"Miss Qi!"
Guan Yidao let out another furious shout and rushed over to grab Qi Yue's wrist.
Qi Yue bit down on her teeth and smiled.
"Why? Give me a reason, Commander. Or are you saying you were involved in those things he did?"
At that remark, Guan Yidao suddenly froze.
"What did you say? Qi Yue, do you have any idea who I am?"
"I know, my father's Lieutenant General. He's dead, and you're alive. I heard you were bosom friends?"
Qi Yue's voice contained playfulness, doubt, and a hint of mockery.
Guan Yidao's complexion turned deathly pale, as if he had been wounded by the words "bosom friends."
But he quickly regained his composure, his expression becoming a mixture of sincerity and pleading.
"Qi Yue, trust me, let him live a few more days."
She curled her lips and glanced at the over three hundred people in Ma Pengli.
Everyone was looking at her with fanatical admiration, their lips slightly stirring as their low cries merged into a single phrase.
