Just as Nangong Hong was about to take his leave, a servant brought in a new piece of intelligence. After Tang Mo received the intelligence, he was slightly stunned, and then his expression turned even colder.
He handed the telegram to Nangong Hong, who took the thin sheet of telegram paper, only to realize the terrible weight it carried.
For it was written on the telegram, "Shen Army slaughters over a hundred thousand residents of Beiyuan City, and the massacre continues to this day."
"Your Majesty, this…" Nangong Hong looked up to Tang Mo, to see a face that was extremely unsightly.
"If I do not avenge this, I am not fit to be King!" Tang Mo clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.
Then he turned to the servant and commanded, "Go, summon Luff! I must know the location of our fleet!"
Even when the coastal line was threatened by the Shen Navy's fleet, Tang Mo had never shown such anxiety, nor had he ever asked about the whereabouts of his own fleet.
