The man in black, who had suffered a setback at Prince Mo's Mansion, knelt in the bushes and said to another person.
Looking in Zhe Jue's direction, one could only see the back of that person, nothing else, but one could faintly sense the deadly aura radiating from him.
He could only hide himself deeper, making sure they were not aware of his presence.
"Sui Zimo will always be nothing more than an ant in my hands! You fail at your task and still dare to raise others' spirits?" The man was furious, as if he would twist the head off the man in black at any moment.
"Look at you, what have you become?"
His brows knitted so tightly they resembled twisted hemp.
If his subordinate lost face, wasn't that the same as him losing face? How could he possibly tolerate such a thing?
He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Sui Zimo was really that formidable?
Why did he struggle to believe it?
"Speak, what exactly happened?"
