"Xiahou Jingmu, you've really got some nerve, knowing full well that coming up here is a death sentence, and yet you still dare to drag this woman up with you."
The man was about fifty years old, roughly the same age as Xiahou Jingmu's father.
However, his facial features were refined and scholarly. Although he wore the same uniform, his demeanor and gait lacked the murderous aura of a military man and instead resembled more that of a civilian employee.
Yin Hehe suddenly narrowed her eyes.
Wasn't this the famous military strategist and Xiahou Yi's most outstanding student, Deng Yuanqi? His rank was Junior Marshal.
"Of course, he said he wanted to see who was behind me. How could I not bring her up to take a look?"
When Xiahou Jingmu saw this man appear, he put down his gun, and casually sat down in the conference hall, trying to appear as relaxed as possible.
Yin Hehe immediately looked up at the man above her.
