"Won't get up?"
"Need me to repeat that?"
The Deputy General of the Vanguard Army cast his gaze downward, his voice turning cold.
Xu Xiangdong, kneeling on the ground, struggled with his gaze for a while before slowly rising to his feet and walking over with his head lowered.
"Xu Xiangdong!"
A local officer roared angrily, almost gnashing his teeth. Under the flickering dim candlelight, each pair of eyes was wide with fury, as if ready to devour someone.
"What, do you gentlemen have a problem with General Gongyang?"
"Or are you dissatisfied with the Demon Suppression Envoy?"
The young Deputy General's eyes suddenly sharpened, cold as a chilling blade in the dimness, surveying the enraged officers around. His words brought a palpable freeze to the hall's atmosphere.
Then, he turned his gaze towards Wei Zhong seated at the head of the room,
"What do you think? General Wei."
