Those who understood Po Xietian's intentions were not few, such as the Scarlet-clad Du Long, the Black Butcher, and the soldiers of the Cangmiao City Second Camp, even the sealed Second Camp of Tuocheng thought the same.
Most people agreed that Xie Tian's actions were entirely futile, not only unhelpful but even burning the hard-earned deterrence he had established to the ground.
After all, this kind of desperate, shameless coercion was disgraceful.
"If I were the noble Wu Shang, I would have ignored that fool long ago!"
Whenever Scarlet-clad heard the updates from her subordinates, a hint of disgust, directed at Xie Tian's cluelessness, would faintly emerge between her heroic brows.
Only the people of Tuocheng Second Camp, practicing day and night while shedding tears mixed with emotion and humiliation, practiced...
What desperate clinging, what shamelessness, they didn't care!
They only knew the cause of all this!
Why did Xie Tian do this?
