The moment his mouth was about to be covered by the beast soldier, Ma Li realized he was truly on his own.
If he had known this would happen, he would have chosen to join the Winged Tiger Tribe with his chieftain. He only regretted being beguiled by Fengyi, thinking he could lead his clan to join the Zhaoying Tribe.
Yes!
The Winged Tiger Tribe!
Ma Li's eyes brightened, dodging the beast soldier's hands, which were trying to cover his mouth.
He looked at Bai Zheng with shining eyes, shouting, "You can't chase me away! You can't! Because I'm the only one who knows where the Winged Tiger Tribe has gone! If you chase me away, no one will know their whereabouts! Are you not going to seek your revenge on them?"
The beast soldier was startled, but after recollecting himself, he quickly covered Ma Li's mouth and smiled awkwardly at Bai Zheng.
"Young Master, Mayor, I'll escort him away now!"
"Wait!"
Bai Zheng raised his hand to stop the beast soldier.
He took two steps forward—
