Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows, smacked his lips, and let go.
"I am going to appeal! I am protesting..." The plump human trader fell to the ground, stood up while massaging his sore neck from the chokehold. He quickly slipped into the crowd of mercenaries and didn't dare to show his face again, but he kept on blabbering stubbornly.
"I apologize, dear human sir!" Prince Richard gave the human trader a dignified nod: "The Beamon Kingdom is a place that values law and democracy, and the righteous God of War is watching us from above."
"What does that mean?" Liu Zhenhan spit.
