future.

And the "Asura" class was famous even among those of Mythic Rank for its violence and lack of control.

Lin Yu's movements remained unchanged throughout.

He just listened quietly.

Asura?

Does a class affect one's personality?

Has this kid become so high-profile lately?

He truly hadn't paid attention to him for a long time.

A strange thought surfaced in the depths of Lin Yu's heart.

Since everyone says he's hot-tempered and out of control now... then I'd really like to see for myself just how explosive he's become.

This bit of dark humor made the curve of his lips look a little more genuine.

The Receptionist's finger hovered over the virtual light screen, hesitating to press down.

Her body was trembling.

She wasn't faking it.

She was truly afraid.

She heard the discussions of those around her loud and clear.

She knew better than anyone what happened to those who provoked Zhao Tianyang. Last time, an oblivious top-tier scion had merely said a few extra words while Zhao Tianyang was training, and he had three ribs broken on the spot, with half the training room being demolished along with him.

Afterward, the family of that scion didn't dare to utter a single word of complaint.

What about her?

What was she even worth?

But... she looked around for help, only to see faces waiting to watch the drama unfold.

Looking back, there was Lin Yao, standing with her hands on her hips in a defiant pose.

And Lin Yu's face, which was so calm it was driving her crazy.

There was no way back.

She had made a fatal mistake.

She had blown the situation out of proportion.

She had brought up the name "Zhao Tianyang" in front of everyone.

Now, if she didn't call for him, everything she just said would become a joke. Not only would she have offended these two "frauds" of unknown background, but she would also become the laughingstock of the entire Organization.

Blustering only to end up slapping her own face.

This was a consequence she also couldn't afford.

Choosing the lesser of two evils.

No, it was no longer a question of which was lesser.

It was that she had to grind these two people into the dirt, using their wretchedness and misery to prove that she was right!

A mad thought took hold of her reason.

She didn't contact Zhao Tianyang directly.

She didn't dare.

Her finger swiped across the light screen, connecting to an internal encrypted communication channel.

"Manager, it's me."

Her voice was kept very low, carrying a hint of deliberately manufactured grievance and trembling.

On the light screen, a holographic projection of a middle-aged man appeared; he wore a sharp suit and had his brows furrowed.

"What is it? Didn't I say we have distinguished guests today? Don't bother me with trivial matters!"

"Manager, it's not a trivial matter."

The Receptionist quickly organized her words, completely absolving herself of any blame.

"Someone is using Mr. Zhao Tianyang's VIP account and trying to force their way in."

"After I discovered it, I followed the procedure to verify and even kindly reminded them that they might have remembered wrongly, trying to give them a way out."

"But not only were they ungrateful, they also insulted me in public with an extremely arrogant attitude, insisting that I bring Mr. Zhao here for a confrontation."

In just a few words, she painted herself as a victim who was dutifully performing her job only to be humiliated.

Meanwhile, Lin Yu and Lin Yao became two ignorant and unreasonable frauds.

"I... I don't know what to do now. They've made a huge scene, and all the guests are watching..."

She perfectly performed a hint of helplessness and panic.

She believed the Manager would definitely take her side.

After all, maintaining the rules and face of the Organization was the Manager's duty.

However, what she received was not comfort or instructions.

But a roar suppressed to the extreme.

"Are you a pig?!"

The Manager's voice, coming through the encrypted channel, was like a steel needle stabbing violently into her ear.

"Who told you to blow this out of proportion?!"

"Who gave you the nerve to mention the name Zhao Tianyang in front of everyone?!"

"Remind them? Give them a way out? The best way to handle this would have been to politely invite them to the side and then privately notify security! Now that you've made it public knowledge, are you trying to let everyone see the Organization as a joke?"

"Or do you really want me to go and call that madman Zhao Tianyang out of the training room so he can demolish the hall too?!"

Every word from the Manager was like a slap across her face.

"I... I..."

"I what?!" The Manager's rage had clearly reached its peak. "Do you realize that because of you, you idiot, this is no longer a simple matter of right and wrong! It has become a matter of prestige between the Organization and Zhao Tianyang!"

"Now, if you back down, it means the Organization is afraid of frauds!"

"And if you really call Zhao Tianyang over and anything happens, can you take responsibility for it?!"

The Receptionist's body swayed, and she almost couldn't stand straight.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

She finally realized to what extent she had messed things up.

She was no longer on the edge of a cliff; she had been kicked off.

"Manager... then... what should I do now..." Her voice carried a sob.

"Stay there and don't move!"

The Manager's voice was as cold as ice.

"Before I arrive, if you dare say one more word or make any unnecessary move, you can pack your bags and get out!"

The communication was abruptly cut off.

The Receptionist froze in place, motionless.

The color drained completely from her originally delicate face, leaving only a deathly ashen pale.

The notification sound of the disconnected call wasn't loud in the hall, but it was like a heavy hammer shattering her last bit of hope.

It's over.

This was the only thought in her mind.

Every word of the Manager's roar was still echoing in her ears.

Pig.

Idiot.

She had messed things up to an irreparable degree.

The gazes of the onlookers were no longer just curious; they had turned into naked scrutiny and mockery. They must have guessed that she had been severely scolded over the phone.

She felt like a clown stripped of her clothes, standing alone in the center of the stage, being pointed at by everyone.

Cold sweat trickled down her spine, stream after stream.

What should she do?