"Yes, that makes sense." Leng Ruoxue nodded in agreement. That pig head had become scared silly after being taught a lesson by her silver wolves. Afterward, he was the first to die in battle. Alas! He was a young master after all, but he died before he could even perform well. How pitiful.
"Do you want to take advantage of our perilous situation?" a middle-aged man couldn't help asking Leng Ruoxue and the others.
"Don't worry. I won't take advantage of you," Leng Ruoxue comforted with a smile.
She turned to Ming Huan's team. "Ming Huan, I'll leave these people to you. Men don't have to care too much about their reputation."
When the middle-aged man first heard Leng Ruoxue's words, he felt relieved. But the explanation she gave afterward made him so angry that he vomited blood.
