"Master Feng, about before... I offended you greatly; I hope Master Feng can forgive me. Please don't hold it against me alone; I will do whatever you ask," Leng Mucheng hastily whispered to Feng Wuchen after all the soldiers had left.
"Really, anything?" Feng Wuchen asked with a cold smile.
Seeing Feng Wuchen's malicious gaze, Leng Mucheng broke out in a cold sweat, but still nodded firmly, "Anything."
"One month from now, you will leave this place with me and forever become my subordinate. I've already discussed this with the Great General, and I want to take ten people with me. The Great General has agreed," Feng Wuchen said with a playful cold smile.
"What? Leave?" Leng Mucheng looked at Feng Wuchen, utterly astonished.
"If you don't want to, forget it! I am someone who holds grudges," Feng Wuchen said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
"You!" Leng Mucheng was so angry that he felt like his lungs were about to explode, but he dared not lash out.
