Chapter 614: Just Like This


    "The new hall master has arrived?"


    Before anyone could catch a glimpse of their new head, they received a notification to assemble in the main hall.


    And there she was, sitting at the main seat, leisurely sipping her tea.


    She appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a long ck and white patched dress.


    Since the room was heated, she didn''t wear the apricot-colored down coat, giving her a more cool look.


    Her slender fingers elegantly traced the edge of the teacup, boredly propping up her chin with one hand, while her bright, watery eyes assessed the decorations in the room.


    The fact that the new hall master turned out to be such a young girl, who appeared to still be in high school, made many doubt her ability to manage Wind Hall.


    The middle-aged women who had been chatting together just a moment ago couldn''t help but secretly look down on her.


    However, in the next moment, Cheyenne demonstrated how naive and shallow their thoughts and perceptions were.


    Her gaze moved away from the cup, turning towards the crowd.


    Seeing their unimpressive standing posture, Cheyenne raised her red lips and slowly ced the tea cup on the table.


    Bang.


    The sudden loud sound brought the chattering voices in the room to an abrupt halt.


    All eyes turned to Cheyenne, who gracefully stood up, her aurapletely different from her rxed state moments ago.


    "May I have your attention? If you still have something to say, feel free to continue, but I''d like that person toe up on stage," she said.


    With her words, the room quieted down even more, not a single person speaking.


    Her cool gaze swept over them all before nodding in satisfaction and continuing, "Good, since you no longer have anything to say, it''s my turn to speak."


    That nce she gave inexplicably sent shivers down people''s spines.


    No one had expected that young as she was, Cheyenne would possess such an awe-inspiring presence.


    They had previously thought she was an easy target, but now they were not sure.


    "Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Cheyenne Lawrence. My mother is Sh, and I am Layne''s granddaughter. For now, I am the temporary acting hall master of Wind Hall."


    As her words fell, there was a slightmotion among the crowd below.


    "I''ve observed everything just now and finally discovered the reason behind Wind Hall''s declining state. It''s because of theck of discipline,ck of rules, and excessive freedom! Apparently, too much freedom leads to trouble!"


    "So, starting from today, I will disrupt all your arrangements and redistributing work based on practicality and individual capabilities."


    "We will put an end to the mentality of getting something for nothing and improve Wind Hall''s business capabilities, restoring our glory as one of the top four halls."


    She said so much, but everyone only cared about reassigning work!


    Don''t be ridiculous. They had been idling around for so many years, leading a content life of waking up, eating, ying chess, and chatting. They hadn''t worked in years. Now suddenly saying they would be given tasks, many people protested.


    A middle-aged man with a growing paunch raised his eyebrows and coldly red at Cheyenne, speaking disrespectfully.


    "What the hell are you? So what if you''re Layne''s granddaughter? Once you''re married, you''re an outsider. What qualifications do you have to be the head of the hall?" Cheyenne nced coldly at the middle-aged man,pletely fearless. She picked up a silver needle and held it between her fingertips.


    "Just based on this!" she eximed.


    Before her words fullynded, the silver needle shot out with a whoosh.


    The silver light shed and disappeared in mid-air.


    Others couldn''t see where the needle went, but the middle-aged man could clearly follow its trajectory.


    The silver needle cut through the cold air and approached his forehead. As he saw the chilling sharpness of the needle, it was already approaching him. Within a meter.


    Directly towards his brow.


    Unexinably, his body froze in ce.


    His consciousness told him to move quickly; if the needle hit his forehead, his life woulde to an end.


    Although he knew exactly what to do, his aging and heavy body couldn''t follow his brainmand.


    ng!


    The silver needle didn''t pierce his forehead as he had expected. Instead, just a second before reaching his brow, it changed its trajectory.


    It grazed his forehead, cutting off a strand of his short hair, and finally firmly hit the puppet behind him.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Exactly on the location between the eyebrows.


    The middle-aged man, who had been shouting just moments ago, suddenly bent his legs, fell to the ground.


    Sweat the size of beans dropped onto his white cor, staining it dark.


    Cheyenne elegantly withdrew her hand and sat back in her chair. "How about it? Do I have the qualifications to be your acting hall master? If? anyone still opposes, they cane and Challenge me. In Wind Hall, the capable always rise to the top."


    Everyone in the hall remained silent, bowing their heads.


    Among them, some were beginners, and many knew only superficial knowledge of pharmacology, while others didn''t understand anything at all and just relied on idle living.


    "No one? In that case, I will exercise


    my authority Cheyenne dered. "Connor, issue an order. In ten days, I will conduct our first performance assessment, implementing a scoring system. Those with high scores will receive focused while those with low scores should


    raining,


    find another line of work as soon as possible."


    Each of her words had a resounding impact, as if she was firmly setting the tone.


    In the face of strength, no one dared to stand up and say "no."


    In fact, Connor had already wanted to do this, but because of his lower seniority and Yvonne being an outsider, he hadn''t been able to implement this idea.


    He could only watch as most of them turned into parasites with attitudes.


    "Alright, I''ll go write the notification letter," Connor happily retreated. As he passed by Regan, she sarcastically taunted him.


    "Don''t be too happy, you useless old fool. Once useless, you will naturally be kicked out. I can''t believe you''re still able to smile."


    Her words were quite ufortable


    to listen to. Connor coughed and


    frowned, saying, "Regan, I admit that


    I''m old, but just because admitt


    you''re


    useless doesn''t mean I''m useless."


    "You!" Regan was infuriated by his foolishness.


    Cheyenne had made it clear that she was on Yvonne''s side. Was Connor truly clueless or pretending to be clueless?


    If she was allowed to wreak havoc like this, no one could expect to have good days!


    No, she couldn''t cooperate.