"Sir, I think I'm the victim, right?" Zhao Hai frowned. 90 of our guards were killed, and those mercenaries ran away. How can you say that I wanted to take revenge?"
The heavy-armored infantryman snorted coldly. &Quot; stop talking. Someone found out that those mercenaries are dead. I suspect that you killed them. Come with us. &Quot;
Zhao Hai looked at the soldier and said coldly, " "Don't be so ungrateful for calling you master soldier. I think I'm a noble, and a noble recognized by the entire continent. What right do you have to ask me to question you? let me tell you, hurry up and get out of here. Otherwise, killing you will be in vain."
